“It’s all booked and paid for,” she said.“Good. What are the damages? No, don’t answer that, it doesn’t matter.”I smiled at my brown-haired beauty; she sat down across the table from me. Seeing a huge smile on her face made me feel like a child a couple of nights before Christmas. It’s a rush of adrenaline. Clarissa is my drug.“When do we leave?” I asked.“Next Friday morning!”“One week!”I needed to get on the ball. and make sure Jay had everything he needed to keep up with the farm.I paused and looked at her for a moment. “I honestly didn’t think you could make it happen so quickly.”“I told you I could.”She smiled.We stood up, leaned across the breakfast table, kissed, smiled again at each other, and went back in for one more kiss.I pulled on my boots and walked out the back door.***The following Friday we were on the way to Standiford Field in Louisville, long before sunrise.Our flight to Charlotte was uneventful and on time. We departed Charlotte and landed in Antigua, where we boarded the small Swiss-made nine-seat single-prop plane for the last leg of our trip.We landed at St. Barthelemy at about five in the afternoon, local time.The island was beautiful. We were coming in for a landing, on the very small runway, and could see the lush hills surrounded by turquoise and azure water. White sand beaches dotted the coastline.The capital village of Gustavia, surrounding the harbor, was picturesque and pristine. The buildings all had red roofs.The boats in the harbor were stunning. They ranged from small fishing boats to private luxury yachts a couple of hundred feet in length.The sight was breathtaking. We were captivated by our destination.St. Barts, as most call it, is a small French island in the Caribbean Sea. It has all the beauty of a small Caribbean Island, but all the charms of the French Riviera or the Amalfi Coast of Italy. It has a European feel to it.We drove the rental car to our villa and were once again pleasantly surprised with the accommodations. The house was very luxurious and had an unbelievable view of the Harbor.We had a small private pool in front of the veranda and a nice hot tub with unobstructed views of the sea.It was a perfect backdrop, with plenty of privacy, for a week of intense lovemaking.We put our belongings away and freshened up a bit. Clarissa popped open the bottle of champagne that had been placed on ice for our arrival, and I started slicing some fruit, that was in a basket with a welcome note inviting us to feel at home.As I put the fruit on a plate, Clarissa passed by with two flutes of champagne in nothing but a pair of red bikini bottoms.I stared at her as she glided by me, I could smell her perfume, and see the roundness of her butt cheeks displayed by the tiny thong. Her dark hair flowed down between her shoulder blades. She was stunning.I noticed the texture of her smooth skin with a hint of sheen on it from the intense humidity of the evening air. I could hear her small feet padding softly across the stone tiles of the open floor. A small gold anklet sparkled around her graceful foot. Her bright red toenails matched her red bikini bottoms.She stood there waiting for me, her figure silhouetted against the evening sky. Her breasts were standing proud and inviting the gentle kiss of the warm tropic air.We each took a chaise lounge close to one another, clinked our glasses, and toasted to, “A week of us.”We nibbled the fruit and sipped the champagne while consuming the landscape with our eyes. We were surrounded by beauty.After we sat there and relaxed for a while, and had finished the bottle of Louis Roederer Cristal Brut, Clarissa stood up, stretched, and slid her bikini bottoms down.With one graceful Beylikdüzü Escort movement of her foot, she flipped them in my direction. I caught them mid-air and dropped them on the chaise. My nostrils caught the subtle scent of her arousal.Clarissa walked down the steps of the pool into the water and turned to look at me with a grin on her face. I slipped my shorts off and joined her.The feel of her soft smooth skin against mine, her firm breasts pressing into me, and her lithe legs gripping me tightly, brought me to a state of arousal.We kissed for several minutes and enjoyed the relaxing feeling of the pool.She whispered in my ear, “I brought some new toys to play with.”I smiled, took her hand, and led her out of the pool.We rinsed ourselves under the outdoor showerhead and wrapped up in our towels.We went inside, showered, and readied ourselves for bed.Clarissa decided to forgo her pajamas, hung her bathrobe on its hook, and climbed into the white sheets naked. I followed.I slid in next to her in anticipation of what she had told me in the pool about new toys.Grinning, she pulled out some long silk scarves to use as restraints and blindfolds, a black leather riding crop, an ostrich feather, and a pair of nipple clamps and laid them on her nightstand table.This was a new development in our sex life. Neither of us had ever experienced BDSM. We had discussed scenarios where we would like to be tied up and maybe some light spanking, but never really took it further.She handed me the scarves and relinquished her hands to me, outstretched.I tied one on one each wrist and one over her eyes. She lay back sprawled naked in the center of the bed, and I tied the scarf ends around the bed posts, restraining her arms.I checked the silky blindfold around her eyes and made sure she couldn’t see.I could tell her senses were heightened. Her nipples were hard, and gooseflesh broke out on her from head to toe.I was aroused by the sight of her sprawled in front of me. My cock was rigid and standing at attention.“What do you want me to do?” I whispered.“Use me any way you please,” she replied.I turned the lamp on the dresser down to the lowest setting, creating a soft glow in the room.Looking at the assortment of new toys she had brought, I chose to start with the feather.Lying on her back with her arms spread, I started to lightly brush her arms, and torso, avoiding her nipples.I ever so gently brushed the surface of her skin with the herls of the feather. I would trace from her neck, down her shoulders, and sweep down her sides.The feather left a trail of goosebumps in its wake.I circled her vagina and ran the feather up and down her thighs. I traced down each leg and across the tops of her feet. The sensation of the feather was making her moan with pleasure. She started to move her body around as she became more and more aroused.I withheld the feather and could tell she was longing for touch and more stimulation. When she started wiggling more, I brushed her nipples with the feather eliciting a moan from her. She was now biting her lower lip.I leaned in and gently bit one of her nipples, both surprising her, and driving her a little further over the edge.Seeing her response, I placed both clamps on her nipples releasing the pressure on them at the same time. Her moaning increased dramatically.I began to rub her sides with my fingertips and kissed her on the mouth. She greedily searched my mouth with her tongue, inviting more. I stopped kissing her, and she leaned up trying to keep me from withdrawing from her.I picked up the riding crop and started to caress her abdomen with the smooth flat surface.“Do you want this?” I asked Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan as I withdrew it from her flesh.“Yes,” she breathed out with a slight wavering to her voice. I could tell her breathing had increased rapidly at the thought of the leather biting her skin.I used it to caress the top of her pussy, rubbing in small circles, I could hear a sharp gasp of air as she inhaled.I lightly paddled her opening; her hips began to reciprocate with each strike of the leather. She was becoming more turned on with each caress and stroke I introduced.I leaned in and gave her a lover’s bite on her exposed neck, but not to the point of bruising.When I pulled my lips from her neck, I nibbled her ear, and whispered, “Roll on your side and let me see your perfect ass.”She rolled the best she could, pulling against the restraints on her arms. Her small flexible frame exposed her bare buttocks. I could see her pussy between her slender legs.I smacked her firmly across her ass with the instrument of pleasure. She let out a louder moan. A moan that had no hint of pain in it. It was a moan of pure pleasure.I struck her bottom several more times. Each stroke turned her pale flesh pinker.“Roll back and spread your legs,” I instructed.She turned to lie flat on her back with her legs spread, her pussy was open and wet with arousal.I tapped her exposed clitoris with the crop sending shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. She began to buck her hips in anticipation of the striking. I increased the intensity. She was about to climax.I stopped abruptly, and she begged me, “Please, don’t stop.”Staring at her laying sprawled on the bed, begging me to resume, I could feel my cock throbbing with excitement.I crawled between her legs and licked her moist opening. She shuddered with pleasure. I explored her folds with my tongue, and her moaning resumed.When I found her clit with my mouth, I sucked it in and caressed it with the tip of my tongue as I had done so many times before.She immediately began to orgasm.I continued to brush her clit with my tongue and press against it while swirling and sucking. She followed with multiple waves of orgasm.The sound of her pulling against the restraints, wanting to grab my head, made me harder.As the waves of her orgasm began to recede, I continued to flick my tongue on her sensitive clit, she tried to escape my hungry mouth and began to retreat across the bed with her lower body trying to escape. I gave chase.“Enough, I can’t take any more.” She demanded yet reasoned.I released her from her restraints and pulled her to the edge of the bed by her ankles. I pressed the head of my engorged cock into her in one fluid stroke. She let out a gasp as my girth stretched her. It felt amazing, she was so wet and hot. I began to push in and out of her at a steady pace.Having already reached a heightened state of arousal from the new experience with my wife, I began to cum immediately.I shot a hot load deep into her and could have ridden the waves of ecstasy longer, but feeling spent, I kissed her and withdrew.She retreated to the bathroom to shower, where I joined her. Afterward, we both crawled into the bed and drifted into a deep sleep within minutes.***The next morning, we were both up early, showered, and dressed for the day. We wanted to explore the small village of Gustavia and take in the island’s shops and fine cuisine.The Island is French-speaking, although many speak enough English to communicate.The overall attitude of the island is laid back and relaxed. It has a magical feel to it. A perfect place to get away and leave the stress of life behind. As advertised, it truly has a laisssez-faire Escort Beylikdüzü feel.Clarissa and I enjoyed shopping and walking through the historic village. You could feel the old-world charm of the architecture, and the food we ate for lunch was delicious.We talked with some other visitors and learned where some good places to go to the beach were, and they recommended some restaurants for dinner. They were very friendly and even invited us to a local nude beach with them the next morning.Topless sunbathing, while prohibited, is not uncommon, but there is a secluded beach where complete nudity is.We both chuckled at the invitation but didn’t say anything in response.During the hottest part of the day, the island businesses shut down for a siesta. We realized it was a good opportunity for us to relax, and spend time in the pool or cool off in the villa. We came in from touring Gustavia, both hit the shower to rinse off, and met poolside.After floating for a bit in the pool, we decided to go back indoors and relax on the king-sized bed.Later, we both dressed and went into Gustavia to enjoy dinner. We chose a restaurant based on the recommendations of the two couples we met earlier in the day.When we arrived, we spotted the two couples, they waved at us, and we waved back.I went to the restroom while we were waiting to be seated, and upon my return to the lobby, the concierge informed me that Mademoiselle had been seated with her friends.The staff had pulled a small table for two to adjoin their four top table. I stood for a moment and watched as the four fawned over Clarissa. This was a sight I was used to.Martin and Elen, A couple from Wales who now lives in Portugal were sitting farthest away from Clarissa and me. They were both around our age, He was sandy-headed, medium height, and very fit, she was slightly taller than him, sandy-haired as well, and very thin. The two made a very well-matched pair.They were a very good-looking couple and appeared to take good care of themselves.The other couple was from Portugal and was vacationing with Elen and Martin. Their names were Iris and Mikael.Iris and Mikael were a very handsome couple as well. They were both around the same height. They both had dark hair, and brown eyes, and were athletically built. He had the look of a soccer player, while very fit and slim, he was muscular in all the right places.Iris was very pretty. She had bright brown eyes that seemed to sparkle when she smiled. She was very sexy and looked as if she could have been a swimsuit model in Sports Illustrated. I had to admit, I would love to see her in a bikini.Dinner was enjoyable, and the company was good. We all had a great time talking and learning more about one another. As the wine started flowing, the group became more animated and flirtatious.The restaurants in Gustavia are notorious for great cuisine and having the laid-back feel of island life. We did not feel rushed, nor did the staff grow impatient with our lingering.We were still going strong when I realized we had been there for three hours, talking and laughing with our new friends as if we had known them our entire lives. We thanked them for the great evening and excused ourselves.Clarissa and I arrived back at our villa and sat on the overstuffed couch. We both laid back and held hands.“Well?”“Well, what?” I asked.“Are we going to the beach with them tomorrow?”“If you want to, I am fine with it. I don’t know if I feel comfortable enough to go commando. What about you?”“I wouldn’t mind going topless, but I’m not sure about going full nude,” she said as if considering whether she would or not.We sat together holding hands and cuddling and ended up making tender love on the couch.***The next morning while eating breakfast we heard a car horn honk outside our villa. Clarissa stood to answer the door.“That’ll be Iris. She said they would stop by on the way to the beach to see if we want to tag along,” she told me as she was opening the door.