“What about me? I’m not done yet!” I rolled her off of me and pushed her face down onto the bed. It was my turn, I straddled her from behind and slipped my still hard prick down between her thighs and forward into her cunt.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she began to moan. “Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!”
I hammered into her from behind, and she came twice more before I unloaded into her slimy cunt a second time. Then I rolled off of her and collapsed, sweaty and panting, on the bed. “I think I like this a lot more than going to a dinner with the Prime Minister,” I commented. Marilyn rolled towards me and snuggled some more. I idly rubbed my wife’s naked back, but wasn’t figuring on a third bout. I wasn’t eighteen anymore, and needed some recharge time these days.
“I have a feeling that that is going to become more common. You’re Mister Important now!” Marilyn lifted her head up on my chest, and crossed her arms, to lay her head down so she could look up at me. “I think you need to plan ahead for this sort of thing.”
“Maybe. I mean, I’m still the same old asshole I’ve always been, though.”
She smiled at me. “I know you’re an asshole, and you know you’re an asshole, but not everybody else knows. Seriously, from now on we’re going to have to make sure to pack some suits and dresses for when we go away. Wait until we’re somewhere and some lobbyist tracks you down or something.”
“If a lobbyist tracks me down while I’m on vacation, I’m going to place the umbrella from one of your silly drinks in a very tender location and then open it!”
“Cute. No, seriously! You’ll be polite. You won’t be an asshole. You’ll take his money.”
“You are very wise. I grovel at your feet, oh wise one!” I said. At that I heard a growl coming from between us. “That was you, I think,” I told her.
Marilyn blushed, but tried to deflect it anyway. “I think it was you!”
“Marilyn, I know better. You’re a Lefleur, after all.”
“What do you mean by that!?”
I laughed. “I’ve been around your brothers too often! Their favorite sport is competitive flatulence!”
She began laughing. “They aren’t that bad!”
“Don’t forget the belching contests at Christmas!”
“You’re awful!” Just then my own stomach growled. “See! That was you, not me!”
I smiled and rolled her off me gently. “Let’s get cleaned up, get dressed, and go out. We can have either a late lunch or an early dinner.”
Marilyn’s stomach growled again, and she giggled and agreed. We both took quick showers and dressed casually, and then headed outside. We found Joe and Marie sitting on the back porch, drinking juice. It was time for a late lunch or early dinner. We took Adelaide Road into Adelaide Village and stopped at a bar along South West Bay for a meal and a few rum punches. We ate a pile of conch fritters and then some fried grouper. At one point I asked Marilyn if she wanted to go shopping, but she said no, it was too late in the day. So we just sat there in the afternoon sun and sipped some punches while looking out at the bay, and then had an early dinner after that, and drank a few more rum punches. No they didn’t have to pour us in our car at the end of the day, but it was a close run thing.
Friday morning in paradise involved rain and Advils, but we weren’t in too bad a shape. Marilyn and I blamed each other for being of low moral character and leading the other to drink and ruin. By lunchtime, though, we were feeling fine for going out. We needed to do some shopping for Saturday night.
“I think our best bet would be some of the shops over on Paradise Island,” I told Marilyn.
“I can’t just wear a sundress? That police officer said it wasn’t very formal,” she countered.
I smiled at her, perhaps a touch indulgently. Marilyn simply isn’t a very formal lady. While she did have several evening gowns for when we went down to the Lyric, playing dress-up hadn’t been big on her games list when she was a little girl. It had been for Suzie, I recalled. I wondered if she still got to play dress-up with her State Trooper husband and family. I shook the thought off. “Commisioner Javier was being polite, but let’s face it, it might not be black tie, but we need something more than clean shirts and a new denim skirt.”
“Maybe I should have voted for Andy Stewart after all!” Marilyn said.
I stopped in my tracks and grinned. “Is that an admission you voted for me?”
Marilyn blushed as I caught her out. She had been telling me all along that she had cancelled out my vote. “No! I wrote it in! Mickey Mouse!”
I just laughed and led the way out the door. Joe and Marie went with us, of course, which felt very weird. Once we got over to Paradise Island, we found a place to park and then we went window shopping for a bit. We happened to go into a men’s shop first, but that was simply coincidence. The suit for me wasn’t going to be a problem. I take a size 42 Long straight off the rack, and we just needed to pay through the nose for the pants to be hemmed by the next day. I picked something in a nice flax colored linen, which was light enough for the islands and still formal enough for a dinner. Unless Javier was wrong about needing a tuxedo, I’d be okay.
I also bought some underwear, socks, a couple of ties, and a new pair of shoes that I prayed wouldn’t hurt my feet. I had a pair of dress shirts to wear with the suit. So much for a casual vacation!
After lunch, where I fortified myself with a couple of beers, we went shopping for Marilyn. Marilyn took longer, a lot longer! Normally I hate shopping with her, this time I detested it! She has to try on everything, wants my opinion on everything, doesn’t like what I have to say, and then chews on me before trying something else on. Then we would repeat the process down the street! I’m a guy, a member of a species possessed of both an X and a Y chromosome. Our primary interest in women’s dresses is how difficult it will be to remove them!
At one point she came out of the dressing room with something on and turned around in it and actually asked me, “Does it make me look fat?”
I rolled my eyes at this. By now I had lived almost a century, and I knew the answer to this is always NO, but I was losing patience and was hungry. I twirled my fingers and made her turn around a second time. “Yeah, it really makes you look huge! I mean, your butt is simply enormous! I think the Navy is going to retire an aircraft carrier and land planes back there…”
“CARLING!”
“It’s fine, dear!”
“You’re no help!”
I stood up and gave her a hug. “You are absolutely gorgeous. You can wear anything. Now just pick out something so we can go get a drink!”
“OUT!”
“I saw a bar across the street. See you later!” I scrambled out of range, followed by Joe, leaving her and the shop girl to commiserate about the worthlessness of men. In the end, as I knew she would, she bought two dresses, plus all the necessary underwear and pantyhose required, although she drew the line at shoes. She had a very nice and dressy pair of high heeled sandals that would be fine. A clerk was sent to summon me in the bar, or at least summon my American Express card, so I paid off my bar tab and went to pay for Marilyn’s spree and carry everything. I was not asked my opinion on what she had purchased, and was not even shown it!
That had blown the entire afternoon, so after we loaded the car, we stayed and had dinner at the Paradise Beach Hotel, and then we went over to the casino. I prevailed on Marilyn to give me a few hours alone at the high stakes blackjack tables and earned enough to pay for the shopping and some incidentals. I know, I know, what’s a billionaire need to count cards for? I didn’t gamble often enough to be on anybody’s banned list. I cashed my chips in, took a check for a bit over $20,000, and found my wife at the $1 slots. Talk about your differences! We had one last drink, and then went home.