We had been trying to get Kim pregnant for the past year, but had no luck. Our next step was to go to a fertility doctor, but we decided to go on this...vacation first, since it would be our last chance for this type of adventure, especially after we got her pregnant. Kim was a beautiful, petite woman at 5’3” tall and 110 pounds, and she had a very nice set of C-cup breasts that were very shapely and firm, and she had a heart-shaped ass that was just perfect. Her pussy had full labia lips and she. I loved the physicality of our relationship. The push-pull, the violent romance, the secret intensity of it. Closed doors and sweaty skin and words that didn’t come out as words but as moans and gasps. I didn’t want to let go of him. I wanted to keep doing what we were doing. But then there was the sensible section of my brain, the part that seemed to go mute whenever Scott walked into the room. He was a quarter century older than me. We were never going to be in an official relationship. And. What became more confusing was when you felt your stomach grow hot and when you pulled open your robes to see what was happening, you were surprised to see a white symbol magically tattooed to your stomach just beneath your belly button. It was a large circle with a dot in the center and ovular prongs around it that made it look like a stylized sun... and also like something you had seen in one of your old teacher's books about reproduction."The Journey Mark," she had proclaimed, "you are this. My wife turned around and grabbed the side of the hot tub, then turned so her tits and pussy were facing up. This allowed me to put my hands under her ass and support her so that her pussy was just above the water line. Both "Hot Husband and Wife" then moved in between her legs...I believe hot husband did the gentlemanly thing and let his wife go down on my wife's pussy first while he moved up and sucked her very hard left nipple while I sucked her very hard right nipple. After a few minutes.