Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ï>¿Island Vacation by imaging ISLAND VACATION CH. 10 Jen Takes Tim Shopping. Tim stretched himself across the bed, his cock still semi-erect despite its violent discharge moments ago. He listened to the water of the shower and could nearly imagine every drop, splashing onto Jen's warm, pink skin, coursing its way down and around his wife's curves. He could see her there, nearly glowing, warm under the soap and the caress of her own hands. His dick grew just thinking about it. He wondered if she was as aroused as he was. And was she turning herself on even more by her own touch? He couldn't remember the last time he had fantasized about Jen. Sure, she still turned him on - when they were in the mood, as infrequently as that had become over the last few years. And even then the sex was predictable. Satisfying, but predictable. But something had happened to her here. Something had happened to both of them. It was clear that she was driving it, with her sexier clothes and... The images flashed through his mind: fucking her as Richard watched, the men on the beach, the warmth of her pussy in the hot tub with Mickey and Kate, the couple watching her give head, the man in the barn. It was almost overwhelming. That flurry of images was nearly enough to make him orgasm again, even without touching himself. He couldn't help but wonder how far things might go, or how long this would last. Surely she wouldn't continue to behave like this home. He didn't dare even hope for that. The best he could do was enjoy every moment that she gave him. His shower was quick, and a little cold. He had promised Jen that he would accompany her to town that afternoon for a little shopping of their own. She wanted souvenirs for the kids and something to thank her parents for watching them. He had to get back to "Dad" mode, and he hoped the sting of the cold water would help send him on his way. He dried himself quickly and tossed on a T-shirt and shorts. Jen, on the other hand, had put a little more thought into her wardrobe. That was typically the case, of course, so he was used to it; but he still hadn't become accustomed to her wardrobe for this trip. He wasn't even sure what to call the top she was wearing. "It's a bralette," Jen informed him, as she continued with her makeup. "Oh, so it's underwear?" "No, silly. I mean, they do make them as underwear, but this isn't" It reminded him of pictures that he had seen of young hippie girls back in the 70s. A natural yarn of some sort, knit into two small triangles, large enough to cover her breasts, but small enough to do a poor job of it. The tops of the triangles were held up by a single strand that ran around her neck, not unlike a bikini. The weave continued below the bust in something that reminded him of tassels, though he wasn't sure why. The thing that most caught his attention was the amount of skin that he could see between every bit of linen-colored yarn. Even though it "covered" her, it seemed to draw attention to itself, and to the prize that it barely concealed below. Her shorts were pink and snug and short. Very short. They covered more than her bathing suits at home would have, but somehow they looked far more revealing. The fact that she was leaning into the mirror, her ass pointing back at him added to the effect. His dick twitched again, moving him further out of Dad mode. She spun around to him, causing those tassels to dance under the movement of her breasts. "Ready?" He nodded his head. He was ready, but not to leave the room. She walked past him to the door, not giving him an opportunity to explain. A short cab ride later they pulled up to their destination: a collection of the typical stores that line any tourist destination in the world. T-shirts, baseball caps, and shot glasses, woven between cramped stores pushing watches, jewelry, and overpriced cameras. And it was all wrapped up behind a facade doing its best to look like something more. But it would suit their purposes well enough. Frankly, Tim could think of several places that he would rather be, but he did enjoy spending time with Jen, and he had promised that he would do this with her. Hopefully, he thought, the process shouldn't take long. He was a little surprised when she walked by a few stores that seemed like they would have been perfect for the trinkets they were looking for. But when she swung into a store covered with pictures of girls in bikinis, he saw no reason to point out the other options. He watched her move from rack to rack, almost mindlessly looking over the tiny wisps of fabric, intentionally ignoring the more substantial one-piece options. He stayed close, curious about what might interest her, given the events of the last few days. "Do you know where we are?" she asked, without ever taking her eyes off the rows of hanging "swimwear". "Jamaica?" She looked up at him with an expression that he had often seen as a schoolboy when a teacher was not pleased with his answer. So, as he did on those previous occasions, he thought a minute longer. Suddenly, it dawned on him. "Oh! This is the place where you and Kate..." "Shh! Don't draw attention." He smiled as he slid hangers, one by one, down the rod, pretending to help her find something. "I thought you liked attention." As she moved to another rack, Tim took in the place; a large uninspired room, lit by rows of fluorescent lights from a yellowed drop ceiling. Posters of California blondes and long European brunettes in thongs hung haphazardly from the walls. Handwritten signs on neon poster board topped most of the displays, informing the few shoppers in the place of specials and clearance items. Small fitting rooms lined the long wall opposite the windows. Near the door, along the narrower wall, a cluttered counter that sagged under the weight of time, neon fabric, and a cash register. Behind it stood two young Jamaican men, both of whom looked away quickly as Tim approached them with his gaze. He suspected that they must have been in the store during Jen and Kate's earlier visit. He felt a stirring in his shorts when he realized that one of them, at least, had seen his wife nearly naked in that very place. That thought was quickly replaced by a fleeting image of Kate, on her knees taking their black cocks, just as she had done that morning in the barn. "What do you think of these?" Jen was holding two small bikinis in one hand, and what appeared to be a knot of straps in the other. Before Tim even had a chance to respond, she turned to the fitting rooms to try them on. He waited uneasily for Jen. The other shoppers were all engrossed in the inventory, but he could feel the clerks looking at him. He was sure that he was imagining it, but when he looked back toward their end of the room, one of them nodded and smiled at him. He tried to tell himself that it was just the courteous acknowledgment of a retail sales clerk. His gut told him otherwise. His thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the latch on Jen's changing room door. She pushed it open wide, stepping into the doorway. She looked up at him, some twenty feet away, with an unspoken request for an opinion. She was stunning. Even without the bikini she would have looked amazing, but it certainly did its work. Black, sleek, barely covering her breasts yet somehow lifting them up and out. Maybe it was just the contrast of the color with her skin, but it seemed to draw more attention to them than the other suits she had. She spun on one heel, showing him - and anyone else who cared to look - the back of the suit. More correctly, she showed them her back, because there was virtually no fabric to be seen on her ass. The straps of the panties rode high across her hips and narrowed into a tiny strap that slid down her crack, almost covering it, before wrapping its way underneath her. Tim instinctively looked toward the counter. The clerks were looking at his wife. So was another middle-aged man near the door. Tim turned back to Jen just in time to see her smile as she pulled the door closed, stepping back into the booth. He could nearly feel his heart pounding in his chest. The warmth in his groin was undeniable and, rationally, he didn't understand why. After all, they really hadn't seen anything more than a woman in a bikini. Jen had shown others much more over the last few days. This was not nearly as brazen as she had been in the barn earlier in the day. And it certainly didn't rival her show on the beach yesterday. Still, he found himself standing in the middle of the store, dry-mouthed, erection forming, palms sweating. He wondered what his wife might do next. He was pretty certain about what she wouldn't do. He couldn't imagine things going beyond a little exhibitionism. There was no way, he told himself, that she would let anyone else get involved. A small voice in the back of his head reminded him that just a few hours ago she was letting a stranger fondle her breast while another woman gave him head. "Are you and your lady finding everything you need?" He was startled by the taller clerk, not realizing that he had approached. "Uh, yeah. I think we're fine. Thanks." Tim wondered if he looked as flustered as he felt. "OK, mon," the man smiled, "you let us know if she need anything at all." Tim was aware of the double entendre, but let it be. About then, the door to the changing room opened again. Jen stepped out further this time, stopping suddenly when she noticed the proximity of the clerk. He let out a low whistle as he eyed his customer. "Such a beautiful lady! My friend, you are a lucky man indeed!" Tim nodded, as he and Jen exchanged glances. He was certain that there was some sort of attempt at unspoken communication between them, but he was unsure of what it meant. "What do you think?" Jen finally asked. Tim was almost afraid to answer. What he thought was that he was getting hard at the idea of this stranger openly staring at his wife, who was all but naked in a tiny red bikini. He thought that he would like nothing better than to bend her over one of these racks, shove that tiny panty aside and fuck her right then and there. Her eagerness to be seen like this was making him crazy. "I mean, I'd never be able to wear it at home," she continued. "Why not?" The clerk interrupted? "Such a beautiful lady! You should be happy to be seen, and I know that the men where you come from would be happy to see you!. Don't you think?" Now he was looking at Tim, too. Jen seemed to be only a little embarrassed by his compliment. "But no, m' lady. Not that suit." He stepped toward her. Tim stiffened a bit as he approached his wife. "It has a flaw, see?" He pointed at her left breast. "It's not sewn right. Here, I'll show you." He waved Tim closer. "See how the seam on that side is nice and even? And see how the one on this side isn't?" Tim noticed both the slight puckering of the fabric along the seam on one side, and the fact that this man had his hand a mere inches from his wife's breast. "I'll show you," he continued, reaching for the string that was attached to the sparse triangle covering her breast and tugging it upward. "See the difference?" By tugging it, he not only straightened the fabric but pulled Jen's breast upward slightly. Tim noticed a reddening in her chest as it happened. They made eye contact quickly, and he could see that she was excited, nearly holding her breath. The clerk never stopped speaking or arranging. He grabbed the other strap with his other hand, now tugging both breasts up as he continued to explain the construction of the bikini. "See, they both should be even, like this? Not like this." He released the tension on the straps, allowing her breasts to fall naturally into place. Not that they sagged. The difference between "this" and "this" was only an inch. He tugged them up again, more quickly. Tim could see a nipple beginning to harden under the fabric. "James," the clerk called to his associate. "Go in the back, and bring that new one out that came this morning like this. A red one." ***** Jen took advantage of the brief interruption to step back from the salesman. She had to focus. Her mind was racing and she was afraid the stranger might have felt her trembling as he touched her. She saw the other one duck into the back room, then glanced back at Tim. She recognized the look in his eye, though she had never seen it like this; in public, in the presence of others. She smiled - only because she didn't know what else to do - and backed into the safety of the changing booth. "He'll be right here with it, m'lady." Jen caught her breath for a second. "Um. Okay. I'll try on the other one while he gets it." Forcing herself to focus, she looked at the third choice that she had made. It was a single piece; though the photo of the model wearing it made it appear that it would cover even less of her than the bikinis had. She had gotten it when it was just her and Tim. She hadn't thought about the other men seeing her in it. Well, she hadn't thought that much about them, anyhow. Dropping the red panties to the floor, she turned the thin, stretchy bands one way, and then the other. She finally determined where she thought her feet and legs should go, then pulled the other straps over her shoulders and examined herself in the long mirror. Her mother would have called it scandalous. And Jen wouldn't have disagreed with her. It was basically a "V". A small patch of fabric covered her most intimate part, and two straps, barely more than an inch wide rose up, haphazardly covering her nipples on their way to her shoulders, where they made the return trip, through her butt crack to the starting point. The fabric - what little of it there was - was white. She smiled to herself at the irony of such a "pure" color on such an impure outfit. She began to take it off, but she hesitated. She really wanted Tim to see it. She thought about just buying it, then trying it on for him back at the hotel. Or maybe, she thought, they could go sailing again. Or maybe even to that secluded spot that Mickey had told them about. She listened for a minute and realized that there was no sound coming from the other side of the door. Perhaps the chatty salesman with the quick hands had stepped away. She released the latch on the door as quietly as she could, then turned the handle slowly. Still not a sound from the other side. She nudged the door gently, opening it only a crack. Apparently, it was enough to get Tim's attention. He looked up at her, making eye contact. It was all the signal she needed to open the door wide enough to realize that he was not alone. Both of the salesmen were now standing no more than 5 feet from her. She froze, knowing that she should be pulling the door closed again, trying to shield herself from them, but unable to do so. Tim's eyes bulged like the wolf in that ancient cartoon. The two Jamaicans smiled broadly. The chatty one, of course, spoke first. "Darlin' we don't even need to try that other one on. This is the one for you! Am I right?" He looked over at Tim, who nodded, then stammered, "Uh... yeah. Wow!" He was clearly lost for words. "Is that all of it? I mean, you can't wear that on the beach, can you?" The men laughed, and reminded him, "It's Jamaica, mon. You do what feels good! And I bet she feels very, very good!" Jen could feel herself blushing at the remark. It was crude, but playful somehow. She had never been witty. She envied people, like Mickey, who always had a quick comeback, but she had never been one of those people. But the words that rushed out her lips came upon her so quickly that she surprised even herself. "Wouldn't you like to know!" The men laughed louder, encouraged by her brazen response. She looked at Tim who returned her gaze with a raised eyebrow, almost forming a question mark. Now it was the quiet one who spoke. "We remembered you when you came in. You and your friend." He was still smiling, but the tone was different. "We were surprised to see you again. Happy, but surprised." Jen's mind was suddenly filled with an image of Kate, with them, in the back room. It was easy to imagine after having seen her in the barn. On her knees, between them, taking one black cock into her mouth, then the other, teasing them, nearly daring them to erupt on her as she sucked them. She felt the warmth rising between her legs. The tight fabric was now pressing against her stiffening nipple. The chatty one glanced at Tim. "You are a very, very lucky man, my friend." "I am," nodded Tim. Never taking his eyes off Jen. "I know exactly how lucky I am. What I don't always know, though, is exactly what she is up to." The store was empty now. The tired radio in the far corner played tinny-sounding reggae music. Otherwise, it was silent. The four of them were motionless, paralyzed with the tension that had so rapidly mounted. But Jen's mind was anything but still. She found her thoughts racing from one image to the next. It was a swirl of those things that she had seen and done over the past few days, each mental image more graphic than the last. Some of the images were things that she had discussed with Tim, and now she had faces to accompany those illicit ideas. Knowing that the moment wouldn't last, she broke the tense silence. "Well, Tim," she began. These gentlemen have been so helpful, I suppose we could let them see how I feel." She saw uncertainty in his face. "Unless you don't want to, I mean." Despite their earlier conversation, she knew that some things might be better left as a fantasy. "Um. No. You're right. I... I suppose you could let them." He paused before concluding his thought. "Like the barn." She understood immediately that he was putting a limit on whatever might be about to happen. And she was fine with that. She had no intention of things going any further. She glanced quickly at the door. So quickly, in fact, that the quiet one spun to see if they were about to be interrupted. They weren't. She moved toward the chatty one, taking his hand and pulling him a step or two forward. That allowed her to stand in the doorway of the dressing room, allowing for a quick retreat if she needed it. She then slowly pulled his hand toward her left breast. The same one that he had been so intent on a few minutes ago. She knew that he had to be able to feel her heart pounding. Once she had his hand in place, she released it, allowing him to squeeze. She heard herself gasp at the stranger's touch. She looked again at Tim, who seemed to be fixated on the black hand exploring her smooth, white skin. Soon both hands were on her, caressing each breast, and teasing the nipples. Tim moved toward the dressing room door as well, leaning on the wall so that he could see this stranger fondling his wife. Her nipples were already stiff, but they fully hardened at his touch. His gaze alternated from Jen's smooth, white breasts to her eyes, taking delight in the fact that he was arousing this pretty white woman, while her husband watched. The shorter man moved to the opposite side of the doorway, Jen's right, reaching for her. As he did, Tim stepped around her, into the changing room. Easing behind her, he held her by the hips, grinding his erection into her naked ass. The other men took their time, gently teasing her from the base of her jawline, down her neck, toward her tits. She could smell them and could even identify the soap one of them had used to shower that morning. The warmth of their breath on her exposed skin and their subtle moans and sighs as they touched her fueled her lust. Soon their hands began to drift even lower. As good as it felt, she stopped them before they got to their intended destination, pulling their hands back to her breasts. Her body seemed to be screaming for them to continue. She knew that she would have to stop soon. She wasn't sure how much of this attention she could take before completely losing control. She could feel the breath and heat of three men, six hands, and one erection. She felt herself giving over to the passionate wave that was about to pull her under. She reached behind her and felt Tim's cock. He was rigid. She squeezed it and attempted to stroke him through the fabric of his shorts. For a brief second, she thought about releasing it and attending to it right there. Or perhaps retreating to the back room to give her new friends even more of a show. Suddenly, she was aware of a hand grasping hers, and pulling it forward. She felt the rigid outline of another, larger, cock in front of her. It was stiff, pressing hard against the fabric of his pants. She would have sworn that it was actually pulsing. She quickly pulled her hand back, raising her arms in a silent signal that brought everything to a sudden stop. At that very instant, two loud women from the northeastern US walked into the store, continuing an animated conversation that had begun well before they got there. Jen backed into the dressing room, pushing Tim with her ass as she pulled the door closed. It struck her that their normal reaction might have been to have laughed at the absurdity of the moment. Or, more likely, rush to collect themselves and then escape from the store as fast as she could. But not now. As soon as the door was latched, she fell to her knees, pulling Tim's zipper down and reaching inside. His cock was too hard for her to remove by herself, but Tim was able to push his shorts and underwear around his knees in an instant. She wasted no time in pulling the entire length of his shaft deep into her mouth. She closed her eyes and tasted his pre-cum on the back of her tongue. The image of the sales clerks filled her mind's eye, and for an instant she could smell them again as she sucked her husband's cock. Almost before she could establish a rhythm she heard him gasp, just as he erupted inside of her. She swallowed the first blast and scarcely had time to breathe before the second one followed. He grabbed her hair, holding her head in place, grunting with each spasm. It seemed to go on for the longest time. Another grunt, push, and taste of cum. It was primal. Raw. There was no romance or tenderness here. Nor did she want any. Her husband was reacting to the same baser animal instincts that had been fueling her. When he finally released her from his grip, she stood, taking his hand and thrusting it between her legs; behind that tiny wisp of fabric that only made a pretense of covering her. She knew that they would be buying this suit. She had already soaked it through. And now Tim's fingers were easing through that generous flood of nature's lubricant, splitting two fingers around her swollen clit on their way to her opening. She leaned against the wall in a lurid posture that gave him full access to her warm slit. Eyes still closed, she thought of the two men just a few yards away. Just the thought - along with everything she has just allowed, was enough to send her over the edge. She came hard, aware that she was making noise, but she didn't care. She couldn't have stopped it if she tried. Tim stepped back as her orgasm subsided, but she wasn't finished. She moved her own hands to her crotch, fingering her clit with one hand while she fucked herself with two fingers from the other. She watched her husband watching her and wished that he would throw the door open for them all to see her display. She knew that if he did it would only be a moment before one - or both - of the clerks would join them; an idea that was not wholly disagreeable to her at the moment. That fantasy propelled her to her next orgasm, though it left her just as unsatisfied as the first. She knew that if she stayed in the store much longer, she would make a decision that they would both regret. "Take me back to the hotel. I need you to fuck me!" ***** Tim had never heard his wife use that word. But he had never seen her like this. In fact, in his wildest imagination, he could have never even conjured up the image of his sweet, demure wife leaning against a wall - any wall - furiously fingering herself. He couldn't even imagine her masturbating at all. As he watched, his dick continued to stiffen. Knowing that he couldn't stay for another round, he reluctantly pulled his eyes away from Jen long enough to pull his shorts up, help her collect her things, and head to the counter. He assumed that she would head straight to the door, embarrassed to face her two admirers. He was wrong. She actually outpaced him to the register, dumping the small pile of colorful fabrics next to the register. "I want all of them," she said, turning to look at Tim as she spoke. He couldn't help but wonder if she was talking about something more than the bikinis. "Of course.' He smiled. "How much do we owe you?" "It is on the house, my friend." Surprisingly, it was the quieter one that answered. The chatty one picked up the items, folding them carefully. Tim noticed that the white one-piece was actually visibly wet in the crotch. As he placed the items in a large colorful bag, he told them that they had also included the other suit that he had called for and something else he was sure she would like. Tim thanked them, and as they turned to the door, the quieter opened it for them. Tim was stunned to see Jen stop, turn and kiss the man directly on the mouth. It looked as though she had intended a smaller kiss, but he responded by wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him. It was clear that his mouth was open and he was moving his tongue into Jen's mouth. She did nothing to stop his advance, so his hand slid brazenly down her back, squeezing her ass through the tight fabric of her shorts. Tim's brain screamed at him to do something, though he wasn't sure what. And he really didn't want to. His breathing had nearly stopped. His heart pounded against his chest. And for one brief second he felt dizzy. He recovered briefly as the two of them released their hold on one another, but Jen wasn't finished. She turned to the other man, who was fully anticipating her approach. Rather than embracing her, his right hand went directly to her left breast, nearly exposing it in the open doorway of the store. For her part, Jen responded by reaching for his growing cock. Tim watched her fingers wrap around its outline through his pants. She squeezed for a second, then tugged at its length twice, causing the man to erupt with laughter. "Yes, my friend," he said without ever taking his eyes away from hers, "you are a very lucky man! If you would like, we have a little couch in the back where we can be more comfortable." Jen was shaking her head and stepping away before Tim could even answer. "No, thank you," she said. "We really need to get back to our hotel." And then, just before the door closed behind them, she looked over her shoulder and added, "Maybe some other time." Yet another surprise, Tim thought.