Well, two can play at that game! I chased her around the living room, making sure to keep between her and the front door, and managed to corner her by the dining room. Marilyn bolted for the door, laughing and giggling, but I grabbed a wrist and pulled her over to the couch. She struggled, sort of, in between laughs, and I ended up laying on top of her, with Marilyn face down and her skirt pulling up over her rump. I quickly undid my pants and pushed them and my briefs down, and then pushed my wife’s legs apart and entered her from behind. Reaching around, I tugged her tube top down, and we humped madly there on the couch.
Afterwards, I rolled off her, and Marilyn twisted around to lay half on my side, half thrown over me. “I told you you’d be chasing me around,” she told me.
I moved my free hand and swatted that nice little rump. “I don’t think you were trying too hard to escape.”
“Did you want me to?”
“Just keep wearing clothes like this, and I’ll keep chasing you,” I said, smiling.
“I’m hungry. We need to get something to eat,” she said.
I had something else in mind. “I’m not quite dressed for that, right now.” I took her hand and placed it on my sticky, soft cock. I held it there until it started to get stiff, and then Marilyn began stroking me back to hardness. As soon as I was ready, I rolled on top of her, and we made love again on the couch. Then we got up, cleaned up, and dressed again, me in some clean khakis and a sport shirt, Marilyn in a different sundress.
Lunch was handled first, at a small outdoors restaurant near the beach, followed by shopping for groceries and booze. Afterwards we went back home and put everything away, and took a nap (a sleeping nap, not the other type), and then just hung around for the rest of the day. It was a long day, with a lot of travel, and we just goofed off until the evening. After dinner (burgers and fries) we sat out on the deck and just watched the sun sink in the west. Then we went inside, went to bed, made love, and went to sleep.
And so things went for our week in Nassau. Technically we were on the island of New Providence, which has the capital city of Nassau on the north coast. Paradise Island is separated by a small strait from New Providence, and can be reached by a short causeway; they are treated as one island. The whole island is fairly small, only about 5 miles long by about half that wide. We spent our days goofing off and playing grab ass on the beach. At night we would go out to dinner and maybe find a night club or bar. There was a casino on Paradise Island that we visited one night, and I got Marilyn to shut up and let me concentrate at the blackjack table long enough to win enough to put a dent in our vacation bill.
Mostly we screwed around. The day after we got there, Marilyn came out to the deck pool in the morning after breakfast in her satin robe. I was taking a breather after some exercise, and she came out with a towel. She lay it down on a long cushion, and then turned to me and said, “Can you rub some suntan lotion on me?” At that, she untied the robe and dropped it to the deck, and was standing there in her birthday suit. “Oh, dear, I forgot to put on my swimsuit! Should I go back in and put it on?”
“I won’t tell if you won’t.”
Marilyn giggled and lay down on the towel, and pulled another cushion over and tucked it under her head. I grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some on her legs, a long thin line up each. These I worked in slowly, and then I repeated the process on her arms. Long before I got to her torso, Marilyn’s nipples were stiff and pointy, and her pussy was puffy and moist. I squirted some more lotion on her body, and started massaging it in, working north to south. Marilyn was whimpering while I oiled her breasts up, and was almost humping herself up at my hands when I moved them down to her pussy. When she began demanding that I fuck her, I smiled widely and pushed my swim shorts down and got on top of her. Marilyn was almost babbling, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” as I pounded into her sweet little pussy. Her arms were wrapped around me, and her legs were lifted and crossed behind my back, and she was hanging on for sweet life as I slam fucked down into her.
Eventually I groaned and exploded, my balls churning as I pumped a heavy load into her greasy little snatch. I collapsed on top of her, for several minutes, and was surprised when, after I rolled off of my wife, she rolled over onto her stomach. “Don’t forget to do my back!” she said, sighing happily.
So I oiled up her back and did her that way, too. I aim to please!
One afternoon we drove into Nassau and spent some time wandering around the shopping district on Bay Street. It’s not quite Rodeo Drive, but it’s probably about as close as the Bahamas is going to get. Or at least it was until the Nineties, when some of the new megaresorts set up shop. There were a number of high end shops like Gucci and Louis Vuitton, and some absolute schlock and tourist traps. While window shopping outside one place, I realized it primarily sold clubwear for twenty-somethings, you know, the beautiful and rich, or for girls who were trying to find the beautiful and rich. Laughing about it with Marilyn, I dragged her inside. “Let’s find you something to go clubbing in tonight!” I told her.
“You’re kidding me, right?” she replied, in her most incredulous tone. Maybe that was because she was looking at a black leather mini-dress, with the accent on the mini, which had a series of cutouts up the side. No way could any woman wearing it wear anything under it.
A clerk, a gorgeous young girl who looked barely old enough to drink legally, came up. “How can we assist you this afternoon?”
I grinned at the girl. “Where would you wear an outfit like this here in Nassau?” I asked. I glanced at the price tag, and was astounded to find it had four digits in it. I guess Commodore Vanderbilt was right; if you have to ask the price, you can’t afford it!
The sales clerk started gushing about various clubs, none of which we had heard of, but which seemed to be near or associated with some of the resorts, and the Princess Casino on Paradise Island. I nodded, and said, “So, what would you recommend for my, uh, friend.”
“Your friend!” exclaimed Marilyn. “We’re married!”
I patted her hand and winked at the sales clerk. “Yes, I know, just not to each other. It’s all right, honey. Your husband has no idea we’re here! He thinks you’re in Cabo!”
Marilyn was just gaping at me, especially after the clerk nodded and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone. “Trust me, your secret is safe with me. Just use first names only, and pay in cash when you have to,” she told Marilyn.
I smiled and nodded. “It’s like I told you, darling. My wife thinks I’m at a board meeting in Paris. We’re perfectly safe.”
Marilyn gave me a look that threatened to fry me, but then smiled at the clerk. “I’m just waiting for the divorce to kick in, and then I’m going to take the lousy bastard for every cent he’s worth!”
“Good for you!” said the girl. Then she sized Marilyn up professionally. She held a hand out to the mini-dress and said, “This would work for you, but it really works best if you’re taller, you know, longer legs. What we need is something that plays to your highlights.”
“Oh?”
The girl nodded. “Your figure! It’s to die for! I wish I had your… bust.” She glanced at me. “You need to go have a seat, and let us girls do our thing.” Marilyn gave me another dirty look, and then allowed herself to be pulled away.
Over the next half an hour, Marilyn was trotted out in several different outfits which generally showed a lot of cleavage. I would give enthusiastic approval to each. Finally she came out in a scarlet red outfit. Marilyn looked very nervous about this one, although the clerk was very confident. It was essentially backless, with a halter top that was deeply cut down the front and with a loose cowl front that allowed her to move freely inside it. The most interesting feature, however, was the calf length skirt, which was slit up each side practically to the waist. Marilyn even had on a pair of matching red stilettos, and she looked around to see if anyone else was in the shop to see her. Her lack of underwear was obvious, although if she moved carefully, she wouldn’t show anything.