caribbean dream 1

Chapter 1

Cathy leaned back in the fighting chair at the stern of the sport fishing boat and looked up at a sky so blue she could have dipped her pen in it to write a postcard home. Her eyes moved downwards and to the right, taking in the deeply wooded hills of the small island in whose bay they were anchored. Great swathes of red bouganvilla and hibiscus had burst through the lush green canopy that spread all the way down to a beach so white it hurt your eyes.

She looked across to her left, past the powerful sport fishing rods that stood idle in their holders, to the vast expanse of the Caribbean Sea. Way out there, too deep to run a lure or baited hook fast enough to fool them, the Marlin were slashing at the bait fish that were slow in moving inshore this year. The rods would remain idle for a few more days until a change in temperature, current, pressure, or some other unseen instruction triggered the bait fish to move closer to land, and the Marlin would follow.

Until then, her boat, and twenty others like it, would remain in and around the island, the occupants soaking up the sun by day and the local rum in the handful of small bars by night. Cathy didn’t mind. The thrill of the chase would come when the Marlin were ready. She stretched her legs out and placed her feet on the rail in front of her. Between the slender straps of her sandals she could see the silver ring that glittered on her toe, a present from her husband on her forty sixth birthday. That was a couple of years ago. She smiled to herself – he always said he wanted her to grow old disgracefully. Cathy wondered if lounging naked – apart from the sandals – on a boat in the Caribbean counted as disgraceful behaviour for a woman approaching fifty. She certainly hoped so, although she was sure that she could be disgraceful to the point of decadence, if she got the opportunity.

She looked across the bay. One other boat was anchored there, half a mile away and further offshore. It was magnificent. Pure white, with a crew of six, Priapus was owned by a couple she had met in one of the bars the previous evening, Michael and Caroline McCarthy.

They made quite a pair, the McCarthys. Good-looking, sophisticated and obscenely rich, most people would have loved to have hated them, but most people couldn’t help but like them. They were just those sort of people. Michael McCarthy had hit on Cathy in the bar like only a good-looking, sophisticated and obscenely rich guy could, but to no avail. Another time, another life, perhaps yes. But not right now. Michael, unused to failure, felt thwarted – and perhaps more significantly, so did his wife. After all, they tried to do everything together.

A really friendly couple, though – chatted to the whole bar, bought everyone a drink, the even walked one of the waitresses home when the bar closed. Cathy watched as a solitary figure climbed down the side of the yacht and mounted a jet-ski. It swept away from the Priapus leaving a pure-white wake behind on the surface of the blue water. As it approached, Cathy saw that the rider was a young woman, naked apart from a waterproof pouch slung over her shoulder. Cathy realised that the rider was heading for her boat. Cathy rose from the fighting chair and wrapped an almost transparent black silk sarong around her waist and stood at the rail to meet her.

The jet-ski stopped behind the boat and the young woman smiled up at Cathy, the easy, natural smile of the island’s inhabitants. The McCarthys had employed a few of the locals for the duration of their stay. She unzipped the pouch and pulled out a gold envelope.
“Miz McCarthy’s having a party tonight. She’d like you to come. You an’ your man. She’ll send a launch over about seven – that OK?”
Cathy took the envelope and spoke to the girl without opening it.
“Yes, please – tell Caroline we’d love to come.”
“Great – see you later. Oh, dress casual as you like. Bye now.”
The girl sped away on the ski back to the yacht, waving as she went.

The high-heeled sandals made a very satisfying clicking noise on the varnished wooden deck of the boat. The black silk sarong caught the light breeze and blew open, revealing a sun-bleached patch of soft pubic hair. Cathy tightened the knot at her waist and continued along the deck to the sunbathing platform, where her husband lay naked and asleep.

She lightly touched his foot. “Ken – are you awake?”
He opened his eyes and reached for his sunglasses. Cathy held out a gold envelope to him. “This has just arrived from the yacht – we’re invited for a party tonight.”

He raised himself up on one elbow and took the invitation from his wife. ” Are we going?”
“Of course we’re going – well I am anyway. Don’t you fancy it?”
“What, dinner on the biggest yacht in the bay? What do you think?” He rested back on his elbows. “Mind you” he said, “I think he would prefer it if you went on your own.”
Cathy laughed. “I know – it’s a bit obvious, isn’t it. He really was chatting me up in that bar last night. Having said that, he was chatting all the women up. I suppose he knows that he can get away with it.”
“Yes, he probably does. His wife seems to let him do as he feels, she almost encourages him. With all their money I suppose it’s like a bit of a game to them.”

Cathy untied her sarong and lay it on the warm wood of the deck. She picked up a bottle of sun oil and poured a small pool into the palm of her hand. “What do you mean?”
“Well, they’ve been everywhere, done everything, they travel the world on that huge yacht – they probably enjoy a bit of decadence.”
“Decadence?” She began to massage the oil into her naked breasts.
“Yeah, you know what I mean.”
“You think they chat up women to…. Oh yeah! You’re right – that waitress – Suzette- she left with them. I thought they were seeing her home!” – Her hands moved down her slippery skin. – “I hope she got a good tip!”

In her mind’s eye Cathy recalled the wealthy couple leaving the waterfront bar with the waitress between them. The sound of their laughter floating across the calm sea as their launch quietly sped them out to where the large vessel was moored.
Had the waitress been taken there to entertain the husband – or the wife? Or both? Yes. If Ken were right, that would be it – both of them. They were a very close couple, lots of touching and shared glances. It was obvious even to the most casual observer that they shared an intimate bond and were extremely happy in each other’s company.

Close, intimate, happy. Enjoying the finest things in life together, travelling the world together, having fun together. Cathy marvelled at the power of a relationship that allowed them to indulge themselves in the kind of sexual freedom that she suspected they indulged in.

Cathy thought about Suzette, the waitress. Probably around forty two years old, with a mane of black hair and an earthy, easy laugh. She could understand how the couple had been drawn to her. Suzette’s worldly manner seemed to betray a full and interesting past. Cathy tried to picture the scene on the yacht. What role did Suzette take? Passive, with four of hands and two tongues exploring her? Or active, moving from one to the other as commanded? Was she filmed for future entertainment? Had she been paid?

As her thoughts unfolded, Cathy carried on covering herself with sun oil. The sun was very high now, she didn’t want to burn and feel uncomfortable later on at dinner. She looked at her husband. A deep brown tan could not hide the telltale redness about his shoulders and worse, along his penis. She poured oil into her hand and began to rub it into his stomach.
“You do realise” she said as she poured more oil on his body – “That if you’re right, he was trying to make me part of the night’s fun?”
He opened his eyes and laughed. “You sound a bit regretful – do you wish you’d have gone with them then?”
“I do
n’t know – could be fun.”
“So, you could fancy being a rich man’s plaything, could you?” He joked
. “I always told you that you could earn a fortune on the game!”

Cathy filled her palms with oil and took his penis between them. A few deft strokes had it fully erect. She slid her hand up and down the warm shaft, encouraging it to become harder and harder.
“So how much would I charge for this?”
“At least £500.”
“£500 – just for this? You’re right, I’d make a fortune!”

Her hands stopped for a moment. “D’you think that’s why we’ve been invited then – a bit of hankie pankie?” Cathy smiled mischievously at her husband.

“It wouldn’t surprise me! He really seemed to fancy you last night. Mind you, we’ve both been invited – she’s probably up for it too!” The more he thought about it, the more Ken realised that the woman was very likely the driving force in the relationship. She seemed very strong willed – he couldn’t imagine anything going on without her involvement.

Cathy suddenly burst out laughing. “What a cheek – they invite us over for a meal and we’ve got them down as a pair of swingers! They are probably just an ordinary couple like us!”
“Ordinary – us? Are you sure? I suppose if you call laying naked on a boat in the Caribbean ordinary then we are. But I know what you mean.”

“So you don’t think we’ll be larking about on the yacht tonight, then?” Cathy could not hide the wistful look on her face or the slight tone of disappointment in her voice. Ken realised that a part of her was getting quite excited by the thought of a sexy little party in the opulent surroundings of the luxurious yacht.

“Actually, I think that it’s entirely up to us. I saw her give that waitress’s bum a squeeze last night as they walked away. Those three definitely wound up in bed together.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Oh yes.”
“I bet you’d like that!”
“Like what?”
“Two women in bed.” She gave his hard cock a squeeze.
“Only if you were one of them! Now that would be fun!”
Cathy carried on gently with her hand.
“Do you think I would enjoy that, then?”
“I know that you would!”
She leaned across and picked up the sun oil and poured a trickle down each of his thighs. She continued speaking as she rubbed it into his skin.
“So, if we had invited that waitress back here last night, what would we have done?”
“Whatever we felt like.”
“No, no – what I mean is, what would you have liked to happen?”
Ken replied without hesitation.
“I can just see you with your head between her legs !”
“Can you indeed – you think I’d like that, do you?”
“Like it? – You’d absolutely love it. It’s fantastic!”
“And what about you – where do you fit in?”
“I’d be doing the same to you!”
“Mmmm…” – smiling, she closed her eyes – “that sounds nice.”

Cathy started to rub oil on the inside of his thighs, the back of her hand brushing against his penis.
“Wouldn’t you like to fuck her? I thought that was the whole idea of going to bed with two women – to fuck them both.”
Ken was a little taken aback – Cathy did not make a habit of swearing, so the sudden use of it had quite a shock value.
“If I were a man, that’s what I would want!”
“And as a woman?”
“I might just try what you said.”
“Might just try eh? Planning something, are you?”

She lay on her stomach. “Do my back?”
Ken poured oil onto her back .
“Yes” he said – ” You, and her, and me. Sounds brilliant!”

He smoothed the oil down her honey brown back onto her buttocks and let his middle finger slip between her gleaming cheeks. It paused as it slid over her anus and then continued downward until it slipped effortlessly into her vagina.

Cathy parted her legs a little and raised herself up a little to enjoy the best sensation from his probing finger. In her mind’s eye she saw Suzette laying in front of her, a pubic bush as black as her hair. She imagined how it would feel if her tongue was to flash out and play with her clitoris. Ken was right, she decided. She would love it! Why not give it a try? They had never played the field or anything like that, but she was sure that a little shared adventure would be fantastic fun. And not just a little session with one waitress, either. In for a penny, in for a pound. She looked over her shoulder at her husband.

“So you fancy fucking Suzette, do you?”

“That’s not quite what I said!”

“No, but that’s what you’d like to do, isn’t it?” She insisted. “You’d like me and Suzette to give you a little show – kiss each other’s tits, play with our pussies, and then you want to fuck both of us – especially Suzette!”

His finger continued it’s gentle stimulation. He realised that Cathy was getting really turned on with what she was saying. And so was he – his cock was beginning to hurt it was so swollen.

“Yes -” Cathy continued – “you want to fuck Suzette while she goes down on me! – don’t you?”
“If that’s what you’ve got in mind, I’ll go along with it!”
“Go along with it? I practically tell you that you can fuck another woman and all you can say is you’ll go along with it?”
“You’re only joking, anyway!”
“Am I? Are you sure? You don’t think I might enjoy what they get up to on the yacht? I bet that Caroline’s had more dicks than I’ve had – I don’t know what!”

“Oh, so it’s that is it – you fancy a different man for a change!” Ken laughed. “Feeling a bit jealous of her then?”

Cathy rolled onto her back and smiled at him, her teeth bright against her dark lipstick. “What, with all her money, her looks and the fact that she probably fucks a different bloke every day? Why should I be jealous?”

“Well, you’re better looking than her by a long shot. Far slimmer, too!”

“Do you really think so? – I don’t think I look bad for forty eight.” She knelt up and lifted her boobs in her hands. “And these are real!”

“The truth is -” he said -“you could have any man you wanted at a click of your fingers.”

“I know,” she sighed. She smiled at him. “I must confess, a little variety now and then would be nice. Can’t you find me some nice young barman or something? I saw some very appetising men last night!” She was laughing as she spoke.
“What, to join in with us?”
She grinned at him.
“Now that would be fun!”
“Just the one?”
Cathy leaned back on her hands.
“Well I’ve only got one pussy and one mouth! If they were nicely filled together I couldn’t complain. I’m not a greedy girl!”
Ken looked at her lovely body, his cock was absolutely throbbing.
“You fancy that, then do you? A couple of blokes at the same time?”
She closed her eyes and smiled. “Mmmm.. that would be lovely.”
“Well,” he continued, “You’ll probably get your chance tonight.”

She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair. She picked up a towel and wiped the oil from his rock hard penis. Swinging around and straddling his face, she lowered her pussy to his lips. Her head began to move toward his cock, her lips opening. Stopping suddenly, she looked back over her shoulder.
“Let’s put it this way – the next dick that has the pleasure of slipping into my mouth will not be this one!”