Sandals is an all inclusive resort. You pay one price and it covers everything, soup to nuts. All the drinks (premium beverages, including alcohol), all the food, golfing, boating, pools, beach, sailing, motor boats, pretty much everything including taxes and gratuities. St. Lucia had three Sandals resorts and you could use any of them as if it were your own; the Halcyon, Regency La Toc, and the Grande St. Lucian, our place. The price included travel between the three resorts, which gave you a choice of 27 different restaurants, 21 bars, 11 pools, 11 whirlpools, 2 golf courses and almost unlimited water activities.
We had one of the overwater bungalows, with personal butler service provided by a butler trained by the Guild of Professional English Butlers. The bungalow had glass floors with lit sea water so we could see fish swimming beneath us, day and night, an overwater hammock for two, soaking tub, a suspended patio with swim up platform so you could swim in the Caribbean right outside the bungalow. The butler, a woman named Roberta, met us at arrival, arranged for our luggage, private check-in at our suite, cocktails and food refreshments and asked where we'd like to have dinner. She even unpacked our clothes and put them away. Essentially, she was our personal concierge and butler service the whole time we would be there.
Tan told her it was our honeymoon and a personal candlelight dinner for two would be our preference this evening. She had the menus of all 27 restaurants on her iPad and asked us to make a choice for a meal. Tan and I had eaten out often so he knew what I tended to like and dislike. I wasn't a particularly fussy eater, so I let him make the choices for dinner. He ordered from the Italian restaurant, Toscanini's. She escorted us to our room and Tan ordered a couples massage for tomorrow morning at ten. She gave us a cell phone so we could reach her any time of the day or night.
The flight had been draining, more so for me given the emotional mess I found myself in, so when Tan suggested a nice soak in the tub, it sounded like a splendid suggestion. I started to pull out one of my more modest swimsuits from the drawer, but Tan stopped me.
"Naked, please, we're on our honeymoon. I want to enjoy the sight of you."
"Tan, there's people out there on the water." I pointed to the various water craft in the crystal clear waters a couple hundred yards from our bungalow.
"They're not close and the tub has high sides. You'll only be visible for a second as you get in. I want you nude."
I looked out at the water. They were pretty far off. I could see some of the women didn't have tops on, but it wasn't blatantly obvious.
"Okay, but I'm a little surprised," I said.
"Why's that?"
"That you're so adamant about my never being with another man, but you don't mind showing off my nude body to them."
"What was it you said before I went to the strip club for my bachelor party? Look, but don't touch. You're a beautiful woman. I'm proud of you, that you chose to marry me above all others. Why wouldn't I want to show you off and make every man in the world envious of me."
"I don't feel that beautiful. I accept my body and figure are pretty good, but I don't like my face, my hair, my nose or my mouth."
"Nonsense. You're beautiful. All women do this. You're supercritical of some poor feature you think you have and refuse to consider the whole package. You're you. You go together well. If I put some other face on you, you wouldn't be you, you'd be some stranger. I love you, the whole package. Jesus! How many men suffer from anorexia because they think they're too fat? How many men are keeping plastic surgeons in big houses, fancy cars, and boats. If it weren't for women, they'd go out of business. Don't denigrate yourself. I love you as you are."
"Is that your final word on the subject?"
He smiled at me. "Yes, now get naked, beautiful."
I smiled back at him and removed my clothes. Tan whistled at me when I was naked.
"Christ, you're beautiful," he said.
"If you say so," I said. "I'll take your word for it, but only because you're my husband." I quickly snuck out on the deck, slipping into the tub.
"I'd stack you up against anyone," Tan said. He grabbed the plushy towels and luxurious robes and hung them by the tub. "For when our meal comes."
That's right. Someone was bringing our meal tonight. I hoped we were out of the tub by then.
Tan climbed into the tub behind me and wrapped his arms around me, holding my breasts. The high sides of the tub did prevent others from seeing him, so I didn't say anything, enjoying his loving touch. I leaned back against him. Occasionally, I'd turn my head and let him kiss me, but for the most part I was content to be still, safe in his arms.
I was almost dozing when he said, "Masturbate for me."
Turning to him, I said, "I masturbated for you last night."
"It was dark and I couldn't see you. I just wanted you to cum with me. I want to watch you now. Watch how you pleasure yourself."
I looked around. No one was near, no one could see but Tan. Why not?
Sliding my right hand down to my kitty, I started rubbing a finger on either side of my clitoris, nice and slow. Tan began rubbing my breasts harder, more urgently. It felt good, accompanying my fingers. I sighed. I even put my legs over either side of the tub, giving myself more access. Eventually, slow could only go so far. I started rubbing faster, sometimes dipping my fingers in my vagina, then returning to my clit. I could feel Tan getting hard behind me, his penis pressing against my buttocks. Apparently, I wasn't the only one enjoying this. His hands got rougher, pulling, tugging and twisting my nipples, which both hurt, but felt strangely good. I moaned, rapidly approaching my crest. My bottom was bouncing up and down, getting ever so close, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. My legs tightened, my butt dangled seven inches above the bottom of the tub as my whole body went stiff and I spiraled into a fabulous orgasm. No sooner did it start then Tan bodily lifted me up in an amazing display of strength, turned me around and set me on his cock.
He slid into me like a sharp knife through warm butter.
"Tan, we're practically in public," I panted. "What are you doing?"
"I'm fucking my wife. I don't give a shit. If they want to watch me fuck you, more power to them," he moaned, all the way inside me.
It was too late to do anything about it now. The deed was done. The only thing I could do was hope not to give away what we were doing. Fat chance of doing that since I was facing him and he was pumping into me by the simple expedient of gripping my ass and bouncing me up and down on his thick, stiff penis. Already highly aroused by my previous orgasm, I climaxed again, not more than 2 minutes after he started thrusting into me and I stifled my cries of pleasure by biting his shoulder, hard enough to leave tooth marks, though not so hard I broke skin. I climaxed again a short while later, surprised I was this aroused. Perhaps the idea I was making love to Tan where people might see was giving me a dark, forbidden thrill. I had a 4th orgasm before I felt Tan's penis swell inside me and a flood of his seed coat the inside of my sheathe.
I sat there, hugging him, my head on his shoulder, totally sated, when I heard people cheering and clapping loudly. Startled, I turned to look and saw a motor boat less than a hundred yards away, 4 people, 2 guys and 2 topless girls, standing up and waving at us.
"Well done, man, great show," one of the men said.
I turned flame red. Tan shouted back to them, "Thanks."
"If you can pull that off again in another hour, I'll be over for a ride," one of the women, a blonde, shouted, to the whoops and hollers of her friends.
"No can do," Tan yelled back. He held up his hand, showing them his ring. "Just married. I'm taken."
"Damn straight, he's taken," I hollered, still flushing red. "I waited a long time to find a man like him."
"Lucky girl," the blonde said. "You looked like you were having a hell of a time."
"I was," I shouted. "Four times wonderful" I kissed Tan. "Now go away. Can't you see we're busy."
They all laughed and I heard the boat start and move away.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Tan asked.
"I was mortified they saw us," I said. "I've never been so embarrassed." But I couldn't deny the thrill of it either, though I didn't say that to Tan. I was in enough trouble the way things were. I didn't need to ask for more.
Tan kissed me and got out of the tub, drying off and slipping on a robe. I could see the evidence of our pleasure floating around in the water. I looked around to be sure there weren't other people loitering nearby, then got out of the tub and under the shower to quickly rinse off any of our cum, before drying off and putting on my robe. It was close to 6 and our food was arriving at 6:30. Tan called our butler and she arrived within 15 minutes, shortly after I'd put on a skirt and blouse and nothing else.
"Yes, sir."
"I'd like to get my suit pressed for dinner tomorrow night, and my shoes shined," Tan said. "Anything for you, honey?"
"Could I see you for a moment over here, Roberta, please?" I asked. I stepped out onto the patio, Roberta following.
"Yes, Madame."
"I'm sorry to bother you, but my husband and I made love in the tub," I whispered. "It probably needs cleaning. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, Madame. It frequently happens. People often come here for their honeymoon as you did. I can sanitize it now for you, or the cleaning crew does it every morning."
"The morning should be fine. Thank you."
"No thanks necessary, Madame. We pride ourselves on taking care of our guests." She looked around to see where Tan was and whispered, "You enjoy yourselves to the fullest. He's a handsome man and you're very lucky."
"I think so too, Roberta. I appreciate that. We will." I smiled at her and she smiled back. She went back into the bungalow.
"If that will be all, sir," she said taking his suit and shoes, "I'll be off. Your suit and shoes will be returned around the time you have your massage scheduled."
"Very well, Roberta. Good evening. This should do it for the evening."
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir. I'll see you tomorrow."
Our food arrived as Roberta left. She had a few words for the waiter as she departed.
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