Offering My Wife - S01 E05

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Offering My Wife - S01 E05

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 5

Chapter 5- The beach

We put on our swim clothes and headed out to the water. At least the beach was nice. There were shady Cabanas with chairs already set up for the patrons that were just a few yards from the water. The waves gently caressed the beach and blue water was right up close to the edge. Tammy and tossed our towels on a chair and dashed out the water. It was amazing. We could see our feet in the clear water as we pushed and splashed each other. Tammy was wearing a very tiny bikini that struggled to cover her breasts each time she emerged from the waves. I loved watching her. She really is a beautiful newlywed and I am the lucky SOB who married her. Life is good.

Soon Tammy tired of trying to keep her top on and shed it completely. She tossed it on the sand as if it was a useless plece of trash. Her breasts were now free to bounce and jiggle as she played in the warm Caribbean water. A bit later we walked along the beach and looked for interesting shells and other itens tossed up by the waves. Soon we were ready to sit in the shade and relax. In perfect timing, a cabana boy strolled up and asked if we'd like a beverage. It was almost as if he'd been watching her and waiting for the opportunity to get an up-close view of her bare breasts. I cannot blame him. We ordered drinks and then refills, and the day was drifting by. We were about half asleep in the cabana when Poppi came strolling by. Tammy saw her and waved. Poppi came over and grinned, saying she hoped she'd find us. She wanted to know if Tammy wanted to join her in a massage at the resort. "Well, why not?" said Tammy. And she grabbed her towel and her bikini top and they walked off down the beach, arm in arm. I just sat there. Wow. I guess Poppi is her new best buddy.

This is what Tammy told me later about the massage. She followed Poppi into a thatched roof cabana that was open to the ocean. There were two massage tables side by side with fresh white sheets on them. She and Poppi showered first to rinse off any beach sand then lay naked, face down, one on each of the beds. Tammy was a bit drowsy, she said, from the beach drinks so she dozed off at first. Then she felt two strong male hands on her shoulders, rubbing oil on to her skin. She quickly looked up and saw that the masseurs were both large black men who had what she described as Jamaican accents. Hers was wearing a wife beater shirt, and loose boxer shorts. She panicked briefly when she remembered she was naked. She had expected a woman to do the massage. She mentioned that to Poppi, who just laughed and said that would take some of the enjoyment out of the massage.