Music was playing. The locals and some white married wives were dancing. Jamal had to chase away some of the locals who wanted to dance with Anita. Bu... my wife wanted to dance just with me…Later we got back to our room. My sensual Ana was in a very horny mood. I went for it. I fucked her during hours, even enjoying her sweet wet mouth and her tight asshole… Ana came several times, always screaming like crazy.The next morning was our last full day in Tobago. We decided to just take an easy day. Naturally I could.The tall one said, "Please remove your dress, but not your underwear. Then sit here." Patting a space in the settee between them.I unbuttoned my dress and slid it off revealing my black bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings. I walked over and sat down between them. They settled back and simply began to watch the film.It was about ten minutes later when I felt a hand touch my leg and start to caress it. It was the tall one. He just moved his hand back and forth along my. I feel the rim of my cock hitting her sweet spot. It feels good to her as it soon starts to be clear. I see her having her orgasm, the look almost of fear in her eyes. My shaft bends as I push in her and tight pull on the way out. She feels like a hole much to tight to be in. Yet she is taking it well. She has her first orgasm and I keep stoking her as I have. She looks at my wife sitting beside her. I look down and stare at her. Locked eyes as she gets the second, she is pretty loud and its. Obviously I wasn't able to enjoy her company in public and have men, young and old, wonder what "that old guy has got that I haven't?" Money, they'd be thinking. But self-confidence is an internal thing and, as long as I knew I was her "fuck-toy" (at least for the time being), then I was happy. I smiled to myself as I slowed to a stop at a traffic light. Visions of Jennifer on my arm in a full length evening dress that clung to every curve in her body flashed through my mind. "Nice." I heard.