Jen sat in front of the mirror and put the final touches on her makeup for the evening. The combination of her perfect tan and the eyeliner that she had applied made her blue eyes pop even more than usual, something that she knew her husband Ron would love. She then stood up and looked at herself in front of the full length mirror. Even she had to admit that she looked good. They were headed out to one of their favorite clubs in St. Barth for dinner tonight, one where the night started with a great dinner and ended up with the DJ spinning and everyone in the club dancing. Jen was dressed in an incredible low cut white midi dress with a very high slit up one thigh, high enough that she thought to herself that she would have to take care in sitting down and standing up, as anyone who was looking would very clearly see her neatly waxed, completely bald pussy, for, as per normal when they were in St. Barth,she was not wearing any underwear. The dress hugged her gorgeous curves, and the deep plunge front showed off her beautiful C cup breasts. For shoes, she had selected her favorite Louboutin white stiletto sandals, once again accentuating her tan as well as her carefully pedicured white toenails.
Jen walked out of the bedroom to find Ron reclined in one of the chaises on the deck, in his one of his usual outfits for an evening out: a pink linen shirt, white linen jeans and bit loafers. He was taking in the view from their villa with a water in hand, obviously hydrating for the party night ahead. She playfully walked in front of him and knowing the answer, asked "So, which view is better?" Ron's eyes widened and he immediately stood up, grabbed Jen's hips and brought her into his body. She could feel his cock getting harder underneath his jeans as he pulled her into him. She felt an immediate and very familiar wetness between her legs. He went to kiss her but Jen stopped him, saying with a smile, "Sorry dear, but my makeup is perfect. We can't ruin it before we go out, can we?"
"You're right, my dear," Ron answered, "but you aren't wearing makeup everywhere, are you?" And with that, he laid her back on the chaise, sat beside her and moved her dress aside just enough to take her left nipple into his mouth, gently circling it with his tongue at first, and as he felt it getting harder, kissing it with a bit more urgency and sucking it just hard enough so that he could start to feel Jen respond with her body, starting to softly moan. He then moved to her right breast with his mouth while moving his hand up to her left nipple, keeping it hard by squeezing it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Once again, he started gently with her right nipple, licking, then suckling on it with an ever greater need.
Laying back, Jen felt her arousal growing more and more. She loved the way Ron played with her nipples, loved the way he knew her body so intimately. She looked down at him sucking her, looked out on the view, and thought to herself, 'this is just paradise." And then, just when she thought she couldn't get any more excited, Ron stopped.
He slowly raised up and whispered in her ear, "I need to taste you. I want to have the taste of your pussy on me when we go out tonight." Hearing that took Jen's breath away. She couldn't say anything, just moaned her approval. She looked down, wanting to watch him as he gently moved her dress up on her hips, then getting down on his knees and kissing, licking, slowly working from the inside of her thighs to her pussy. She wanted to feel his tongue licking her, but he just teased her, lightly kissing her labia, then licking them, then taking them into his mouth and nibbling on them between his lips. Then, just as slowly, Jen felt Ron's tongue start at the bottom of her pussy and work its way to her clit. Jen thought she couldn't get any wetter. She was wrong, so wrong. Ron caressed her clit with his tongue, never stroking it too hard, never too fast, but just hard and fast enough to get her ever more excited.
As Ron ate Jen, he felt himself getting harder and harder. There was nothing that he loved more than feeling his wife get excited like this. He absolutely loved the taste of her pussy, loved the way he could feel her hips just barely starting to move up and down as she got more and more excited. He wanted to bring her just to the edge of orgasm before they went out, wanted her to be mad with desire the same way he was for her. And so, just when he felt her body tightening to get ready to cum, he stopped, and gently kissed his way up to her nipples, kissed each and whispered, "Are you ready for dinner?"
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A cocktail, a bottle of wine and a dinner later, Ron and Jen were lingering over a shared dessert of crème brûlée, with each also enjoying a glass of champagne. As she tucked her spoon into the last of the luscious dessert, Jen felt Ron's hand on her thigh, running up her leg under the table. She knew no one could see, but then again, she wouldn't have cared if they could have seen everything. Her libido was on high, and nothing in this evening had done anything to dispel it. Ron's fingers grazed her pussy, and she tried to nonchalantly sip her champagne while getting warmer and warmer. "Do you like that, honey? It certainly seems like you do. I can feel just how wet you are."
"Oh my God baby, you have me so so fucking excited. I absolutely love it when you do this to me."
Just then, the DJ cranked up the music, and the party started happening. Ron and Jen both were finishing their champagne before heading out to the dance floor, and Ron, in a game that they often played when they went out, asked Jen "So, who do you think is best in show tonight? Both male and female categories."
Jen scanned the room. "Well, male category is always tough to select in St. Barth. The men here are gorgeous. But I think he might win the prize." Jen gestured towards a young guy, perhaps twenty-six, maybe 6 foot one with a shock of brown hair and blue eyes. Unsurprisingly, he was a waiter in the club. The natives of St. Barth were always better looking than the tourists. It was a phenomenon that Jen and Ron had often noticed and discussed, under the heading of "Just what is in the water around here anyway?"
"Hmm, now female category...again, pretty tough to choose, but I think she's the winner." Jen nodded to a young woman on the dance floor. Fit and tan, with green eyes and dressed in a cobalt blue bandage dress with gold stiletto sandals, she had a short blonde bob that accentuated her high cheekbones. Ron had noticed this same woman before, for no other reason than he had seen her on the beach the previous day. She was of course topless on said beach, this being St. Barth, and Ron had certainly admired her from afar.
"Two fine choices my dear, and with that, may I escort you to the dance floor?"
Jen and Ron had always loved to dance. Beyond the fact that it was just plain fun, it had always served as a kind of foreplay for them. Not that they were overtly sexual on the dance floor; it was more that they were so practiced moving together that it served as an appetizer for the main course to follow. Tonight was no exception. The DJ was spinning, as per usual in St Barth, deep club beats, the dance floor was packed, and Ron looked in Jen's eyes and could see that she was loving this, in every way. He felt the bulge growing in his pants, and hoped that Jen could see just what she was doing to him.
Jen very much saw it. She danced just a bit closer to him and lightly brushed his cock over his pants. "I fucking love to feel you like this baby..."
