Eventually I relented, and smiled to myself as I rolled between her legs. It was like sinking my cock into a hot and soupy swamp of pussy juice. Marilyn gasped and wrapped her arms and legs around me tightly, and I began to plow my cock in and out of her. She was babbling to me, "Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me...", over and over. My cock was making squishing noises as I pistoned in and out of her. I couldn't take any more. I gave a final hard thrust and buried myself inside her as I sagged down on top and my cock and balls spasmed out a heavy load.
I lay there for a minute or so, catching my breath, and then rolled to the side. Marilyn rolled with me, and I could feel the wetness leaking from her as she snuggled at my side. "Ummm...", she murmured. "Let's do that again."
I smiled and snorted with laughter. "Fine by me, but you're going to have to do some motivation. I'm a little tuckered out at the moment."
"What did you have in mind?"
In response I simply reached up and pushed on the top of her head gently. Marilyn giggled and said, "I thought it would be something like that!" She licked her way down my chest and didn't stop until she was able to lick the sticky mixture of come and pussy juice off my cock She went slowly, and I had ample time to enjoy it as she cleaned me up and then began to suck my cockhead. I was debating letting her finish me off this way, but Marilyn decided to save a horse and ride a cowboy. Once she deemed me stiff enough, she rose up on her knees and straddled my waist, to sink down on top and bury my cock inside her that way. She leaned forward and began rubbing her tits in my face. "Suck my nipples, please, suck my nipples!"
I reached up and grabbed her tits and brought them to my lips. I switch back and forth, alternating, and my wife began whimpering. Her hips were going crazy, humping her pussy up and down on my cock, as I flicked her nipples with my fingers and tongue. Before I could come again, she had lifted up and her fingers were between us, rubbing her clit furiously as she orgasmed again. She collapsed on me.
"What about me? I'm not done yet!" I rolled her off of me and pushed her face down onto the bed. It was my turn, I straddled her from behind and slipped my still hard prick down between her thighs and forward into her cunt.
"Oh, God! Oh, God!", she began to moan. "Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!"
I hammered into her from behind, and she came twice more before I unloaded into her slimy cunt a second time. Then I rolled off of her and collapsed, sweaty and panting, on the bed. "I think I like this a lot more than going to a dinner with the Prime Minister.", I commented. Marilyn rolled towards me and snuggled some more. I idly rubbed my wife's naked back, but wasn't figuring on a third bout. I wasn't eighteen anymore, and needed some recharge time these days.
"I have a feeling that that is going to become more common. You're Mister Important now!" Marilyn lifted her head up on my chest, and crossed her arms, to lay her head down so she could look up at me. "I think you need to plan ahead for this sort of thing."
"Maybe. I mean, I'm still the same old asshole I've always been, though."
She smiled at me. "I know you're an asshole, and you know you're an asshole, but not everybody else knows. Seriously, from now on we're going to have to make sure to pack some suits and dresses for when we go away. Wait until we're somewhere and some lobbyist tracks you down or something."
"If a lobbyist tracks me down while I'm on vacation, I'm going to place the umbrella from one of your silly drinks in a very tender location and then open it!"
"Cute. No, seriously! You'll be polite. You won't be an asshole. You'll take his money."
"You are very wise. I grovel at your feet, oh wise one!", I said. At that I heard a growl coming from between us. "That was you, I think.", I told her.
Marilyn blushed, but tried to deflect it anyway. "I think it was you!"
"Marilyn, I know better. You're a Lefleur, after all."
"What do you mean by that!?"
I laughed. "I've been around your brothers too often! Their favorite sport is competitive flatulence!"
She began laughing. "They aren't that bad!"
"Don't forget the belching contests at Christmas!"
"You're awful!" Just then my own stomach growled. "See! That was you, not me!"
I smiled and rolled her off me gently. "Let's get cleaned up, get dressed, and go out. We can have either a late lunch or an early dinner."
Marilyn's stomach growled again, and she giggled and agreed. We both took quick showers and dressed casually, and then headed outside. We found Joe and Marie sitting on the back porch, drinking juice. It was time for a late lunch or early dinner. We took Adelaide Road into Adelaide Village and stopped at a bar along South West Bay for a meal and a few rum punches. We ate a pile of conch fritters and then some fried grouper. At one point I asked Marilyn if she wanted to go shopping, but she said no, it was too late in the day. So we just sat there in the afternoon sun and sipped some punches while looking out at the bay, and then had an early dinner after that, and drank a few more rum punches. No they didn't have to pour us in our car at the end of the day, but it was a close run thing.
Friday morning in paradise involved rain and Advils, but we weren't in too bad a shape. Marilyn and I blamed each other for being of low moral character and leading the other to drink and ruin. By lunchtime, though, we were feeling fine for going out. We needed to do some shopping for Saturday night.
"I think our best bet would be some of the shops over on Paradise Island.", I told Marilyn.
"I can't just wear a sundress? That police officer said it wasn't very formal.", she countered.
I smiled at her, perhaps a touch indulgently. Marilyn simply isn't a very formal lady. While she did have several evening gowns for when we went down to the Lyric, playing dress-up hadn't been big on her games list when she was a little girl. It had been for Suzie, I recalled. I wondered if she still got to play dress-up with her State Trooper husband and family. I shook the thought off. "Commisioner Javier was being polite, but let's face it, it might not be black tie, but we need something more than clean shirts and a new denim skirt."
"Maybe I should have voted for Andy Stewart after all!", Marilyn said.
I stopped in my tracks and grinned. "Is that an admission you voted for me?"
Marilyn blushed as I caught her out. She had been telling me all along that she had cancelled out my vote. "No! I wrote it in! Mickey Mouse!"
I just laughed and led the way out the door. Joe and Marie went with us, of course, which felt very weird. Once we got over to Paradise Island, we found a place to park and then we went window shopping for a bit. We happened to go into a men's shop first, but that was simply coincidence. The suit for me wasn't going to be a problem. I take a size 42 Long straight off the rack, and we just needed to pay through the nose for the pants to be hemmed by the next day. I picked something in a nice flax colored linen, which was light enough for the islands and still formal enough for a dinner. Unless Javier was wrong about needing a tuxedo, I'd be okay.
I also bought some underwear, socks, a couple of ties, and a new pair of shoes that I prayed wouldn't hurt my feet. I had a pair of dress shirts to wear with the suit. So much for a casual vacation!