Just Another Rainy Afternoon In Paradise

Hi.  I’m Gerlinde. My husband Roger - as well as most everybody else who knows me - calls me Geri.  I’d like to tell you the story of one unforgettable day Roger and I spent while on vacation recently.  But first let me introduce ourselves and give you some background. 

We have a decent lifestyle.  Roger is an attorney with a successful law firm in Westchester County, New York. Having been born in Germany I am fluent in both English and German and use my bilingual ability as a division manager with a German manufacturing company in nearby Connecticut. Although no longer “spring chickens” we’ve managed to have kept in good shape with me doing yoga, playing tennis and bike riding together with Roger whenever the weather permits.  Depending upon the season Roger is an active squash, basketball and softball player and whatever exercise machines we have at our disposal get used on a regular basis.  Each autumn, when the New York weather starts to become gray and bleak, we celebrate our anniversary by vacationing in the warmth of our favorite Caribbean island paradise Dominica - comfortable, not extravagant. 

I met Roger almost 19 years ago some time after each of us had been divorced.  The chemistry between us was instantaneously fantastic. Corny as it may sound it was story-book love-at-first-sight. We quickly became inseparable and were married within a few months.  I really value our marriage, and so does Roger. And as I respect my marriage vows, and love Roger, I’ve had no interest in any other man since we met.  I’m absolutely sure Roger has been equally faithful. Our 18 year marriage has been wonderful - growing and mellowing through the years - never becoming boring.  We share many tastes, activities, beliefs, opinions, and I’m convinced we are truly “best friends”. Our love making is satisfying although I prefer quality to quantity and normality to experimentation. While I suppose I enjoy sex as much as the next person it has never really been a major priority for me in our marriage. We have so very much going for us outside our bedroom.  I assume that like most men Roger might like to have sex more often but we do have a rather busy life style and are often too tired at the end of the day.  The intimacy and familiarity Roger and I share plus the fact that we have not turned our lovemaking into a routine more than makes up for that. Actually when it comes to sex Roger likes to watch.  He watches sex on the TV - something I find to be a turn-off, he watches sex on the computer, as all men he likes to look at other women, but most of all (fortunately!) he likes to watch me. I probably disappoint him somewhat in this department as I am anything but an exhibitionist. I dress quite conservatively, Never go without a bra and refuse to publically show off in any way what I’ve been told is considered to be an enticing figure. I won’t even go skinny dipping in the privacy of our secluded, tree enclosed, backyard pool unless there is no moon and all the lights are out. It took several years for me to permit a dim light to be turned on in the bedroom while we were being intimate.  Roger has hinted at taking photos of me and even videos of us when we were in bed. Just for his own voyeuristic amusement of course. It took a while but I think he finally realized that this was never going to happen! I drink alcohol in very limited amounts and have no interest in any recreational drugs. Having been brought up in a conservative home environment where we respected social propriety I have this need to remain in control of myself. In all - I’m a very private, very reserved, person. Roger has even laughingly said - “How can I be this much in love with such a repressed prude!” So when Roger mentioned this absurd fantasy of his, that of watching me with another person, I said “Die Gedanken sind frei” - Your thoughts are free.  In addition I told him to dream on as there was not even the remotest possibility of that ever happening! If this makes me a sexually repressed prude so be it!  

Our much anticipated romantic vacation in the Caribbean this past fall was unbelievable!  Excellent food, superb wines, fantastic weather - mid 80’s each day with mid 70’s at night with only the usual occasional brief afternoon sprinkle, delightful bike rides and walks, calm soothing surf with super snorkeling, clean white beaches with soft sand, surprisingly good shopping in town and even the intimacy was nice! With only a couple of days left we decided to hang out on the beach, reading, sipping some drinks, nibbling some food, snorkeling and splashing about in the quite cool Caribbean surf.  

Roger and I were reading and chatting about nothing in particular when a nice looking fellow about our age, who was reclining on the lounge chair next to ours, excused himself and introduced himself to us as Kurt. He asked if I could possibly be from Germany as he had apparently detected my German accent. This accompanied by my pale complexion, blond hair and blue eyes was basically a giveaway. Coincidently it turned out both he and I were originally from Regensburg, a small city in Bavaria. Kurt was the vice president of some prominent German pharmaceutical company here by himself on a brief weekend stopover before heading on to the U.S. for one of his numerous business trips. We chatted for awhile reminiscing about our years growing up in Bavaria basically around the same time. Then, as I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, we made a date to continue our conversation and get better acquainted over dinner. Roger and I excused ourselves and went to our room for a nap.   

Dinner was delightful.  Roger and Kurt hit it off very well.  Each had great sense of humor and apparently shared many interests in common. The three of us seemed to kindle a warm friendly relationship almost immediately. Naturally Kurt was also fluent in German and Roger can understand a bit. Although we did from time to time talk about our lives while living in Germany, we kept the conversation in English so as not to exclude Roger. The meal was excellent as was the wine.  Roger had ordered a couple of bottles of a delightful German Riesling as I recall.  After dinner we had a poolside nightcap, bid each other goodnight, and went out separate ways. 

The next day was sadly our last.  After a late breakfast Roger and I went beachcombing holding hands as we strolled down the beach hunting for shells. Later in the day we went to our usual spot on the hotel’s beach for an afternoon of loafing in the sun.  Kurt happened by and we all ordered drinks and tapas to nibble on as we continued the pleasant relationship the three of us had started the previous evening.  

Then suddenly it hit! The skies darkened accompanied by a fierce gusting wind as a torrential downpour accompanied by thunder and lightning came out of nowhere drenching us. We grabbed all our stuff and went scrambling to Kurt’s room as his was closest to the beach. The AC was on full blast.  I’m not a big fan of air-conditioning anyway and I was soaking wet. At Kurt’s suggestion I rushed shivering to the bathroom to get out of my wet bathing suit. I dried off, got into one of the plush ankle length terrycloth robes the hotel supplied, and wrapped a towel over my sopping hair.  Roger followed me in and also slipped into a robe.   

The sky was an eerie greenish-black and the thunder was still rumbling on when we went back out to the dimly lit room - now mercifully without the AC. Kurt, dressed in shorts and T-shirt, offered us each a nice warming glass of Asbach Uralt - a German brandy - and some chocolates.  Roger and Kurt took the chairs and I curled up on the high king size bed. Apparently this wasn’t to be the brief passing shower we had hoped for as the rain and thunder showed no sign of letting up. So as we waited out the storm we chatted, sipped our brandy, nibbled the chocolates, counted the seconds between the lightning flashes and the thunder claps and listened to the soft music coming from somewhere in the background.  

Kurt explained that his position with his company plus his expertise in chemistry required his overseeing the organization’s American facilities on a fairly regular basis. He said that when he told his wife of this latest trip she was annoyed saying that she had tolerated these business trips of his for years and had finally had enough.  She requested that they see a marriage counselor complaining about his business travels which she felt were far too frequent and kept him away from her for extended periods of time. Other than her being somewhat distant towards him he had no reason to suspect anything but he would understand that if perhaps she was feeling abandoned she might have found someone to “fill in the time” while he had been away.  He doubted this had happened as this wouldn’t be at all like her. Whatever, he hadn’t given up on their marriage and had remained faithful since their discussion.  They were still on quite friendly terms, still sleeping in the same bed, albeit without much in the way of physical contact. Kurt realized she was right but still felt confident that there could be a reconciliation when he returned to Germany from this trip as his wife was obviously pleased when he told her that just before he left he had instructed his company that he was severely limiting any future travels. I don’t remember much more as I apparently dozed off. 
 
I have no idea how long I was asleep or what the guys were chatting about during my nap but the storm was still raging when I awoke - with a kink in my neck.  I guess this was rather obvious to them by the way I was trying to stretch my neck. I sat up on the bed securely wrapped in my long robe which covered me from my chin to my legs which were dangling over the side. Roger asked if I was OK and when I mentioned the kink Kurt told us that as his wife was a massage therapist he had acquired some knowledge of massage methods and perhaps he could help.  He came over, sat next to me on the bed, and began to knead the muscles of my neck. He might have been a pseudo massage therapist but his massage technique felt wonderful.  He took the towel off my now dry and curly blond hair, put my empty brandy glass on the night table, and adjusted the robe a bit so he could get better access to my neck and shoulders.  Since I was completely naked beneath the robe I kept my hands tightly clutching the collar and the front of the robe together carefully avoiding exposing myself. Even after the minor spasm in my neck was gone for some reason I didn’t tell Kurt and let him continue his soothing massage. Except, although he hadn’t done anything differently, and perhaps it was my imagination, but it seemed as if his massage was progressing from soothing to titillating.  I’m sure I blushed as I realized his touch was becoming - I guess the best way to describe how it began to feel to me was - almost sensual. Other than my husband and a doctor in the sterile environment of an examination room no man had touched this much of me in almost two decades! I don’t know why, maybe it was the drinks we had while basking in the warmth of the sun on the beach, maybe the brandy, maybe the soft warm lighting coming from a single lamp in the corner, maybe the music playing softly (it was ABBA’s “Andante”, a song Roger and I always found to very sexually evocative) maybe sitting on a bed with some stranger massaging my bare shoulders - who knows - but I did something totally foreign to my entire nature. As Kurt’s massage continued I rolled my shoulders around “accidently” letting the robe slip off my shoulders and slide down revealing the tops my un-suntanned white breasts! Surprisingly - well, perhaps not so surprisingly - Roger just sat there saying nothing.   

Fortunately Kurt didn’t rush things. Roger has always been a tender and attentive lover.  As I mentioned earlier his pleasure is derived from my pleasure.  Kurt was apparently equally gentle - just different.  If he had then started to paw me I would have gotten up and stopped things right then and there. But he just gently stroked my sensitive skin up and down my arms and across my neck, back and shoulders coming closer and closer to my now mostly exposed breasts.  When he finally touched me there I flinched and tried to cover myself with the robe. Kurt whispered in my ear - “Das ist schön gut. Sie sind sehr schön. Und du weißt du willst mich um dich zu berühren!”  (This is very good. You are very beautiful. And you know you want me to touch you!) Hesitantly I let my hands slowly fall into my lap and I allowed the robe to follow my hands and slide down to my waist. I was so caught up in the expectation of what was about to take place the fact that I was now naked to the waist, presenting my breasts to some stranger, didn’t seem to have much of an impact on me. Even before he touched them I could feel my nipples stiffening.  I leaned back against him and offered no objection when he cradled my ample pale breasts letting their weight rest softly in the palms of his suntanned hands. As he massaged my breasts and ever so gently pinched my sensitive nipples I couldn’t help but to respond.  I sighed, closed my eyes and let his caresses continue to arouse me as the exquisite sensations traveled from my breasts downwards and I became aware that I was uncontrollably becoming moist between my legs. My determination to be completely faithful to our marriage was rapidly melting away. 

I looked over at Roger.  He simply smiled.  Apparently he was OK with all of this. Once again Kurt whispered to me in German quietly suggesting that I lie back on the bed and relax. I looked at Roger for his approval although I’m not sure that at this point it would have mattered much as Kurt was slowly, tantalizingly bringing me to a point from which I could never turn back. Roger almost imperceptibly nodded just once.  Then, as I mouthed “I do love you!”, I closed my eyes and let Kurt lower me onto my back on the bed.  

I remember the music filtering into the room and will always associate that song with the tender seduction I now anxiously hoped for. Frida’s plaintive voice was echoing my every emotion, my every wish - Take it easy with my please. Touch me gently like a summer evening breeze. Take your time, make it slow. Andante, Andante, just let the feeling grow. Make your fingers soft and light.  Let your body be the velvet of the night. Touch my soul, you know how. Andante, Andante, go slowly with me now. Please don’t talk, go on play. Andante, Andante, and let me float away. 

And everything Kurt did was indeed beautifully slow and gentle and soft and velvety and I felt as if I was actually floating as he continued to fondle my breasts and nipples with his hands as he had been before but now also with caresses of his lips and with his tongue making teasing circles around my erect nipples.  His hand wandered further down my body until he found the belt of the robe.  Deftly untying the robe he softly folded back the white terrycloth completely exposing my pale nakedness.  Incomprehensibly I did nothing to stop him. His hand delightfully traced increasingly wider circular patterns on my sensitive belly until he reached my almost hairless puffy mound. An electric thrill ran through me as he briefly touched me there and ran the tips of his fingers teasingly up and down my thighs. And then, though I knew what undoubtedly was to happen next, as he just barely touched my already parting and now very moist lips, I couldn’t help myself - I gasped and reflexively clamped my thighs together and tried to cover myself with my hands. Kurt caught my hands in mid flight and as he placed them back by my sides on the bed he whispered in my ear, - “Sie wissen, dass Sie das wollen. Wir alle wollen diese.” (You know you want this.  We all want this!”) Suddenly what Kurt meant dawned on me. I realized that Roger had left his chair and that apparently he had been sitting on the bed next to us. He had been watching all that had taken place so far and would be watching all that was inevitably about to take place between Kurt and myself.  His face was flushed, he was breathing rapidly and was clearly aroused. At this point I was far too aroused myself to resist or care to attempt to prevent what was about to happen.  So I sighed, closed my eyes and permitted Kurt to move my thighs apart.  Shamelessly exposing myself to the eyes both men and inviting the touch of this stranger, I allowed him to spread my thighs wider and wider - something that barely twenty minutes ago would have been absolutely unthinkable to me. I recall I cried out when at long last he touched my swollen clitoris sending exquisite shivers through my body. I offered no resistance as I let him explore my sex and further excite me with his wonderfully talented fingers.  I remember hearing some throaty sounds and realizing these were surprisingly coming from me as Kurt continued to delicately stroke my pouting wet lips and clitoris and eventually easily slipped his finger inside me.  

Suddenly everything stopped.  Kurt was gone from my side. But then, mercifully, he reappeared kneeling between my open thighs.  And then it was the caresses of his warm mouth. I placed my hand gently on his head and ran my fingers through his graying wavy hair. The sensations of his lips and tongue flickering and gliding over and over my swollen clitoris and now opening vagina were nothing short of electric. When he gently squeezed my tender clitoris between his lips I ecstatically let a moan escape from deep in my throat and pressed him closer to me.  I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted had he continued to arouse me this way.   

Fortunately Kurt realized my urgency as he silently stood, removed his T-shirt and shorts, and placed his swollen member at my moist and invitingly open vagina.  And then he paused. I stared up at him through half closed eyes wonderingly. His soft blue-grey eyes met mine as he looked down at me with a look as if he was asking my permission to continue.  Trembling, I closed my eyes and sighed but one single word - “Yes!” This was more than permission - it was as if I was pleading for him to make love to me.  That euphemism is not quite accurate.  Love had nothing to do with it! I wanted him to fuck me! (A word I never use but I have no other way to describe my intense pent up sexual desire which up until this point in my life had almost always included an emotional level not just merely physical.) This man I barely knew - someone I had met only the day before - was about to do something to me so private, so special, that it had been reserved exclusively for only one person, my husband, for the past 18 years. And not only was I so lost in the sexual excitement of the moment as to be incapable of turning back but I was excitedly, passionately, anxiously begging him to penetrate me - to actually have some stranger perform with me this, the ultimate act of intimacy between man and woman.  

I cried out as it happened.  Kurt was inside me! At first only a short way.  But then as if in slow motion he continued cautiously entering and withdrawing - probing easily into me bit by bit further and further until at last he was fully within me.  I raised my knees and pressed my hips up towards him to allow him to penetrate me as deeply as possible. I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest. He paused momentarily and then began rhythmically gliding back and forth within my super sensitive vagina triggering sensations that rushed from there in waves throughout my entire body. As he stood between my thighs with his hands grasping my hips I grabbed his wrists - desperately reaching for something to hold on to. I wanted to prolong these unbelievable sensations and have the ever increasing excitement of this moment go on for as long as possible. But there was no way I could hold back forever. Then all too soon my body contracted, my back arched up, I drew in a deep breath and then let it out with a long harsh moan as I went over the edge experiencing a violent orgasm that shook me from head to toe. I had no idea how long the ever building waves of pleasure continued to run through me when, though lost in my own pleasure, I became aware of Kurt still thrusting within me. He tightened his hold on my hips and as he pulled me closer to him his body stiffened and almost silently with violent pulses poured himself into me. For some strange reason the sensation of his climax aroused me even further. My orgasm surged and it seemed as if it would never end.   

Several minutes later, as I was still gasping for breath, Kurt limply withdrew from my moist body. I involuntarily uttered a disappointed little “Oh!”.  But then he returned. Or so I thought.  Instead there was Roger. My husband Roger, of whom I had been totally oblivious and who had been watching while I was lost in this explosive orgasm brought on by another man, had now replaced Kurt between my waiting thighs and in a matter of seconds he too had slid his engorged penis deep within my still quivering body.  Being somewhat larger than Kurt, he seemed to be touching me differently inside.  I almost always have multiple orgasms - this afternoon was not going to be an exception!  However, this second time things were different - I pulled Roger down to me clutching him to my hot perspiring body and wrapped my legs around his waist. (Something (else) I never do!) Brought on by the excitement, the arousal, the passion, and yes, even the initial twinges of embarrassment of exposing myself before another man, I again lost all control and with a scream muffled in Roger’s chest exploded with another overwhelming orgasm that sent contraction after contraction throughout every muscle in my entire body and seemed to excite every nerve ending . The exquisite convulsive spasms of this second climax engulfed me and seemed to go on and on and on. I’ve on rare occasions experienced G-Spot / vaginal orgasms. Judging by the unbelievable intensity I guess this must have been one of those.  It took a long time for me to return to my senses and just as I thought I was finally about to calm down I felt Roger come in ragged spurts deep inside me.  Amazingly the sensation of his explosive climax triggered in me yet another orgasm, albeit not quite as intense as the previous two. Eventually Roger rolled off me and propping himself on the bed next to me tenderly and comfortingly placed his hand on my bare shoulder.  

At last, when I was able to regain enough semblance of composure to open my eyes I became aware of Kurt’s presence.  He had been sitting close by on the bed all this time watching the entire scene. Voyeuristically deriving pleasure and excitement from my performance with Roger. I momentarily contemplated reaching out for his again erect member when the shock of what had I had just done hit me. Then for some inane reason it finally dawned on me that I was naked with these two equally naked men gazing down on me.  I closed my legs and futilely attempted to hide my breasts and my sex with my hands and arms as I felt their semen seep embarrassingly from my body.  Still lying on the robe, I clutched the collar and rolled over onto my side shamefully curling up within the white terrycloth at last protectively concealing myself from the eyes of these two men. Two men who had just witnessed me spread out naked upon the bed uncontrollably lost in the passion of the moment - writhing, perspiring, moaning and screaming. In addition, I had inexplicably wantonly exposed myself to them allowing them their sexual release within me as they watched me obliviously lost in the throws of my own pure abandoned orgasmic pleasure. Was there anything more they could possibly see that I had not already displayed for them!  I just lay there while the gamut of the emotions I was feeling - shame, excitement, lust, disbelief, concern - went swimming through my mind.   

Eventually my pounding heart beat returned to normal and I was able to peel myself off the bed. Turning my back to the two men I put on the bathrobe and securely tied the belt around my waist. Then gathering up our belongings I announced that we had to leave.  

Once back in our room I grabbed some clothing and hurried into the bathroom, locked the door, and took a long hot shower. As I stood beneath the spray of the shower the realization of the unimaginable act I had performed with Kurt and Roger dawned on me. I had let Kurt touch me as no man other than my husband had touched me in decades. I had willingly exposed myself to two men simultaneously - one just about a complete stranger. I had let each of them in turn penetrate me. Allowed each of them to watch as the other brought me to an unbelievably violent orgasm. Let them thrust within me until they each came inside my (previously!) very private body. And I was so sexually aroused, so overcome with primal desire that I was helpless to stop them or myself. Perhaps I was hoping the soap and hot water would cleanse my once secretive body of the guilt of the afternoon’s event!  

Eventually I dressed and left the bathroom. Quietly we continued packing for the morning’s flight home when we noticed the time and that the dining room was about to close. When we arrived for dinner Kurt was being seated.  Basically we were the only people in the dining room and seeing no reason to do otherwise, the three of us had dinner together. Somehow I attempted not to appear self-conscious. As the three of us engaged in normal friendly conversation, joked and laughed, there was not a word mentioned about the episode in Kurt’s bedroom. It was as if nothing out of the ordinary, nothing particularly intimate, had ever taken place between us! After finishing the excellent meal accompanied by a fine wine it became apparent that we were closing the dining room. So we bid each other good night as well as goodbye as we were going our separate ways early the next day.  With the usual parting best wishes Kurt and Roger shook hands. I too shook Kurt’s hand and gave him a routine, platonic kiss on the cheek and then we parted company and went back to our rooms. Roger and I finally crawled into bed and just before we drifted off he tenderly held me and reassuringly told me how much he loved me.  I think I needed that. 

The next day in the plane as we sat reading there still had been not been the slightest reference to the incomprehensible sexual exploits of the previous afternoon. I finally had to break the ice.  I turned to Roger and said - “Yes, I’ve never experienced anything that exciting in my entire life - and never will again! Because I never, ever will allow that happen to me again!  Never again suggest that fantasy of yours and never bring up what went on yesterday! Case closed!”  But as for me - Meine Gedanken sind frei!      

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