J&A Hawaii 2026

Intro

It's finally time. What they've been looking forward to for weeks, months actually, is finally here. It's vacation time! They're already packed. They just have to drive to the airport, and catch their flight, and then 'Hello Hawaii!'. They've been to Hawaii before, but this trip is different. They have 3 whole weeks and will be island hopping instead of staying in one place.

There's another thing different about this trip. It's them; they're different. They've woken up to realize they've been living in the rat race for the past 20 years, and they are stuck in a serious rut. They've been really working on their relationship a lot lately. They're trying to really know each other better, and understand their wants and needs and hopes and dreams and desires. They're older now. Their kids are grown, the house is paid off, they're both looking forward to retirement eligibility. They really need to know if they can be together, to be 'just me and you' as they say, for the rest of their lives.

Day 1

The traveling went smoothly, and they arrived at their hotel. It's a gorgeous place on the west shore of the big island. They took the elevator to the 7th floor and went 6 doors down, the last door on the left- Room 713. The room is reasonably spacious and incredibly clean with a kingsize bed with a beautiful Hawaiian print comforter with blue and green leaves. On the bed are two rather large oversized pillows with turquoise shams with frilly edges that are made to resemble grass but are fabric. Unusual, considering how most hotels usually stick with neutral decor. The whole room is filled with Hawaiian decor, but the bed is naturally the first thing to catch your eye. The amazing ocean view, however, is even more striking. They have a corner room with a corner balcony that faces the ocean to the west, and another wing of the hotel to the south.

Down below, between the two wings of the hotel is the pool and cabana area. It was packed with people, but they could barely hear them from this high up.

"Well, what do you think? Did I do good?" said James.

"It's great, it's got all the things I said I wanted: refrigerator, jacuzzi tub, ocean view balcony, and it's super clean." Andrea replied.

"Well, I do know you a little bit."

"You should after all these years."

"And yet I'm still learning new things about you."

"Never stop. That's how things get stagnant and boring. That's how couples end up as just roommates".

"I don't want that. I want real love. And passion. And excitement"

"Me too."

"Well let's try to have some fun while we're here. We can get away with a lot this far from home where nobody knows us."

"Regarding that.... There's something I want to talk about with you." Andrea takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "I know you want to expand our sexuality and explore a lot of new things that we haven't done much of before. I also know that you think that I'm pretty vanilla, but I'm not. I just need to feel safe enough to open up this side of me to you."

James sits next to her. "Babe, we've been together 24 years. If you don't feel safe enough now, will you ever?"

"It's not just a matter of time. It's a little more complicated. Certain milestones have to be met, and while things have been getting better between us, we're not all the way there yet."

James wraps his arms around her. "I know. I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm up for it. I am all in for this... this, whatever it is we're doing. It's me and you, babe."

Andrea hugs him back and rests her head on his shoulder. "Just me and you." She begins to caress his chest. "So.... while we're here.... Do you want to get a little crazy?"

"Always. What'd you have in mind?"

"Well.... I thought we could do some stuff that we can't really do at home."

"Like......?"

"How would you like.... to do a little exhibitionism?"

"Now we're talkin'! Where do you want to go?"

"We're not going anywhere. We're going to stay here but just leave the drapes wide open."

"Oh, ok. That's cool."

"You sound a little disappointed."

"No, not disappointed. That's not the right word."

"What then?"

"I just get ahead of myself sometimes. You know how I am. Sometimes I'm going 90mph while you're doing 60. And it's not that 60 is slow. I'm just being unreasonable. I'm sorry. I should have more patience."

"What were you expecting or thinking about?"

"I don't know. Maybe down by the pool or on the beach."

"Honey, you know I'm not ready for something like that. Maybe someday, but...."

"I know, I know."

There's an awkward moment of silence.

"Well," James said, "the drapes are wide open. Let's open the patio door too so that our show isn't on mute for our viewers."

"I can handle that." Andrea replies.

James goes to open the patio door. By the time he turns around, Andrea has already removed her shirt and shorts, and is standing in her underwear.

"Oh my God, I don't think I've ever seen you move that fast. How did you even.....?"

"It's just a t-shirt; it comes off in like 2 seconds. And these shorts fell right to the floor when I stood up because I had already undone them while you weren't paying attention."

"I am impressed"

"You are also still fully clothed, and that's a problem for me. You've got some catching up to do."

"Yes ma'am!" James is totally naked in 7.2 seconds. "How's this?"

"Perfect. Just the way I like you."

"Let's go closer to the windows."

"Ok."

James leads Andrea toward the large south-facing window. They stop and kiss. James reaches around to unfasten her bra. Andrea hesitates for a split second, but James can sense it. "You good?" he asks.

"Yeah, just a little nervous."

"Well lets see if anyone is even actually looking."

Abruptly, "NO," Andrea replied. "I just want to imagine that they're there, and that they are watching. I don't want to really know if we're being seen or not."

"Oh, ok."

"There you go again. You're disappointed."

"No, please stop using that word. That's not it. I just feel conflicted."

"I thought you would want to do stuff like this."

"I do, but not if it makes you feel uncomfortable. There are men who can enjoy themselves at the expense of their woman's discomfort. I can't. That's not me; I'm not built that way."

"I'm trying, honey, and I'm sorry if I'm slowing you down."

"Hey, this is not your fault, and I shouldn't be making you feel like you're the problem."

"I know, honey. In my mind I know it, but in my heart I feel inadequate."

"You are my everything. You're my reason."

"Reason for what?"

"Everything! Why I work hard. Why I take time off. Why I'm strong, and also why I'm sensitive. You're my source, too. The source of my joy, my pain, my love, my anguish. You're my whole life, and whatever you're going through, I'm going through. Me and you."

"Just me and you."

"I'm so happy and so lucky to be here with you in this beautiful room on this beautiful island. Now let's give these theoretical people who may or may not be watching the show they deserve."

Andrea chuckles. "Alright, you talked me into it. How do you just know the right thing to say?"

"The right things to say? Babe, I say the wrong thing way more than I say the right thing. You're being awfully generous right now."

"Now I'm trying to make you feel better."

"That's sweet, but I have another idea; why don't we make each other feel good in a different way.....?"

"That sounds nice. Tell me how."

"Well, first I kiss you like you're the love of my life, because you are."

He kisses her, slowly and gently, the way she likes it. "Then I run my fingers through your hair, and lightly tickle them down your back."

"I can narrate, too, you know," Andrea says. "I kiss you back, because you're the man for me, and I love and appreciate you." She kisses him passionately and aggressively, the way he likes it. "Then I scratch my nails down the sides of your neck, across your shoulders, and down your arms."

"Ahhhh, nice. What next?"

"What's next is we stop talking and do this already."

Andrea jumps up onto James and wraps her legs and arms around him and kisses his neck. He holds her under her ass with one arm while the other unclasps her bra. He carries her over to the bed, and gently lays her down on it. He softly kisses her neck and begins working his way down. He pulls her bra off to reveal her perfect breasts. After tossing the bra, he gently tickles her nipples with the tip of his tongue before sucking on them like a baby. Andrea doesn't know why he likes this, just that he does, so she feeds him her breast and runs her fingers through his hair until he's had enough.

James soon continues to work his way down her tummy to her navel and slips his tongue in and around a little, another peculiarity that Andrea allows him. Now it's time for business, though. James continues his trek down her body to the sweet spot. James knows just what to do. He has a meticulous method, and it has worked for years. Andrea approves of and endorses his method; it never fails. James masterfully goes to work with his nimble tongue, escalating her enjoyment to pleasure, then pleasure to bliss, then bliss to ecstasy, like a skyscraper elevator going up, up, up, until finally.....*ding* penthouse! Andrea writhes and convulses with delight, vocalizing loudly, clenching his head tight between her thighs. He loves this part. This is his gold medal ceremony.

After what feels like an eternity that is over too soon, Andrea's legs fall limp, releasing James from his captivity. Quite satisfied with himself, he mockingly asks, "Was that ok? Did you like it?"

Breathlessly, "What do you think?"

"I guess it was ok."

"Your fake modesty is simultaneously cute and frustrating."

"I know, I just like to play."

"I know you do. Do you want me to play with you?"

"Definitely. I mean, if you have it in you. You seem like you might need a break."

"Do you want me to... have it in me?" Andrea says coyly.

"You know I do, babe."

"Well, alright then. Get it in me."

Andrea has just recently learned a new sex skill: reducing and numbing her gag reflex. She told him she has even been practicing for this moment. There is a particular action they've been talking about trying. Andrea lies back, and James positions himself over her head. "You ready?" he asks.

"Go for it, big boy. Get on top of me and fuck my throat!"

"Wow, that's new. I could get used to that. When did you start talking like that?"

"I just thought I'd try it out. Sounded like something you would like. Now get started already!"

"Yes ma'am!" James climbed over her face and hung his still hard cock down into her mouth. She took it in with suction, and ran her tongue up and down and all around everywhere she could move it. James began slowly moving up and down with short strokes not trying to go too deep too soon. With each movement he increased the depth and the pace until finally he had reached the back of her throat.

"You good?" He asked. "Give me a thumbs up if you're good to go."

The thumbs up came immediately. He had never felt the back of her soft palette before, nor her lips tightened around the base of his shaft. At this moment he realized he had his entire cock all the way into her mouth for the first time. It felt amazing, so he began thrusting. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. This was a new intense feeling for him, a whole different sensation than vaginal intercourse. James loved the feel of pussy, for sure, but something about this was just...., just awesome! James is usually very verbose, but all he can come up with in this moment is 'Awesome!'. This is the new standard for a quality blowjob. Before he even knew it, he was pounding her mouth and throat with forcefulness, his balls bouncing off of her chin with every stroke. She grabbed hold of his lower back, pulling him in, making it crystal clear that she wanted every single millimeter of his meat inside her. He felt the magma rising up, higher, higher and finally.... BOOM -eruption. He felt the pleasure pulse through his body and knew that he had spurted much more cum than normal. He had been abstaining from jerking off specifically to save up for this moment. After he came back down to earth, he climbed off and pulled his now limp dick out of Andrea's mouth, expecting to see a large mouthful of cum, but her mouth was empty.

"I'm not imagining things.... I came, right? Where is it? I know there was a lot, and I know you don't swallow."

"Well, when it shoots directly into the back of my throat, I guess I do swallow. It was a reflex, I guess. It's actually pretty convenient 'cause it totally bypassed my tongue."

"Awesome," he said, once again at a loss for words after his trip to the mountaintop. "Hey, you wanna try to sneak over to the windows with me to see if anyone was watching us?"

"Nah, you go check."

James got off the bed and tried to inconspicuously move toward the window to check without scaring off any voyeurs. Alas, he looked in all the windows and balconies of the rooms across and adjacent to theirs, and no one was about. "Damn, nobody was watching."

"Really?" Andrea jumped up and ran over to stand next to James. She peered about as he had, and likewise saw no one. "That kinda sucks a little."

"I thought you didn't want to know?"

"I thought I didn't either, but now that we're done it's a little bit of a let down. It's like we didn't get the payoff at the end."

"I got my payoff."

"Not like that; you know that's not what I meant."

"Babe, we're gonna be here for four nights before we move on to our next spot. We can try again."

"I don't know, maybe. We'll see. How 'bout we just go relax at the pool bar, have a couple drinks, and then get early dinner. It's been a long day so far. We had to get up real early to catch our flight, we haven't eaten in over 8 hours."

"That sounds like a plan to me. I think I could maybe even turn in early tonight."

"Let's just see how we feel after getting some food and drinks in us."

"So we're gonna go to the pool bar? You gonna wear your new orange bikini?"

"Yup, that's why I got it."

"Nice."

Andrea returned from the bathroom after a few moments wearing an orange thong bikini. The sides came high up on her curvy hips, and the top was a fairly modest amount of fabric considering Andrea had a formidable amount of tit to cover and support. James stared for far too long. "What?" she asked. "Does it look ok?"

"You look amazing. Beautiful. Better than ever. How did I get so lucky?"

"You look good in your trunks too. I'm beginning to see the outline of your abs. The workouts you've been doing are paying off."

"Thank you. And I feel better too. Just healthier, you know?"

"Yup, I know the feeling. It's hard being 47."

"Tell me about it. All I know is I couldn't do it alone. When I think about Joan and Mitch getting divorced after 26 years.... I mean, how bad does it have to be to throw all those years away? They seemed fine when we were with them. Not great, but ok. Hell, there were even times when I thought they were better off than we were. I guess they were just good at faking it."

"They were not fine. I could tell. Joan told me some things. No explicit details, but enough to piece together that they were on very thin ice. The way she talked about Mitch, it's like she never loved him at all. Not even in the beginning."

"Mitch would gripe about not getting laid enough, and not liking the tone and attitude with which she talked to him, but it all sounded kinda like normal stuff to me. But he never did talk to her about any of it. I think that's where they went wrong."

"You have to communicate. You can't hold it in because it will eat away at you and then boil over. You have to be able to tell your partner anything."

"I think we have that. I love you so much. At this age, the single life is not for me. I'd fall apart without you."

"I love you too. Do you realize we've been together longer than not? We got married at 23, and we've been married for 24 years."

"Time flies by. Let's go eat."

....................

Down at the pool cabana, they sit at the swim up bar, and drink a little, and continue talking about love and life, friends and kids, plans for the rest of the trip, and all the usual stuff. At one point, James looks up towards their room. "I counted to the seventh floor, and that's our room right there," he said, pointing.

"You can barely see that it even has windows, much less see into them."

"Yeah, to be seen you have to go out on the balcony."

"Oh well, maybe the next place we stay won't be on such a high floor."

They have a couple more drinks, and decide to just order a light dinner right there at the bar. They continue enjoying the atmosphere, the weather, the pool, and each other's company for another hour or so. At one point an elderly couple pass by and strike up a brief conversation:

"You two look like a very happy young couple!" said the elderly woman as she waded by.

"Oh, we're not young, but thank you." James said.

"Bullshit," said the old man. "If you're younger than us, you're young. You know how I know? 'Cause I'm young. You got plenty left in the tank. It only gets better my boy. Keep this young lady right here happy, and she'll keep you happy. Treat her right, and she'll treat you right."

"How long have you two been married?" Andrea asked.

"55 years," said the woman. "We're 75 now, and this is our sixth trip to Hawaii. We come every ten years. We started on our 5th wedding anniversary back in 1976, when this hotel was only 3 years old."

"That's an incredible tradition. Y'all are an inspiration." Andrea said. "Can we copy that?"

"Sure," said the man. "You two are the inspiration to us. How long y'all been together? 20 years? 25 years? We could tell from across the pool just by watching you two together that you're the real deal. Everybody's getting divorced at the drop of a hat these days. You two look like you've got it figured out."

"Well, not everything," James replied, "but we're working on it."

"Keep working at it, my boy," said the man. "The work never ends, but the love doesn't either."

"We'll remember that," said Andrea.

"You two enjoy the rest of your stay, and God bless you both." said the woman.

As the old couple waded away in the pool, James and Andrea looked at each other. "That was..... Interesting." said James.

"Yeah, but really sweet." Andrea replied.

"In planning this trip, I had hoped we would end up meeting some interesting people along the way, but I kinda thought they would be the locals, not other travelers."

"It's all good. You ready to head back upstairs?"

"Yeah, let's go."

..............................

James opens the door to their room feeling satisfied in many ways. First, he successfully planned, and booked this trip for himself and Andrea.

Then, he felt satisfied knowing that she approved of and liked the hotel and room he had chosen. He felt satisfied having made his wife cum so powerfully. He felt satisfied with his own intense sexual release. His hunger and thirst were satisfied at the hotel bar. Finally, he felt satisfied by receiving the approval of a couple who clearly knew how to do marriage the right way. 'Could I be any happier than I am right now?' he thought.

They walk across the room to the patio door where Andrea says, "Let's sit outside on the balcony till our swimsuits are dry."

They sit in the lounge chairs looking out at the ocean, enjoying a cool early evening breeze.

"Remember what I mentioned earlier," Andrea said, "about feeling safe?"

"Yes," James replied.

"I want to go a little farther with you. I trust you more now, I'm not so afraid anymore."

"That's great! What changed?"

"I don't know exactly, but seeing those old folks so happy together, I think that can be us. And what that old man said about people getting divorced... he's right. Mitch and Joan didn't even try. We went through the same problems they had, but we worked it out because we talked to each other.               I feel like you trust and respect me, and I trust and respect you."

"I appreciate you telling me that. And I do trust and respect you. And if you want to branch out and try some new things that maybe you felt uncomfortable with before, we will take it as slow as you need to feel safe."

"I love you, so much I don't think I can even express."

"That's how I love you. Come here."

They stand, embrace, and kiss, deeply, passionately for several seconds. Suddenly, they hear a loud whistle and look up to see a couple on their balcony, watching them. They were across the way on the other wing of the hotel, symmetrically the same room, just on the other side.

The man yells, "Cheers, mate!" and raises a glass, like a toast.

James responds, "Cheers! Did you like what you saw?"

"Bloody fantastic, mate!" he yells back. "Me and the missus were just saying 'Wouldn't it be nice to meet some fun people on our holiday?'".

"Hey, babe..." James says, "remember when you said you wanted to do a little exhibitionism?......."

"Wait, you mean right here? Right now?"

"Yeah! What a perfect opportunity. We're on vacation. These guys are from Australia or somewhere. We'll never see them again."

Andrea steels herself. "Ok, let's give them a show."

"Cool." James replies, then to the Aussies across the way, "We're fun alright. You wanna see some more?"

The man looks down and speaks to his wife, who is still sitting. She stands and steps toward the balcony railing and stands next to her husband. James immediately notices that these two are also both wearing their swimsuits. They apparently were doing the same thing- relaxing on their balcony to dry off. 'Had they been at the pool when we were down there earlier?' James wondered to himself.

"Fuck yeah, mate" the man replies.

James asks Andrea, "You sure you're cool with this? We can stop anytime."

Andrea responds, "I'm iffy but I'm cool. I'll let you know when it's enough."

"Ok, cool. So come over here and turn around."

Andrea was wearing a short little skirt over her thong. James began slowly pulling the skirt down until it fell to the floor. Andrea stepped out of it and was now wearing only her bikini. He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around him. They kiss some more while he is holding her up, with her luscious ass in his hands and her arms around his neck.

After a few moments, they hear more whistles, and this time, some clapping too. "Right on, you two!" the man yells. They playfully take a little bow.

"Ok, your turn now!" James yells.

The man whispers into his wife's ear. Even though they are probably about 20 yards away, James and Andrea see a smile creep onto her face. He steps behind her and kisses the side of her neck and down her shoulder. She is wearing a bikini with a sheer sarong over it. He reaches up and unties the bow holding it closed in the front and it drapes open revealing her skin and her swimsuit. He runs his hand from her hip up the side of her rib cage to her breast where he slides up the cup of her bikini top and cups her breast in his hand and pinches her nipple with his thumb and index finger, all the while kissing her neck and shoulders. She moans with enjoyment.

"This is so fucking hot," Andrea says, much to James' surprise.

He pulls her swimsuit top back over her breast and gives her one final kiss on the cheek and turns to them and yells, "All right mates, you're up!"

"Is this getting out of hand?" James asks.

"No, this is getting good." Andrea replies. "I told you I'm not vanilla."

James steps behind Andrea and kisses her neck, just like the Aussies did. James slides his left hand up Andrea's side and finds his way to her left breast and squeezes. Then he hesitates for just a second. "Do it." Andrea says. He un-cups her breast from her top and holds it in his hand, pinching her nipple, like the Aussies did. Then he slides his right hand down her hip and then around to the front of her lower tummy to the top of her thong.

"Do it." Andrea says again. James slides his hand down into her thong and fingers her clit inside her swimsuit. As Andrea moans with enjoyment, She reaches behind with her left hand and finds the crotch of James swim trunks, and begins to rub his obviously hard cock, up and down, over the swimsuit. This only lasts for a brief few seconds until she reaches up and adeptly unties the drawstring of his swimtrunks, and slides her hand down inside.

Suddenly we hear a sharp whistle followed by, "Oy, mate, save a bit for later. We've got some catching up to do over here."

James and Andrea break the spell they had over each other in that moment and remember where they are. They stop and have their turn to watch. The Aussie woman turns to face her man. She begins kissing his neck. She raises his arms up and slips his shirt up over his head and removes it. She runs her hands down his arms as she kisses her way down his chest and abs. She puts a cushion on the ground and kneels in front of him and unties the drawstring to his swimtrunks. She wiggles them down slowly, until his fully hard cock pops up out of them just as the waistband slides down past the end of his dick. She grabs a hold down near the base with her right hand and licks from the top of his ball sack all the way up the underside of his cock slowly, like licking a popsicle. When she gets to the end, she swirls the tip of her tongue in his hole to gather the drops of precum that had formed there. She takes the head of his cock into her mouth, tightens her lips around the shaft, and slowly slides down taking it deeper and deeper in her mouth, and then eventually her throat. Her lips slide all the way down to where her right hand is still grasping the base of the shaft. She continues, slowly and gradually increasing the pace, with full long deep strokes.

The man is looking across at them, more so Andrea than James. He points to Andrea, then sweeps his pointing gesture from her across to James, and then closes his hand and mimes a movement of stroking a cock. They know what he means. She grabs the waistband of his swimsuit. Instead of wiggling it down slowly as the other woman had, Andrea yanks it down quickly all the way to the ground. James stepped out of it and kicked it to the side with one foot. Andrea holds out her palm. James knows what this means. He spits into her hand voluminously, and she cups her hand so as not to drop any of it. She lowers her spit-filled hand to the underside of his hard cock and wraps her hand around the shaft and spreads the spit all over it. She begins stroking, slowly at first. They glance back over and by this point the woman has reached behind him, cupping his ass cheeks in her hands, slamming her face into his crotch roughly, pushing his cock to the full depth of her throat with each abrupt head jerk movement. He is trying to keep his eyes on James and Andrea but is having difficulty. It is clear he is approaching an orgasm. James says, "How far do you want to take this? Are you ready to outdo that?"

"Fuck yes," is Andrea's reply.

"Wait, not yet!" James yells. "We have more for you!"

They stop, and rise to watch. Andrea steps toward the balcony rail, and James moves behind her and unfastens her bikini top, allowing it to fall from her breasts to the floor. He slides his hands down her arms, then down her side to her hips. With his thumbs, he hooks the top of her bikini bottoms and slowly, unlike how she did his, slips them to the ground. She steps out of them and kicks them to the side. With his left hand on her hip and his right hand on the top of her right shoulder he gives her a gentle nudge to lean forward. She grabs a hold of the railing, she knows what's fixing to happen. He runs his right hand from her shoulder down the center of her back and then down her ass crack. He turns his hand over and reaches beneath her, cupping her mound with his palm. He can feel the wetness oozing out of her. He slides his hand back just slightly and slips his middle finger between her lips to massage her clit once again. After a few more moments of fingering, he steps in close behind her and slides his cock between her legs, rubbing her clit with the head of his dick. As her arousal progresses, he pulls back a little, finds her entrance, and slowly and carefully makes his way inside. He dedicates a full 15 seconds to patiently, centimeter by centimeter, making his way to the deepest part of her. He hears her abrupt squeaky moan that says, 'That's far enough.'

"Alright, babe, show them how you like it." he says. Holding the rail for stability, she rocks back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her, knowing exactly how fast and how far she wants it to go. She builds him up, and as she recognizes his cues that he is soon to cum, she gives him a few more clenching strokes and then slips off the end of his cock. She slides back, now guiding him forward between her thighs once again to run his shaft between her lips to her special button. After just a few more strokes in this manner, they cum together.

Their spectators are in awe. The man says, "That was awesome! Your cum shot straight out the front, clear past the railing! I watched it fall seven stories."

James and Andrea giggle. "See if you can do it too!" James yells.

"Right!" he replies. He sits down on the front edge of his lounge chair, which he has scooted up close to the railing, and lies back on it. She lowers her swim bottoms to the floor, and climbs on top of him, and rides him roughly. They hold each other's hands, fingers interlocked. They are both moaning loudly enough for us to hear them across the distance. After a few moments, he says, "Now!" She rises off of him and turns around quickly to grab his cock and aim it towards the edge. He squirts 4 rather large bursts of cum past the edge of the balcony to the pool and cabana below. Once he is finished, she climbs aboard him in a 69, and sucks his dick clean. Meanwhile, she has smothered his face between her thighs.

"Look familiar?" Andrea asks.

"Not really," James responds. "I don't see it from the outside perspective like this. All I can see is your hot red bush, and all I can hear is your muffled moans and the pulse of your femoral arteries."

The Aussie clearly knows what he's doing downtown as well, as he licks her to a quite boisterous orgasm.

"Now THAT was awesome," James yelled across. "I'd hate to be down in the pool right now." They all laugh. Not knowing what to do next, they all kind of awkwardly look around at each other, still catching their breath from the excitement, until the man exclaims, " 'ang on, I'll be right back." Disappearing inside their room, his wife looks as confused as James and Andrea about what he could be doing, but he quickly returns with a football. He picks up his wife's thong off the balcony and wraps it around the ball. "Here, catch!" he yelled as he threw the ball across to James. It wasn't the best throw of a football he'd ever seen, but it made it across, and he caught it. He probably had little experience throwing an American football, being an Aussie. "Keep 'Em!" he said. "To remember us by!"

"As if we would ever forget this!" James responded. "Wait, I've got something for y'all too..." He ran inside and grabbed a sharpie. When he returned, he wrote "J & A Hawaii, 2026" on the football. James picks up Andrea's thong and wraps it around the ball, like the Aussie had. James throws it back across. The man nervously tracks the ball through the air and, after a couple of bobbles, secures the catch. He takes the thong off the ball and hands it to his wife, who holds it up and looks at it, then holds in front of herself, sizing it up. Then she sexily turns around, bends down deeply, steps into the thong, and slowly pulls it up. He reads the ball and yells, "Thanks J & A! T & R here. Nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet y'all as well!" James answers.

"You gonna put on her thong?" James said to Andrea. It was navy blue, and actually pretty well matched the orange top she had.

"I don't know. Should I?"

"She's wearing yours. I think it would be hot, but no pressure. Everybody has their line. You've already gone miles past your old line today."

"I think I might wear it after washing it. All this stuff we did was just visual, but this.... This is physical contact."

"I get it. And you're right. This is different. Are you upset that I gave yours away?"

"Well, it was brand new... so yeah, a little, but under the circumstances, I think they earned it."

They looked across, and their new 'friends' had already gone back inside. The thought occurred to Andrea that she had just shared an intimate moment with these people, and she may never see them again. It was only about 10 minutes ago that they were watching each other cum over balconies. And she hadn't yet decided how that sat with her.

.................................

James was still aglow over an hour later. By now they've dried off and gotten into some sleep attire. They hadn't spoken much since. Not that anything was wrong; more like in a state of shock, both wandering around in their own minds, swimming through all the experiences they've had this incredibly eventful day. This was the most erotic thing Andrea had ever done in her life, and probably James as well. As Andrea vacillated more about it, she theorized that the Aussie couple were just like her and James. They looked to be around the same age. They were both reasonably fit like she and James were. They probably had kids of their own back home. Andrea had now decided not to pursue meeting them: it's best to just let it be, and store it away with the memories. There is too much at stake, too much could go wrong, and it felt greedy to try and advance the situation, and get more out of it.

"How do you feel about the probability that we will never see them again?" Andrea asked.

"Hmmm. I haven't thought about it. I guess I subconsciously assumed that would be the case. Why? Does it bother you?"

"It did a little bit, but I'm over it. It's for the best I think. I mean, it's not like we can carry on a real friendship with them anyway. They live on a different continent. And considering the circumstance of our first meeting I don't know if there's anything we could do together in the future that could live up to it. If anything, I think it might put pressure on all of us to up the stakes."

"I think you're right. You're so insightful. You never cease to amaze me. As much fun as it seems I was having on the outside, I was still a little worried on the inside that you might come away with regret."

"No, I don't regret it, but I do feel like we went too far too fast. But it was me and you together, so I wasn't scared. I definitely was super turned on and enjoying everything, but under the surface I was managing stress."

"I couldn't tell. If you were feeling stressed, you managed the shit out of it."

Andrea chuckles. After a pause, "You know, I'm imagining that they're over there right now, in their room, sitting on their bed, talking about it just like we are."

"I wonder if he loves her as much as I love you."

"You're so sweet. I love you too. It makes me feel good about the situation to think of them as the Australian version of us. Like our counterparts. I don't know why."

"I can see that. It's interesting. But let's be done talking about T & R for tonight. I am absolutely exhausted. How about you?"

"Totally. Remember earlier this afternoon when we thought we might just come up here after our early dinner and just crash for the night?"

"Seems like hours ago. Let's do it. Let's actually go to bed."

"I'm way ahead of you." Andrea said, having already slid under the covers.

James walks over to turn off the light. He looks across and sees that their light is still on. He walks to the refrigerator, takes out a bottle of water, and has a few sips. As he walks back over to the bed, he glances out the window again and sees that their light is now off too. 'Good night T&R,' he thinks to himself as he lies down next to the most wonderful woman he could ever hope to know. As he slips into bed, he feels that Andrea has a slight shiver, and is using every scrap of the available bedding to cover with. "Cold?" he says.

"A little."

"I'll warm you up."

He snuggles close to her as the big spoon, wrapping his top arm around her to hold her tight against him. She lets out a long comforting sigh, and her shivering ceases. Before they even have enough time to think of one more thing to say to each other, they are both fast asleep.

Day 2

They rise earlier than expected the next day. They had planned on sleeping late and trying to acclimate to island time. As exhausted as they were from the previous long day of travel and 'activities', they woke up surprisingly refreshed by 0900 Hawaii time. They decided to get breakfast at the diner across the street from the hotel. It had great reviews, and honestly, it was the only place within walking distance. When they arrived, the place was packed, like Cracker Barrel on Sunday after church. They put their names on the wait list, and stepped outside to get some breathing room.

After about 15 minutes, they hear the hostess call out, "Olson, party of 2; Mason party of 2!"

" Hi, We're the Olsons." James said.

Another couple approached. A young couple, probably mid twenties. "And we're the Masons." the young man said.

"That's the first time we've ever referred to ourselves that way." his young bride said. "I like the sound of it."

"Alright, folks," the hostess begins, "As you can see we've got a packed house, and plenty more folks waiting. We wanted to ask if y'all would be ok sharing a booth?"

James and Andrea look at the young couple. "Fine with me." he says.              

"Ooh this sounds kind of fun- Sitting with another couple," the young woman says. "And I don't want to wait any longer."

"Sure," the young man replies to the hostess, wanting to acquiesce to his young bride's desires.

The hostess leads them to a booth where James and Andrea sit on one side, with the youngsters on the other.

"Well, we are Kurt and Mary Mason. We're on our honeymoon, if you can't tell."

"Oh, we can tell. It's all good. Enjoy every minute. I am James Olson, and this is my wife Andrea."

"Pleased to meet you both."

Pleasantries and smalltalk ensue, and James and Andrea find this young couple to be about 90% cute and charming, and 10% saccharine and annoying. Their server pours coffees and juices and takes down orders, and everyone is satiated for the moment.

"So what brings you guys to the island?" Mary asks. While Kurt is not a shy quiet type, Mary is clearly the more dominant personality between them.

"Well, we've been before, but for shorter trips, to only one island each time, and with our kids." James explains. "This time it's a whole different story. We've got 3 weeks, we're going to see all the islands, and it's just us this time."

"Oh my God, that sounds wonderful!" Mary proclaims. "Who did you leave your kids with, their grandparents?"

"We left them by themselves. They are 23 and 19."

"Oh, wow. You guys look much too young to have grown adult kids. That would mean that you guys are probably close to my parents' age."

"Well, we don't need to put a number on it, but yeah, probably."

"See, I just love that for you guys." Mary states. "My parents barely want anything to do with each other anymore. But you guys are clearly still in love."

"Mar, go easy, baby." Kurt says. "Not everybody is as open to talk about personal issues as you are."

"No, it's fine," Andrea interjects. "We appreciate the sentiment."

"Yeah, and actually y'all are not even the first people to tell us that on this trip, and we've only been here a day." James adds.

"You two look like you're off to a strong start," Andrea continues, "How are you enjoying Hawaii so far?"

"It's beautiful; We love it. Right, Kurt?"

"Well it's only our second day here. And yeah, it's beautiful and all, but I think I just have bad luck when I travel."

"Really? What happened?" Andrea asks.

"It's kind of stupid; you'll think it's petty."

"Come on," James asserts, "Just tell us. We won't judge. I'm curious to know what could be so bad in such a great place."

"A seagull or some other bird shit on my favorite hat."

"Is it ruined?"

"I don't know. I've had bird shit on a hat before and it came off real easy. But not this stuff. This bird must have had some kind of problem."

James looks uneasy. "Umn.... Where and when did this happen?"

"Just last night, over by the pool. We're staying right across the street."

Andrea begins to blush, and James can't hide his snicker.

"See, I know it's dumb, but it was my favorite hat. My dad got me that hat at the first Aggie game he ever took me to."

"No, it's not dumb at all. In fact, I think we can help. May I see the hat?" James says. "Andrea, you know how to get 'this' out, right?"

"Um, yes. I have some experience with that." Andrea sheepishly answers. "Give me half an hour and I'll have it good as new for you."

"Really? You guys are the best! I'm so glad we met you."

"Hey, it's the least we can do. You gotta give back when you can. What room are y'all in so we can bring it by to you?"

"We're in 613. It's a corner room with a great view."

"Great sounds, too." Mary giggles. "Yesterday afternoon one of the rooms near us left their patio door open, and they were really going at it. We heard everything."

"Mar!" Kurt was a little embarrassed.

"What, we're all adults here," she continued, "It actually got us a little worked up, and we had a little fun of our own."

"Oh my God, Mar, please stop." Kurt was turning bright red.

James checked to see if Andrea was too, and surprisingly, she had a very sexy smirk.

"You know what guys?" Andrea primed, "We heard them too, from our room."

"Really?" Mary asked. "What room are y'all in?"

Andrea smirks harder. She looks at James, who for the first time ever, looks nervous to hear what she's about to say.

"We are in 713. We had our patio door wide open, so of course we also heard all the noise those animals were making. It sounded like they had a really, REALLY good time."

James squirms a little, and Kurt catches on, looking back and forth between James and Andrea.

"713! That's right above us!" Mary exclaimed. "And you had your door open? So you probably heard them louder than we did."

"Oh, yeah, we sure did." Andrea's look of satisfaction has turned James on, and he begins to get hard. Under the table, he guides Andrea's hand over to his bulge.

Kurt gives a shy grin. "Well, it was really nice meeting you guys, and thanks for taking care of my hat."

"You can come by our room later and pick it up, but just don't come between 2 and 3; we'll be busy." Andrea squeezes James' cock under the table and he lets out the tiniest nearly inaudible yelp. Andrea is having so much fun with this young man, and James is loving it. Kurt meanwhile is trying to usher his innocent young wife towards the door.

"Thanks again, and I'll be by later, just not between 2 and 3."

"Right. 'Cause we'll be, uhm, busy. Very busy...." Andrea restates. "Hey Mary! Do you think we might hear those people again today?" Andrea provokes.

"Probably. They really sounded like perverts. They probably do it all the time, every day."

"I think you might be right. Bye!" Andrea was grinning ear to ear. James had developed a newfound respect for this side of her.

"I didn't know you had this in you."

"Well, now you do. I told you I'm not vanilla."

"I'm sorry I ever questioned. You just keep on raising the stakes, and now I feel like I have to catch up." James slides his hand up her skirt, up her thigh, up to the middle, and gave her a little crotch tickle.

"Right here? In this restaurant?"

"Only if you want to..."

"I think I do. Ok, smooth talker, go for it."

James scoots her panties to the side with his right hand and takes a sip of his coffee with his left hand, cool and nonchalant as can be. He keeps direct eye contact with Andrea. She is quite juicy already so it was very easy to slip his middle finger between her lips straight to the hotspot. James finishes his cup. He scans the room for their server, locates her and gestures for a coffee refill. "Coming right up, sugar." is the response. Andrea is now starting to breathe a little more rapidly.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks.

"No please don't," she mutters.

"Then you have to settle down or you'll give us away."

The server approaches. "Here ya go, hun." James holds up his cup, warmly greeting the kind and hospitable server, holding her gaze on him instead of Andrea, who is struggling to be still. As she pours, "Is there anything else I can get for y'all?"

"No, thanks, just the check please. Did our young friends pay their check before they left in a hurry?

"That young man laid some cash on the front counter on his way out the door, but it didn't cover his whole bill. I don't know what was going on with those two, but they sure were in a hurry to get out of here."

"Put the remainder of their bill on my check, please."

Andrea is struggling to maintain composure as James has been subtly stroking her clit the whole time he's been conversing with this server.

"And I know why they left so abruptly. See, they were newlyweds, and the young woman has just learned that she is ovulating, and since they are trying for a baby, well, she became quite aroused, and one thing led to another, and off they went."

"Ah, to be that young again." the server lamented.

"Oh, I don't know. Middle age has its perks too, right Honey?"

Andrea, looking as though she's about to have a seizure, replies curtly, with the fakest smile, simply, "Right."

"I'll be right back with your check, sir."

As she walked away, Andrea closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and gave a long, slow, nearly silent exhale. She clenched her thighs on James' hand and he could feel her pelvic pulsations. After an eternity of seconds, she relaxed and released his hand.

"You are cruel, mister."

"You seem ok now," James said sarcastically. "Was there a problem?"

"Was that fun for you?"

"Oh absolutely. As fun as it was for you to torment that poor kid earlier."

"Are we bad people?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as I have you and you have me. We'll be just fine together."

...........................

Back on their balcony, they relaxed in lounge chairs, staring out at the big blue Pacific ocean, sipping a couple of overpriced roomservice cocktails. James glanced across to see that their Aussie friends had moved on, as housekeeping was in the room now, performing their duties.

"We're only on day two of our trip, and we've already met and superficially befriended 3 other couples, all of whom seem to think we've got it made. What are we putting out there that people are seeing to think this?"

"I don't know." Andrea answers. "Maybe we're just ourselves, and we're comfortable with our real selves and each other. People seem to think we make it look effortless, but I don't know how."

After a moment of reflection, Andrea continues, "I've never believed in the whole 'soulmate' thing because it's just too perfect and neat, but now I'm starting to think that soulmates are not people who have no problems or conflicts, but people who can work out their problems and conflicts to positive resolutions."

"Yeah, I see what you mean. The ideal person is the one that you can listen to and understand, and tell anything to, and sacrifice for, and truly share personal victories and losses with. It's not some made up person who never disagrees with you."

"Maybe we are soulmates."

"Maybe, but I don't want to put a label on it. I'd rather just think of it as 'me and you against the world'. We're all that matters. Everyone else is just noise."

"Us against the world, huh? It sounds romantic on the surface, but I need more than just 'us', and I mean no criticism towards you. You're my rock and the most influential person in my life, but I need our kids, family, and friends."

" Of course, I didn't mean to exclude them. I just mean that we shouldn't let anyone come between us."

"Agreed. Hey, come with me. It's time for something else." Andrea leads him by the hand inside, and then into the bathroom where the Jacuzzi tub had been filling and was nearly full.

"When did you turn the water on? This thing takes about half an hour to fill up "

"When you went to the door to get our drinks. I love soaking in a Jacuzzi, and the only thing that makes it better is having you with me."

"Well, let's go get in."

"I really want to," Andrea says playfully, "but this shirt is so tight, I could barely put it on. I think I need you to peel it off of me."

"Ok, I guess I can do that." James says. He raises her arms over her head and then grabs the shirt tail at her hips and slowly pulls up. "God damn, you weren't kidding," he said, struggling to get the tight fitting shirt up over her ample bosom. Once he gets the shirt just high enough, her full heavy breasts fall out of the shirt, bouncing to his satisfaction. Soon he has the prison of a shirt up over her face, holding her arms up high, as in surrender to his will for the moment. He can't help himself. He pulls her in close and takes her left nipple between his lips, kissing and then sucking.

"Hey, I'm stuck here!"

"I know, and I'm taking advantage of you."

"You are such a child." she laments.

He moves to kiss and suck her other nipple, running his hands down her uncovered back to the waistline of the short, tight, denim shorts she's wearing. His fingers trace the edge of the shorts around her waist from back to front arriving at the button, unbuttoning and unzipping them.

"Hey, can you finish what you start before moving on to something else?" she asks.

"Of course," he says. He continues to pull the shirt up until now only her mouth and chin are exposed through the neck hole of the shirt. He kisses her on the lips. She does not flinch; she leans in and kisses him back, just as passionately.

"How did you know I was fixing to kiss you?" He asked, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"I can see you. This fabric is kind of see-through, and you know this. You even commented on being able to see my nipples earlier."

"Oh yeah, that's right. I knew there was another reason I really like this shirt. But damn, I wanted to surprise you."

"You'll get your chance I'm sure. Now get this damn shirt off of me already!"

"Yes ma'am!" He pulls the shirt up and over, finally completely removing it. " Need help with the shorts too?"

"No thanks, I got these. Why am I always getting undressed before you? Get those shorts off mister!" Andrea is legitimately impressed by how quickly James can go from fully clothed to completely naked.

"Beat ya, and you had a head start too."

"It's not a race."

"Not a close one anyway."

"I'm going to have this Jacuzzi bath to myself and make you stand in the shower if you don't behave."

"I will be on my best behavior henceforth."

"Well, you don't have to be on your absolute best behavior. You could still be a little bit bad."

"I read you loud and clear. Let's get in!"

James climbs in first and takes his position in the tub with his back to the jets in the side. Andrea takes a seat in front of him between his legs, reclining back into the water and resting her head on his chest. The tops of Andrea's breasts and her nipples are just about perfectly even with the water line. James can't help himself, and his hands wander from her shoulders slowly down her chest until he's cupping her breasts in his hands.

"Is sex all you ever think about?" Andrea asks.

"Yeah, why?"

"I know I sounded like I was joking, but I'm actually asking seriously now."

"No it's not all I ever think of, but to be honest, it does take up a whole lot of real estate in my mind."

"Why do you think that is?"

"I don't know. Probably because I'm a man."

"I don't think that's all there is to it. You've been kind of hypersexual our entire relationship. And to be honest, there have been some times when it caused problems."

"I know. I know that I have made you feel objectified, and I know how I've been critical and impatient, and even made you feel broken, for not being as sexual as me. I'm sorry. This is one of the things I'm working on."

"I'm sorry too. I know there've been times when I made you feel like a pervert or a degenerate, like there was something wrong with you, just because you have a higher sex drive than I do. This is something I'm working on too."

"We're quite the mismatch aren't we?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is I will do anything for you, and you would do anything for me. It's still me and you."

"Yep, me and you forever."

After a few moments... "Is that you dick? Are you hard? I feel it on my back."

"Of course I'm fucking hard. I'm in a hot tub with a hot naked woman with my hands on her tits. What do you expect?"

"Good point. I guess it would be problematic if you weren't hard right now "

"Damn straight. No pun intended."

"Well, we have to re-situate ourselves 'cause your dick in my back isn't comfortable. Let's trade places."

"Ok"

She scoots forward so he can stand up. Then she scoots back to the jets and he sits in front of her, and leans his head back on her chest. She wraps her legs around him, placing her feet just inside his thighs, and rests her arms down over his broad shoulders, and teases his chest hair,

"I gotta say, your boobs make better pillows than the back side of this tub did."

"I'm just fine with it. I'm not tall enough for my head to go up above the side anyway."

"I love it this way. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love holding you, but sometimes I just want to be held."

"I will always hold you when you want it."

"Same for you."

James and Andrea relax in the tub in the comfort of each other's touch until they have both dozed off a bit, only to be woken by the timeout of the Jacuzzi jets automatically shutting off.

"Damn, I passed out," James said.

"Me too. The water's cold now. Let's get out."

They get out and dry off with their towels. Andrea towel dries her hair while James roughly dries his crotch.

"I can't believe that doesn't hurt you," Andrea scoffs.

"It would if you did it." James replies.

"How?"

"I don't know. You know how you can't tickle yourself, only someone else can? It's kind of like that."

"All I can say is you better not handle me that roughly down there if you want to be invited back."

"What? I've seen you wipe your pussy harder than this. Do you think it just doesn't hurt when you do it to yourself?"

"I guess so."

"You know I would never do you that way... unless you asked me to."

"Ask you to what?"

"You know, get a little rough. Maybe some spanking or some light slaps."

"I don't think so mister."

"You might like it. When done correctly, there's no real injury, only a light stinging that feels intense for a few seconds and then fades away."

"Is this the kind of stuff you're into?"

"I don't know. Just sounds kind of interesting."

"Do you want to do this to me, or for me to do this to you?"

"Both,"

"Wow. Still learning new things about you. What if it's done 'incorrectly'? Sounds like someone could get hurt."

"It's a risk, but that's part of the excitement. And part of the trust."

"I don't know about this stuff. Let's table this for another time. Something like that would be down the road a ways."

"Babe, don't stress. I'm not asking for this now. This is not something I need. I just thought it could be kind of exciting. If it's not for you, that's ok."

"I'm not saying 'never'. I just want to learn more and have more time to think about these things."

"That's totally fair, and I support it."

"Let's go to bed. We've got that tour tomorrow morning so we can't sleep in."

Andrea slips into her favorite comfy night gown, and James slides on his pajama shorts. He turns off the lights.

"I was thinking about what you said earlier," Andrea said, "about me holding you. Well, you're always the big spoon, wrapping me up. How 'bout tonight I hold you?"

"I would like that."

"Well, come here then." Andrea stacks both pillows behind her and reclines back on them. James cuddles up to her resting his head on her chest just above her left breast and below her shoulder. He lays his left arm across her stomach and his left leg across her left leg. She wraps her arms around him. He is soon asleep as she lay thinking about all the things he's told her he wants. She can't help but be concerned. 'Can I ever satisfy this man's desires?' she asks herself. She loves the great sex that they have, but this is what she really wants: a man to hold her and be held by her. A man to make her feel safe and cherished. He's been so patient and understanding as she has been branching out sexually, but she still fears she will never satisfy him. 'Don't get ahead of yourself; take it one day at a time,' she reminds herself. They've both been focusing on enjoying the good times when they're in them, and this vacation is something they've both been looking forward to for a long time. She's not going to let negativity and doubts ruin her peace or her enjoyment. She looks down at this man on her chest, this 6'3" 210lb sexy and powerful specimen of a man, compared to her 5'2" frame, and sees him as a sleeping baby, gentle and precious, and she knows he would never hurt her. He may drool down her cleavage while sleeping, but he wouldn't hurt her. Her mind rests easy, and soon she joins him in peaceful slumber.

Day 3

Andrea slowly opened her eyes, still groggy from the heavy, sound sleep of last night, to see that the dark of night was receding and morning light was creeping into their room. Being on the west side of the building, the sun's rays were not shining directly into their window, but as she looked toward it, she could see that the day was soon to begin as they lay sleeping. She recalled having fallen asleep last night with her arms around James, him snuggled to her breast, but now they had returned to the familiar sleeping arrangement of her as the little spoon with him behind her. She felt the familiar feelings of his slow deep breaths on the back of her neck and his abdomen pressing into her lower back as he breathed in and out. She also felt the familiar sensation of his morning erection pressing against her ass. This is a feeling she rather enjoyed, and similar to her inability to fathom James's pleasure in suckling her nipples like a baby, she likewise could not understand the origin or rationale for this enjoyment of hers. She just knew that as she lay there with James's hard cock ready for action, mere inches away from her womanhood, her wetness was growing by the second. She recalled the previous evening James had mentioned his desire to 'surprise her'. Well, she's got a surprise for him.

She slowly and carefully slips her panties down until they're low enough that she can smoothly shimmy out of them and kick them off onto the floor without disturbing James. Now for the more difficult part- she must free James's penis from its pajama prison without him waking. James has a slight lean to the left, so she reaches behind her and pinches the left hem of his pajama shorts and slides it up until the head of his cock peeks out from them. Here's the hardest part: if this last movement doesn't wake him, she knows she'll be in the clear to complete the rest of the process. She tenderly and sensitively picks up his cock and bends it outward away from his body towards her and lays it between her thighs just at her entrance. She is utterly amazed that he has not roused through any of this. He seems to be comatose, he is sleeping so hard. Now for the moment of truth.... She slides back and slowly slips him into her until he has reached maximum depth that she can bear. Then she lies still for several moments, savoring the feeling of fullness. 'Oh my god, I can't believe he is still asleep!' she thinks to herself.

When she first decided to do this, she was sure he would have awoken by now and become a full participant, but now she's really intrigued as to how far she can take it without him actually waking. She rocks back and forth, sliding him in and out to her preferred stroke length. She has now added her own fingering action up front to speed the process along. As the feeling builds, she increases her pace, still operating under smooth control and avoiding abrupt movements. As her breathing rate intensifies, she notices that James's has too. 'Is he faking sleep and just playing along?' she wonders to herself. It doesn't matter now; she doesn't care. She's fixing to cum. She tries to control her breathing and noise as she peaks, but can't control her vaginal contractions. This seems to be the last thing James needed to cum as well, and she feels her insides fill with his seed. As she lay basking in the afterglow, she peaks over her shoulder to see James's still sleeping face. She wishes her phone was within convenient reach so she could take a picture of his silly orgasm face in which he seems to be stuck. A copious amount of drool saturates the pillow sham beneath his smushed cheek. His erection gone, his soft penis slips out of her followed by a large glob of cum landing on the sheet next to him. Andrea recalls former years where this man had accused her of being plain vanilla and sexually uninspired. Now she feels victorious and vindicated. This is a sexual achievement that she may share with him some day, but for now, will keep to herself for as long as she can. Feeling particularly satisfied with herself and her own performance with very little contribution from James, aside from his inspiring member, she relaxes until she is able to actually fall back into a light sleep.

........................

James awakens to his alarm at 0715, and feels as if he's had the best sleep of his life, but he also feels something odd. He raises the covers to discover that he's had a wet dream, and there's cum on the bed. 'What the fuck!? I haven't had a wet dream since high school!' he recalls. "Andrea, baby, wake up, but don't roll over this way."

Sleepily, "Why? What's up?"

"It's kind of embarrassing, but something happened last night."

"What?"

"I think I had a wet dream."

"Really?"

"Yeah, there's cum on the sheets."

"Oh my god," she giggles. "I'm sorry, it's not funny."

"Nah, it's OK. I guess it kind of is. We're all chasing the fountain of youth; I guess I overshot and went all the way back into puberty."

"I'll help clean it up."

"No, babe, you don't have to. It's not your mess to clean. Did you get any on you?"

"I don't think so...."

"Wait, why don't you have any underwear on?" He sees her panties on the floor. "Why did you take your panties off?"

"I was hot."

"Wait, you were hot?..... So you took your panties off?

"My pussy was hot."

"What's going on? Tell me the truth."

"Well, I woke up earlier, and you had a boner, and I was horny, so...."

"Did you fuck me while I was sleeping?"

"Um, maybe."

James rubs his dick and then smells his hand. "You did!" Dumbfounded, "Babe, that's....... that's awesome! And that's why there's cum on the bed?

"Yeah. Are you upset?"

"Upset? Hell no, I'm impressed! How did I not wake up?"

"I don't know. I thought you would at any moment, but you didn't so I just kept going."

"And you made me cum in my sleep? Did you cum?"

"Oh, yeah. Pretty good one. I told you, I'm not vanilla."

"Holy shit, you surprise the fuck out of me."

"Well, last night you said you wanted to surprise me, so I just decided to surprise you instead."

"Well, you did. And I am very happy."

"I have one more thing to tell you."

"What is it?"

"If I hadn't fucked it up and left my panties on the floor, I wasn't gonna tell you. I was gonna let you think it was a wet dream, and just keep it to myself. Does that bother you?"

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I felt guilty. I was going to lie to you."

Ruminating, "Ah, don't beat yourself up. First of all, you came clean, no pun intended. And second, there's way worse things to lie about. So you had a little private fun and wanted to keep the experience to yourself instead of sharing it. I'm not bothered by that. I'm still just so damn impressed that you pulled it off."

"You're really not mad?"

"I'm really not, but as your punishment for your dishonesty, you should clean up the cum."

"Okay, that's fair." Hugging him, "I love you."

"And I love you. You hungry? We've got enough time to grab a bite in the lobby before the coffee tour."

"Yeah, that sounds good. Let's get ready."

They each select their outfits for the day, and then dress into them. They stand side by side at the bathroom sink brushing their teeth together.

"You're really not upset with me for what I did?" Andrea asks.

"You mean the sex or the lying?"

"The sex."

"No, I'm really not, but I think I understand why you're having a hard time accepting it. I think it's because if the roles were reversed, and I did that to you, you would be through the roof livid."

"Well, yeah. I mean, technically, I violated you. I basically ra-"

"STOP! Don't even finish that sentence. If you violated me, then how come I don't feel violated?"

Andrea shrugs.

He sets his toothbrush down, spits, then turns to face her. "Baby, my body is yours. And I don't mean metaphorically. I mean my body literally belongs to you. My arms are yours to hold you or massage you whenever you want. My lips are yours, to kiss whenever you want, and wherever you want for that matter. My legs are yours to carry you if you ever need me to. My voice is yours to speak up for you if you ever can't speak for yourself. And even my dick is yours, to fuck or suck or just play with or look at anytime you want. I promise I will always give myself to you. Am I clear?"

"How can you promise something like that?"

"You don't only make promises that you already know you can keep. Sometimes you make a promise, and then you have to make yourself keep it."

Andrea, thoughtfully, solemnly, "What if I can't give you back what you give to me?"

"We're not keeping a tally here. This is effort-based. We give everything we can, no more, no less."

"Ok"

"Are we good?"

"Yeah, we're good."

"Alright, let's go eat."

.................................

The tour and tasting at the Coffee plantation was interesting and enjoyable, but it left James and Andrea craving something a little more active and exciting. Fortunately, tomorrow, they have an ATV ride scheduled. They returned to the hotel, and enjoyed an afternoon at the beach, swimming and relaxing in the ocean breeze. Andrea had washed her 'new' navy blue thong to go with her orange bikini top and it looked just as sexy on her as her original did. After a few hours in the Hawaiian sun, they headed upstairs to clean up for dinner. They entered their room and went straight to the balcony to hit the lounge chairs once again while their swimsuits dry.

"I really love it here," said James.

"What's not to love?" Andrea replied. "Amazing climate, beautiful scenery, nice people."

"I think I could live here."

"Really? Vacationing is one thing, but living here fulltime would have its challenges."

"I know everything's expensive, and there's no pro sports teams, and you get island fever, and I know all the drawbacks. But I think I could make those sacrifices and assimilate into the island lifestyle. Do you think we could retire here?"

"I don't know if I could live that far away from Kelly and Iris. You remember what it was like being a young adult starting out. You have no cash and you still ultimately rely on your parents for a lot of guidance and assistance. And it's even harder for youngsters nowadays. I want to be there for our kids."

"I do too, and you're right. I just like to fantasize. There I was going 90 again."

"I love that about you. You have a big imagination and big ideas, and I don't want to stifle or change you, but one of us has to keep us grounded in reality."

"I know you're right. You usually are. 90 is fun, but it's also dangerous. 60 gets us there safe and on time."

"I'm willing to be the 60 to your 90."

"And I'll be the 6 to your 9."

"Ha. Nice." Andrea hears a suspicious noise. "What was that? Did you hear that? Andrea gets up, walks to the edge of the balcony, and leans over just a little. "James, come over here!" Andrea whispers excitedly.

"What is it?"

"Can you hear them?"

"No. What do you hear?"

"I think our young friends below us are having a bit of fun right now."

"I can't hear anything."

"Get your hearing checked, old man. They're definitely fucking down there." Andrea snickers a little. "She is SO loud."

The next sound was that of their downstairs neighbor's sliding patio door opening, followed by the continuation of the previous sounds, now audible to all nearby.

"Oh, I can hear them now," James says. "Wow, she is really vocal."

"Yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, oh God, YES, don't stop, don't stop, YES, YES..." Mary exclaimed from the room below theirs. Kurt was just audible enough to determine that he was in fact present, but Mary was clearly the star of the show. "Oh god, Yeah, fuck me, fuck me, yeah, don't stop, oh god, fuck it harder, fuuuuuck!!"

"Show-offs." Andrea murmured. "I can't believe some people find that kind of thing sexy."

"Yeah, totally." replied James quietly.

Andrea looks at James's crotch. "Are you getting hard? Is this turning you on?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, they're fucking. Does she sound a little ridiculous? Yes, but fucking is fucking, and even when it's silly, it's still hot."

"Let me see."

"What?"

"Let me see your hard-on. I wanna know what this is doing for you."

"What? No, don't be silly."

"Hey! Remember what you said earlier? That's my dick, and I wanna see it, so whip it out."

"Yes, ma'am!" James drops his shorts to reveal his growing erection.

"Wow, not bad. Young Mary got you to about 3/4 hard. What'll it take to get you the rest of the way?"

"Well men are very visually stimulated, and all I've got right now is audio."

"Do you wanna find a way to see them somehow?"

"No, dummy, not them, you! I wanna see you."

"Oh, ok. I'll see what I can do." Andrea raises her t-shirt up to show her orange bikini top. She uses both palms to press her tits together, creating a massive cleavage crack. Then she abruptly removes her hands, and they bounce back down to their normal resting position. "Do you like to see my boobs bounce?" she asks James as she jiggles them up and down.

"Yes, yes I do."

"Well alright then. I'll show you more, but you've gotta show me something too."

"What else can I show you? I've already got my dick out."

"Stroke it for me. I wanna watch."

James spits in his hand, wraps it around his cock, and slowly strokes it all the way up and down. "Does it turn you on to watch me play with myself?"

"A little," Andrea replies, "but I mainly just want you to prove that you'll do whatever I ask. Now use your fingertip to wipe that precum off the end and then lick it off your finger."

James does as instructed. "Ok now you should do something for me, to be fair."

"What do you want?"

"First, I want you to lose that thong so that we're even."

"As you wish." Andrea stands, turns around, bends all the way over, and slowly lowers the thong strap from between her ass cheeks, then peels it down off of her mound, revealing her fiery bush and her fuschia labia. She stands, turns to face him, and drops the thong in his lap, right on top of his fist still stroking his cock. "Now what?"

"Now I want to see inside you."

"Really? How?"

"Sit on that lounger, recline back a little, spread your legs, then use your fingers to spread your lips. I want to see into you."

"Ok, it's a little weird, but I'll do it for you." She does exactly what he asked, and he begins masturbating faster.

"Finger yourself," he says next. She begins stroking her clit. "No, not like that. Well, I mean, you can keep doing that too, but put your finger as far into you as you can reach." She does. "Good. Now rub the inside of your vagina right at the end of where your middle finger can reach; that's your G-spot." Now she's using both hands to finger both places. James is groaning as he jerks his cock faster. Andrea begins to feel good sensations as well. They sit across from each other, just watching, sometimes staring at what the other is doing with their hands, sometimes into each other's eyes. James had a pretty good head start on Andrea and climaxes first. His ejaculation is aimed up and lands on his belly. Andrea cums immediately after watching James spooge onto his own stomach.

Breathless and weary, they look at each other and smile with satisfaction. Now that they have peaked, they are quickly reminded of what started this all. Mary was still at it, making Kurt work awfully hard.

"He's young," James states. "He's got stamina. He'll get there."

Sure enough, within a couple more minutes, Mary's intonation changes drastically, from her screechy high pitched exclamations, she swells into a deeper, earthier moan lasting several seconds, finally crescendoing before settling into slow panting. Kurt has worked hard, and now it's his turn. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh fuck, yes, aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh...."

"Oh my god, did you cum in me?" Mary is heard asking.

"I'm sorry, I forgot, I couldn't stop, I'm sorry," Kurt begs.

"Baby, it's ok. Cool down. It's gonna be ok. I'm probably not going to get pregnant, but if I do, we'll handle it. We were going to try for kids eventually anyway, right?"

"I know, but it's too soon."

"Hey, come what may, we'll make it work, together." Now addressing the voyeurs on the floor above, "I know you guys are up there, and I know you were listening. How did you like that?"

"Oh my god," Andrea whispers, "How did they know?"

James shrugs.

"It's ok," Mary yells, "We did this just for you guys!"

After a beat, "Thanks!" James responds without thinking. Andrea scowls at him.

"I bet you thought that was pretty funny the other day at the diner, didn't you?" Mary asks.

"Yeah, actually," James answers. "We're sorry. That wasn't very nice of us."

"It's ok. In hindsight, it was kind of funny," says Mary.

"And thanks for cleaning my hat, Mrs. Olson," Kurt adds.

"No problem," Andrea replies. "Well, this got weird, so we're gonna go inside now. Bye, y'all!"

"Bye, you guys. Maybe we'll see you around."

James and Andrea walk inside, close the patio door behind them, stop to look at each other, and laugh.

"Oh my god, he called me 'Mrs Olson'. We're so fucking old."

"No we're not. They're just young." James replies. "Now I have to clean this cum off my stomach before it dries in my happy trail." He heads into the bathroom to get a wet rag.

"Remember when we had to worry about that?" Andrea asks.

"About what?" says James, wiping his belly.

"About getting pregnant."

"God it's been so long. I've really got it made. I can cum in you all I want and we don't have to worry about it."

"Well, I still have to worry about it. I have to clean up afterwards, otherwise it dries up in my bush. And if you want me to keep this big bush for you, then it'd be nice if you acknowledge the effort it takes me to care for it."

"I do. And I love your big red bush, and I love you."

Sarcastically, "Aww, how sweet."

Day 4

Every morning James and Andrea have woken up on this trip, they've woken up feeling even better and happier than the day before. James is very carefree and able to leave behind his life and responsibilities back on the mainland. Andrea, however, no matter how much she is enjoying herself at any given moment, always has the big picture in the back of her mind.

Today, they're off on an adventure. They're going to ride some 4-wheelers up a mountainside trail to a hidden lagoon and waterfall. Most of the activities so far on the trip have been James's choices, but this one is Andrea's. She insisted, in fact, before the trip was even booked, that this be included. Today's the day she's been looking forward to since they arrived on the island.

As they arrived at the address listed for the location of the tour, they were surprised to see only one other car there. They got out and walked inside to find a lone employee manning the hut. A young Hawaiian man, probably about 25, arose to greet them as they entered.

"Aloha, you must be the Olsons."

"We are. James and Andrea."

"I'm Noa. Great to meet you, but I'm afraid we have some bad news. We've had to cancel the ride for today. I'm so sorry for your inconvenience."

"What? We booked this months ago!" Andrea blurted.

"We will be issuing you a full refund. No fees, since it was our cancellation. Or you can schedule another ride a couple days from now."

"We won't still be here a couple days from now," James states, clearly irritated.

"I'm really sorry you guys, but we have minimum group requirements to run the tour. If we don't take out at least 4 riders, we actually lose money; we can't cover costs. You two are the only ones who officially booked for today. We had another couple make a soft reservation, no money down, but they cancelled 30 minutes ago. I tried to call you, but I guess you were in a dead zone on your way here. I hope you can understand."

They step aside. "What are we gonna do now?" Andrea pleads to James.

"Let me talk to him and see if I can make him see reason." James says.

"Don't do anything crazy. I don't want our trip ruined by me having to bail you out of jail."

"Relax. Just wait over there please. Give me a minute to talk to him, man to man." James approaches Noa. "Look man, I understand your predicament. I really do. You've got a business to run, and you can't run it in the red. So answer me this: How much do you need to break even and not go in the hole?"

"4 riders at $300 each brings in $1200, but to just break even, we gotta clear at least a grand. 2 riders don't cut it."

"What about 2 riders at $550 each?"

"But our price is $300."

"I don't think you're catching my drift. What if we were to pay $550 each? Would you take us out? That beautiful woman over there has been looking forward to this since we landed. You'd be doing me a huge favor, and I'll give you great reviews on every platform. Plus, if she has a great time, there's a nice tip in it for you personally."

Noa thinks about it for a moment. He looks over at Andrea, then back to James. "For $550 each?..... Yeah, I'll take you out."

"Wonderful! Thank you!" He saunters back over to Andrea. "Tour's back on."

"Really? That's great! What did you say to him?"

"I just told him to look at you. I told him that if I let you down, I wouldn't be able to live with myself, and he took pity on me."

"That's sweet. It's bullshit, but sweet. You paid him off, didn't you?"

"Money talks."

James and Andrea follow Noa outside, pick up their helmets, and listen to the safety brief. Noa gives them each a small map of the trail. The ride out to the waterfall is expected to take about 45 minutes. He gives them both a brief lesson on how to control the ATV, and then they're off.

Noa leads the way as they ride single file down the narrow trail, taking in the beautiful Hawaiian flora. James has an even better view in front of him: Andrea's curvaceous ass on the seat of the ATV. Every time they cross a bump or rough spot, she jiggles and bounces, making him wish he was that lucky seat. They finally arrive at the lagoon, and stop for a break. Included in the tour's features is a picnic snack/lunch, provided by the host. Noa, however, believing the tour would be cancelled, did not prepare and bring the food.

James takes Noa aside to talk. "Hey, man, I'm not sweating it that you didn't bring the food, but it does give me an idea. How about you ride back and get it, and give us a little 'alone time' out here at the lagoon?"

"Oh,.... I get it. Yeah, I got you bra." Noa comes over to where Andrea is sitting and announces, "Hey, guys, I'm sorry I forgot the food, but if you want to chill here for a while, I can go back and get it and bring it back out."

"Oh, no, you don't need to do that. We'll be ok." Andrea says.

James, abruptly, "Babe, let the man go get the food. He's probably hungry too. I know I am."

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble?" Andrea is concerned.

"Nah, it's no problem. The tour advertises a picnic lunch, so I've gotta follow through on that." Noa gives James a sideways glance.

"Thanks," James silently mouths to Noa.

And off he goes, leaving them alone in the Hawaiian wilderness.

"Well, it's just me and you now." Andrea observes.

"Yup, just me and you." James replies. "What do you want to do now? We've got this beautiful spot all to ourselves for probably about an hour, maybe more, depending on how fast Noa rides when he's not guiding inexperienced tourists."

"I've ridden 4-wheelers before. Did you forget I grew up on a ranch in Texas?"

"How could I with that accent?"

"I have mostly lost it. What about you? I don't recall ever hearing about you riding one, except at my folks' place."

"I ride a motorcycle; it's not that different. But seriously, what do you want to do now?"

"Well I kind of want to go swimming. If I had known we were allowed to swim here, I would've brought my swimsuit."

"Well, then let's go swimming."

"What, just swim in my underwear?"

"You can swim in whatever you want, but I'll show you what I'm gonna wear." James begins to strip down. Finally, once he's down to just his drawers, he slips them off too.

"Are you serious? What if Noa comes back, or someone else shows up?"

"First of all, Noa IS coming back, but not for over an hour. And second, nobody's gonna show up; this is private property. And third, I don't give a shit who shows up. I'm on vacation, and I wanna go skinny dipping. You couldn't ask for a more perfect opportunity than this."

"It is kind of perfect.... A little too perfect. Did you set this up with Noa, to leave us alone out here?"

"Come on, do I seem like the kind of guy who would go through the trouble of bribing a tour guide to get him to let us bend the rules a little?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, I am that kind of guy."

"That's my kind of guy."

James walks over to the lagoon, climbs up on a large rock, cups his balls in his hand for protection, and does a cannonball into the water. Andrea gets lightly splashed. "Hey, you got me wet!" she yells.

"Well, I do like the sound of that," James chuckles immaturely. "You wanna keep your clothes dry? Then take 'em off!"

"Alright. I'm coming."

"I like the sound of that, too."

"Oh my god, grow up, please." Andrea begins to strip down as James watches intently, except Andrea is not stripping sexily. She disrobes nonchalantly and plainly, much like a woman in a department store dressing room. Once naked, she climbs the same rock James did, and jumps, splashing down just a few feet from him. "Shit, it's colder than I thought it would be."

"I can tell." James jokes, reaching to pinch her nipple.

"Hey, can I talk with you seriously for a minute?" Andrea asks, gently guiding James's hand away.

"Yeah, sure. Is everything ok?" James asks. They have moved into a shallower area where their feet can touch the bottom.

"Yeah, I'm having a blast. So far this is the best vacation I've ever been on. I just have a serious question for you. I've been thinking about this a lot, and before I ask you, I want to make sure you know that I love you, and our sex life, and I couldn't be more sexually satisfied. You're an amazing lover, and I consider myself very lucky in that department. I know that you are highly sexual, and I do my best to take care of your needs and wants. Ok, I'm kind of rambling. Here's the question: What else do you like about me besides my body and our sex?"

"Oh, wow, you've really got something on your mind. Hmmm, you're putting me on the spot here. The weird thing is that if you hadn't asked me directly, I'd be able to run down the pages-long list of things I like about you, but now I feel like I have to find the 'correct' answer."

"Sometimes in life you have to perform under pressure, and I'd like you to really answer my question. We're trying to figure out our future together, and I need to know if you have enough investment in me to keep us together if our sex life takes a downturn."

"Ok, I owe you an answer, so here's the beginning: This. I like this about you, what you're doing right now. You're holding me to a higher standard, and you're making me a better husband, and a better man. But I'm not done yet. I like the way you laugh at my jokes and puns. I like that you are never too busy to hug me when I need one. You're the mother of my kids, and no matter how old they are, I want to be with you, for them. You are kind. You have an innocent heart; you've never ever once done a cruel thing in your entire life. You are smart, and you see things that I don't. Your perspective enlightens me. You compliment me and balance me. If our sex life ever fell on hard times, I'm not gonna lie, it would be rough for me. You're right; I am highly sexual, but our steadily improving sex life is just the cherry on top of an already strong, sound marriage. If I have made you feel like all I want from you is sex, then I'm sorry. You're my best friend, and if we never had sex again, you still would be."

Andrea, with a tear in her eye, "God dammit James, how do you do it? How are you so good at this?"

"It's all you, babe. You're the sun; I'm just the moon. My light is really just yours reflected."

Andrea hugs him for a long time. He wraps his arms around her and holds her too. She lifts her head and brings her lips to his to give a soft, gentle kiss. This is a kiss of love, not lust. James is wise enough in this moment to not try to turn this into something else, even though Andrea's naked body pressed against his is supercharging his desire.

"It was a good answer, " Andrea declares, after a considerable time in his arms. "And this is what I like about you: this right now- feeling loved and safe in your arms."

"I like this too. What do you want to do now?"

"I want to swim to the other side and go see what's behind the waterfall."

"Alright, that sounds cool."

They swim across the lagoon and carefully climb out onto the rocks on the other side.

"These rocks are hurting my feet a little," James complains.

"They don't bother me," says Andrea.

"See, here's another thing I like about you: you're tough."

"I'm not that tough, you're just a baby," Andrea teases.

They walk behind the waterfall to discover there's really not much room to stand before you're directly under it.

"You know how in movies there's a cave or secret passage behind the waterfall?" Andrea relates. "I hoped there would be something like that here."

"Yeah, that would've been cool."

They swim around a bit more and end up back on the other side where James can stand on the bottom, but she cannot.

"Hold me up. I'm tired of treading water." Andrea wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

"Babe, I know we just had a serious talk about how our relationship is not all about sex, but with you on me like this, we're only like 6 inches away from fucking."

"I know, but I don't want to fuck right now. I'm enjoying this moment just the way it is."

"I'm enjoying this moment too, but I think if we don't fuck out here in this perfectly beautiful setting, it will be a missed opportunity. Let's make some memories, babe!"

"Ok, I have a compromise. Don't fuck me; make love to me."

"Ok, I'm down.

"No. You're down to fuck. You're not down to make love."

"I guess I don't understand the difference"

"Well, I'll teach you." Andrea kisses him. He kisses back, becoming more aggressive. "Slow down, this is not a race. Making love is not about cumming, it's about being together in an intimate vulnerable way, and if you do cum, that's just a bonus. The intimacy is the goal, not an orgasm." She kisses him again. This time he accepts her kiss, and only kisses back once she 'invites' him into her mouth. This kiss is not a fight of tongues; it's a dance.

James becomes inspired to make a move of his own. While holding her to him with one arm, with the other he moves her crimson hair out of her face and runs his fingers lightly through her hair and then down her back to just above her waist. His normal M. O. would be to continue down to grab and squeeze her ass, but he stops short, and lightly tickles the small of her back with his fingers. He is fully hard, and Andrea can surely feel him pressing against her, but he doesn't 'press' the issue (pun intended).

Andrea's legs are still wrapped around his waist standing in chest-deep water. She turns his head to kiss the side of his neck and bite his earlobe. Then she sticks the tip of her tongue into his ear to tickle him.

He is fueled with desire and feels ready to explode with raw sexual force, but he is restraining himself. He kneads her back, and moans lowly.

Andrea looks deep into his eyes. "I think somebody is ready to take the next step," she says wryly.

"Oh God, yes, please."

"Ok, but be gentle and take your time"

"Anything for you my love."

"You're getting the hang of it."

James places his hands under Andrea's bottom, but not in a grabby, squeezy way. Just to gently raise her up slightly and then lower her down onto his ready and waiting erection. As he slowly enters, they both moan quietly. They are face to face, forehead to forehead, seeing straight into each other's eyes, and souls. He's not thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy; that's fucking, and that's not what this is. Their bodies move together as one. He holds her tight against him, smashing her breasts into his chest. Their lips trespass on the boundary of a kiss. They are essentially breathing into each other. The physical pace accelerates, and the emotional connection charges like a thundercloud about to give a lightning strike. James feels a somewhat familiar feeling building, but this time it's not just building in his sex organs; it's filling his whole body. As it reaches the tipping point, he feels an emotional release to accompany his physical release. Feelings of love and closeness surf on top of the waves of orgasmic pleasure. Once it subsides, he looks Andrea in the eyes and sees a goddess in his arms, not a mere woman.

James struggles to catch his breath. "Oh my God, Oh my God, I had no idea. It's amazing. Wow. Did you feel it too?"

"I got exactly what I wanted." Andrea replies.

.....................

James and Andrea lay naked on their towels, chatting and sunning, until they hear the sound of Noa's ATV approaching. They hurriedly spring up, and dress as quickly as possible. James is fully dressed in 9 seconds while Andrea has only managed to get her panties on and her bra oriented the right way. James holds up the towel in front of her in case she has not finished by the time Noa arrives. She is slipping her t-shirt down just as he rides into view.

"Alright you guys. I've got sub sandwiches," says Noa. "I've got a turkey, a ham, and a roast beef. Who wants what?"

"I'll have the turkey, please," says Andrea.

"And I'll take whichever one you don't want. I'm not picky." says James.

"Alright, then it's roast beef for you, my friend."

They enjoy their sandwiches and soda pops. Noa asks, "So you guys took a swim? How was it?"

"It felt great," replied Andrea.

"It sure looked like it did," said Noa.

"What do you mean?" James asks.

"Oh, we've got a camera in that tree over there to keep watch out for trespassers."

"WHAT?" Andrea erupts.

"Nah, I'm just kidding, guys. There's no camera. But I know you guys went skinny dipping. It's cool. Everybody does it when they get the chance. I even bring my girlfriend up here sometimes. It's just the perfect spot for it."

"That was pretty funny, bra." James smiles. Andrea still looks a little uneasy, but she eventually comes around.

"Listen to you, picking up the island lingo," says Noa.

The ride back to the hut was more fun than the ride out. Being now somewhat familiar with the trail and the ATVs, Noa led us back at a more lively pace. We arrived back at the hut and parked the ATVs. Andrea took a little stroll around while James went inside and settled up. Andrea finds a patch of pretty Hawaiian flowers to look at. James and Noa exit the hut.

"Thanks again for making this work out for us," James says.

"No problem, bra. I was glad we could. I hate having to cancel on people. My advice for the future- Book your favorite excursions for the first days of your trip. That way, if you run into trouble, you still have the opportunity to reschedule."

"That's a good idea. Mahalo."

"Mahalo and Aloha. I hope you have a great rest of your trip!"

James and Andrea walk to their car. "What a nice young man," Andrea says.

"Yeah, he's a good kid. Do you think Kelly would like him?"

"I'm not sure, but probably not. He's cute and charming, but he's just a country boy. She wants somebody ambitious, and she has her sights set on big city life. She would go crazy trapped on an island."

They get in their car and hit the road to head back to their hotel. They ride in silence for a ways, neither feeling uncomfortable or under pressure to speak. After a time, Andrea pipes up with a question.

"Back at the lagoon you said something I found interesting, and I've been thinking about it for a while. You said, 'Let's make some memories.' And I get what it means on the surface, but it sounded like you had a deeper meaning for it. Do you?"

"Yeah, actually. First, it means exactly what it sounds like it means; Let's do some cool stuff that we will remember for life. The depth comes from the motive. Marriage can be hard, and people aren't always at their best, in top form. Memories are critically important because that's how you know who your partner really is when they're not being their best self. A full cache of amazing memories with your partner can get you through tough times. We've been in hard times before, and I've thought, 'I don't remember why I am even with you,' and I think that's a really dangerous place to be. Every opportunity you have when your relationship is on the upside, you should be making and banking good memories to look back at when times aren't so great."

"Like insurance"

"Oh, shit. When you say it like that, it makes it sound calculating and transactional. But ultimately, yes, that's the concept."

"I think that's really smart."

"Really? You don't think it's a turn off? It's totally unromantic."

"No, it actually makes me respect you more. Knowing that you have the forethought to realistically anticipate the ebbs and flows of a real relationship, and the wherewithal to recognize that when we're on a slide it's just temporary is really cerebral and mature. I hope you don't take offense, but I didn't think you had this kind of stuff in you."

"Ouch! I have a tool box full of tools. Ones you've probably never seen me use, but that doesn't mean I don't have them."

"Touché."

"Now, I have a question for you. Back at the lagoon, when I was in the water and you were getting undressed.... You usually strip for me, and make it sexy. This time you just took your clothes off like I wasn't even there, like you were all alone."

"You said you had a question."

"Well, what's up with that?"

"What's up with that is that I'm a real human being, not a character in some erotic story. I'm not a stripper, James, I'm a regular woman, with a job and kids. I want to be sexy for you, but sometimes it feels like a full-time job. I can't be 'on' all the time. You have a higher sex drive than I do, we know this. It's automatic for you; you're always 'on'. For me it takes thought and effort, and I just can't do it every minute of every day."

"Do I make you feel pressured? Am I putting too much pressure on you? I don't want to be a stressor to you; I want to be your sanctuary and solace."

"I appreciate that. And I know you don't do it on purpose; it's just who you are. You are a good husband, a good dad, and a good man, and I appreciate all the wonderful things about you. Sometimes, though, I wish you were better at catching context clues. Sometimes I just need a break, even from you. I'm not trying to hurt your feelings. What I'm asking of you is to expand your viewpoint and see the entirety of me. I'm in a strange predicament because I think you look at me too favorably. I've got my strengths and good qualities, but I can also be a mess, and I think you don't notice when I am because you look at me with love goggles on."

"Babe, I do see you, all of you, and what I see is beautiful and wonderful."

"Really? Is this beautiful?" Andrea farts loudly, for about 5 seconds. "Well?"

"Seriously? That's how you want to make your point?"

"I think my 'statement' was made very eloquently."

"Oh my God, that's rank." James rolls his window down. Andrea does too. "You didn't really think it through very well, did you?"

Both laughing now, "No, I guess not, but I stand by everything else I said."

"Well aren't you full of surprises? I bet you think that would make me want you less, but somehow I want you even more."

"Is it just you, or is it all men that I will never understand?"

"Baby, I am one of a kind.... And so are you. And we are imperfectly perfect for each other."

....................

Back in their hotel room, they've changed out of their afternoon active wear, showered, and dressed for a nice night out. Andrea has found a restaurant that specializes in Pacific Island cuisine and convinced James, who was a little hesitant, to give it a try. They've been to a Luau before, and came away feeling like it was a fun thing to do...... once. Now they just want the food without the noise and show.

"This place looks great!" Andrea offers. They follow the hostess to their table out on the patio overlooking Kailua Bay. "Great seating, great view, too."

"You can stop trying to sell me on this place," James accedes. "I'm on board. It does seem pretty nice."

"Why would you ever doubt me?"

"You'd think I would know better by now."

They order a large platter of Kalua pork, to share, and some drinks.

"Well, it's our last night here. Tomorrow we head out for Maui," James comments.

"I know. I'm excited, but also just a tiny bit sad. I've had the best time of my life here with you. Even though it'll be fun to move on and see more of Hawaii, we'll be leaving this behind."

"We're not leaving it behind. It's in the memory bank."

"Right. We made a lot of them just in the few days we were here." Andrea continues, "I want to make tonight very special, and very memorable."

"I don't know exactly where you're heading with this, but I'm with you, whatever it is," James contributes.

"I want us to do something together, right here, right now, and I came prepared." Andrea pulls some paper and a couple of pens out of her bag. "I'm going to write to you of a special gift I want to give you, and you do the same for me. This is not a material gift, like a new kayak or motorcycle. It's a gesture gift. Once we are finished, we will exchange and read each other's. Are you ready?"

"I was born ready. I already know what I'm going to write."

"Oh, wow. I'm Impressed. I have an idea for mine, but the phrasing is not fully formed. You ready to start?"

"Yeah, let's do it." James picks up his pen and scribbles away. Andrea's penmanship is precise and beautiful and legible.... and slow. James is finished quickly, and patiently watches Andrea create art with her strokes. Finally, the moment has come to exchange.

"Are you ready for this?" Andrea asks, a hint of misgiving in her body language as she hands her folded paper over to James.

"Yes. I'm quite intrigued." He folds his paper as she has, and hands it over. They exchange at the same time. James eagerly begins reading. Andrea watches him for a moment before she likewise begins reading.

His Letter:

I want to make sure you feel comfortable and safe with me. To that end, my gift to you is I will henceforth stop asking/pressuring you to do sexual things that you don't want to do. You owe me no explanation, either. If you don't want to do it, then you don't want to do it, and that's that. I accept you how and where you are. I love you and always will, no matter what.

Her letter:

I commit to exploring your kink with you. It may not be at a lightning fast pace but I will open myself to new experiences. I acknowledge the validity of your desires. You are a great husband, and you deserve to be happy, and I do not want to withhold from you.

Andrea may write slower, but reads much faster. She finishes and waits for James. He looks up at her, bemused. "Well aren't we quite the mismatch?" he says.

"Why?" Andrea asks.

"Because we're at odds. We're opposites."

"That's not what I see. I see two people who love each other, and are willing to give and sacrifice for each other. That's not at odds to me. That's in sync."

James percolates. "You're right. I should've seen it too."

"We're not opposites, James. We're together in this, and both of these things can be done at the same time."

"Yeah, I'm starting to understand. You've done it again. You've shown me why you're better than me. Where I saw conflict, you saw love. I don't deserve you, but I will spend the rest of my life doing whatever it takes to keep you. I love you more than ever before. This is not just the vacation talking. In my mind's eye, I'm seeing us back home, in boring situations, like doing the dishes, or brushing our teeth, and I still see all the beauty and wonder in you. I've made up my mind that we're meant to be together. We are soulmates. Not because the universe conspired to thrust us together, but because we found each other, and we made it work. We did that, and it took both of us."

"I love you too, and I want you for the rest of my life. And it's not just the vacation talking. I'm ready to take this version of us home."

James can't contain himself any longer. He gets out of his chair, walks around the table to Andrea, pulls her up by the hand, and kisses her in the middle of the restaurant. Andrea, who previously would've been self-conscious about a public display of affection such as this, melted into his arms and kissed him back with fervor. After a long passionate kiss and embrace, Andrea says, "I want to make good on my gift to you, starting tonight. Let's get out of here. I have plans for you."

James hails their server. "Check, please!"

....................

James and Andrea rush back to their hotel, and barge into their room, barely able to close the door behind them before clothes start flying off. Andrea slows James from completely undressing with the sprinter's speed with which she was accustomed.

"Hold on, now. There's no rush. Do you want to savor and enjoy this or just get it over with?"

"I want every minute of it, whatever it is, that I can get."

"Good. That's what I hoped you would say." Andrea pushes him back onto the bed, and unbuttons and unzips his pants. James reaches up to run his hands through her hair. "DON'T TOUCH ME," she commands. She follows her order with a sexy smile to reassure James he is not in trouble. "Tonight you will do everything I say, exactly the way I say it, exactly when I tell you. Do you understand?"

"I think so."

"You think so? That's not good enough. I'll explain it to you so you don't fuck it up. If you fail to follow my orders in a timely manner, to my satisfaction, you will be punished. The punishment may vary from denial of the pleasure I had in store for you, to an unpleasant consequence I will inflict upon you. I am the arbiter of your success in completing your tasks, and I am the judge who determines your punishment if you fail. I have all the power here, and you have none. Now do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Good. Now lie back and be still." Andrea resumes undoing and removing his pants, and then his briefs. James's cock is quite rigid at this point. She takes it in her hand and lightly strokes, moving her mouth closer. She exhales onto it several times, then saliva drools its way out of her mouth and down her chin, dribbling down onto it.

"The suspense is killing me, babe. Are you gonna suck it or not?"

"SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH. Don't speak to me unless I ask you a direct question or order you to. Do you understand?" James nods. She pinches his left testicle between her thumb and two fingers. "I said 'Do you understand?' That is a direct question, so answer me."

"OW! Yes I understand."

"Good. Now lie there and don't move." She goes to her bag, and retrieves some handcuffs. "Raise your arms up above your head." James obeys instantly. She cuffs one wrist, passes the other cuff behind a headboard rail, and cuffs the other wrist. "Now, I can do whatever I want. Do you want me to do whatever I want, James?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good, because I'm going to. Are you concerned that you might not like what I want to do, James?"

"No, ma'am."

"We'll see." Andrea takes her bag into the bathroom and returns several minutes later wearing a black thong, an orange and black tiger striped corset, thigh high fishnet stockings, and a tacky blonde wig. Strands of her red hair escape the wig and stream down the side of her face in front of her ears. "My name is Amelia, and I am your dominatrix. Tonight I will teach you how to please me, and if you learn well, I will reward you with pleasure of your own. You are permitted one question at this time. Do you have one?"

"No, ma'am."

"Really? You must be very brave, James. Well, let's get started, shall we? If I uncuff you, will you be a good boy?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good." She uncuffs him from the headboard. Come to the end of the bed and stand." He obeys. She reapplies the cuffs behind his back. "The first thing I want you to do is take this thong off of me. You have 20 seconds, beginning right now." James looks like a deer in headlights for a moment, but quickly figures out what to do. He bends down and tries to bite the thong strap on her hip, but has a little difficulty. He finally gets it in his grasp, and realizing he's running out of time, he yanks forcefully, ripping the fabric. The ripped underwear now falls easily to the floor. James looks up at 'Amelia', impressed with his own strength, creative problem-solving, and poise under pressure. "Not bad, not bad. You're off to a good start earning that reward. Are you ready for what's next?"

"Yes, ma'am." is his only reply.

"Lay back on the bed. I want you to go down on me. Don't worry, I will help; I will come to you. Did you catch that? I've got puns too.

James is tempted to laugh, but simply smiles instead, and answers, "Yes, ma'am."

James perspective:

He lies back, somewhat uncomfortably with his hands still cuffed behind his back. Andrea climbs on and rides his face. James begins executing his tried and true oral performance, and it's working. Andrea moans. After a few moments, "Now lick me lower down." James is slightly confused, but doesn't dare ask for clarification; he just begins licking her pussy hole. "Further back," she says. James is now licking and tickling her perineum. "Further back, James." He finally gets it, and goes to work on her back door. This is a first time ever for them. James is loving everything about this thus far: The commands, the restraint, the dynamic, the outfit, and yes, even his mouthful of ass. He is in a state of pure enjoyment, comforted and assuaged knowing that everything that Andrea is doing is because she wants to, free of coercion and ulterior motive. This is the trust he and Andrea have been searching for. As James continues to perform for 'Amelia', he suddenly feels and hears something, and realizes that she is using a vibrator on her clit while he eats her ass. She writhes and moans, and cums on his face, like she's done so many times before.

Andrea perspective:

She climbs onto his face, and he begins enthusiastically licking her clit, just like so many times before, but she's got something new for James to try tonight. Something deep from the locker of kink she knows he wants. He is skillfully executing his patented moves, and it's working as expected, so when she tells him, "Now lick me lower down," she can sense his confusion. He swirls his tongue around her entrance, which feels nice in a tame kind of way, but doesn't really do anything to build a climax. "Further back," she says, hoping he will get the picture. Now he's licking her taint, which feels interesting, but is still not what she had intended. "Further back, James." Ah, there it is: a strange new sensation. They've never done this before. It feels oddly interesting physically, but mentally, it feels empowering. 'I have a strong sexy man handcuffed under me right now with his tongue on my asshole,' is a thought she never thought she would have. She decides to mix in a familiar pleasure to pair with this new and unfamiliar one, so she gets her toy, and puts it to work. With this combination of arousing sensations, she is able to climax fairly quickly.

She climbs off of his face and turns to see him smiling. "You did good. Now you get your reward. Do you want to know what it is?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Too fucking bad. Your reward is a surprise. Do you like the idea of that?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Good. You're getting cuffed to the headboard again." She unfastens the cuffs from behind his back, and reapplies them through the headboard rail again. Then she fetches from her bag a blindfold and sound-blocking earmuffs. "You don't get to see or hear what's happening." She puts the blindfold over his eyes, and the headphones over his ears. Now she can do anything she wants.

She starts by running her fingers down his chest, down his stomach, down to his cock, which amazingly is still rock hard. 'We're 47! How is he managing to stay so hard for so long?' she asks herself. She toys with him, because she knows she can. She slaps his dick a few times, very softly at first, then out of nowhere, a rather hard *SLAP*. He winces slightly and gives only the tiniest whimper, but remains stoically committed to his role. His dick flies off of her hand, bounces up to his abdomen, and then rebounds back to center mast again. She enjoyed that, but was immediately afflicted with a tiny amount of guilt. Now it's time to make amends.

She kisses his cock right where she slapped it, then takes it into her mouth and swirls her tongue all around the head. She runs her tongue up the tip, into his hole, just like she had seen the Aussie woman do. There is quite a lot of precum, more than just a drop. More like a dribble. Enough that she can slurp it. It makes a fantastic slurping sound, and she is a little disappointed that James could not hear it. She continues blowing him, using her new deep throat ability, for a few moments, but not too long. This is not the main course; this is just an appetizer.

She climbs aboard cowgirl style, and rides him until he moans with delight. Now it's time to serve the main course, something she knows he's wanted for quite some time. She slows her riding pace to a near stop, raises up and off of his cock, and then slips back down, but this time the head of his dick makes its way to a tighter entrance. She slowly guides him in; first, just the head. "Oh my god, I can't believe it! Yeah, do it babe!" James says. His breathing intensifies rapidly. She takes just the head in and out several times, acclimating herself slowly to the stretching she wasn't sure she could do. Now, after reapplying more high quality lube, she's ready to go deeper. She controls the movement, the pace, everything here and now. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, she takes him deeper into her ass. During vaginal sex, she has come to find that if he goes too far, he hits something uncomfortable deep inside of her, but she is surprised to discover that there is no such roadblock here, and she can swallow his entire long dick into her ass. He's all the way in now. This is a good resting point to have a quick little break and allow her body to adjust to this new sensation. She tickles his chest hair, then runs her hand down and lightly and playfully pulls on his pubic hair. His face is 80% bliss and 20% suspense. As he lay powerless, he wonders, 'Is this really happening?'

Andrea is ready now. She brings her toy back for a second go-round on her pussy as she rides up and down with increasing speed with each stroke. She is controlling her movement precisely; this very vulnerable state could end in disaster with a wrong move. James feels everything intensely. It's like the physical sensations of sex have been amplified at least twice over. He can't last more than 1.5 minutes before he explodes into her with an ejaculation powerful enough that Andrea could actually feel the cum pumping into her. He came so loud that Andrea was sure that their voyeuristic neighbors could hear him even with all the doors closed (if they were in their room, that is). "Oh my god, oh fuck! Fuck yeah! Yes! Oh, yeah, babe." etc. comes from James. She didn't care about the volume of his exclamations; she relished it.

She had finally given her husband the high-octane, kinky thrill and experience she knows he has wanted for a loooooooong time. As the pride swelled up inside her mind, her orgasm built up in her groin. She kept wanding her clit with her favorite vibrator. As she approached the point of climax, she knew that any second it was going to tip over and spill all of its intensity all throughout her whole body. But it didn't. It kept building, and building, higher, and higher still. Just when she wondered, 'Is this going to happen or what?', the dam finally breaks, and the waters flood her valley with the most intense climactic waves she's ever felt. This orgasm is unlike any before. It was several seconds longer, and the pulses felt more like punches than squeezes.

"Oh my god, babe, yes, YES! YEEEESSSS!" she heard James exclaim, as if he were the one currently experiencing the most powerfully intense orgasm of his life. His voice sounded like he was far away, or outside a door, even though she was still right on top of him. She felt slightly faint from the intensity. It took a while to restabilize. She opened her eyes to see James, still cuffed to the headboard, still blindfolded and earmuffed, with the biggest smile she's ever seen. Seriously, she didn't know that his mouth could even contort into such a big grin.

She rises up off his now retreating cock, and just as the head clears her tight asshole, it's immediately followed by the most cum she's ever felt exit her body in a single squirt before. She has placed her hands on his abdomen to stabilize herself, and notices he is soaking wet. 'What is this? Is he sweaty?' she wonders. She removes his headphones and blindfold. She tries to regain her composure enough to resume her role of 'Amelia' the dominatrix.

"Are you going to be my good boy from now on? Good boys get rewards."

"Yes, ma'am I will."

She uncuffs him. He sits up and leans in to try to kiss her. "Nope, I don't fucking think so. Go use listerine and wash your face."

"Oh, yeah, right. Yes ma'am." He heads into the bathroom. First he cleans all that cum off of himself, then does as instructed. When he returns, Andrea is examining the large wet spot on the bed. She pieces it together; she had squirted on him. That's why he was so excited. That's why it felt so intense. James approaches and hugs her from behind as she stares at the bed.

"Well, that was a first," she says, still in her dominatrix outfit but now having dropped her Amelia persona. "Where are we going to sleep tonight?"

"Babe, that was FUCKING AWESOME, and I will happily sleep in your puddle, and you can have the other side of the bed."

"It's right in the middle, James. How's that gonna work?"

"Oh, I've got an idea! Let's sleep outside on the balcony on the loungers. They look brand new, and the cushions are surprisingly comfortable."

"Ok. That sounds kind of romantic actually. There's a full moon tonight, and it's close to midnight so it should be directly overhead soon."

"And the weather outside is perfect as usual." James kisses her on the cheek, and she turns her head to kiss him over her shoulder as he stands behind her. "So, yeah, that was a first alright, along with several other things tonight, and since we even got here, for that matter."

"We're making memories," Andrea says.

"No doubt about it. Great ones, too. Are you concerned we're doing too much too fast?"

"Well, Mr. 90mph wants to slow down. I didn't see that coming."

"Have you ever heard that when people are together for so long they don't just get to know each other well, but they actually start to act the same?"

"Yeah, I've heard of that. Are you Mr. 75mph now?

"Probably more like 70. Between the two of us, you are the one to emulate."

"I can do 70. I would be happy to be Mrs. 70mph."

James kisses her again, lightly and briefly, "Where did you get this outfit? I know you didn't pack it and bring it. We shared a suitcase."

"Remember after we left the diner that first morning, we went into town to check out the shops? Remember how we split up for a while to take a little break and see some different things? Well, you went to the music shop and bought that ukulele, and I found a lingerie shop. Here's the craziest thing of all- you'll never guess who I ran into in that shop."

"Mary?" James guesses.

"Nope. The old woman from the pool! She was shopping for lingerie too!"

"Seriously?"

"Swear to God. She saw me first, saw what I had picked out, and said, 'Honey, you've got the right idea.' I was shocked! She's a very nice lady. We chatted for a while. Her name is Bernice, and her husband is Paul."

"That's so crazy! And awesome. I thought they were nice when they first talked to us, but now I think they're even cooler."

"So, yeah, that's where I got it." Andrea notices James make an odd expression. "What is it?"

"Now I'm thinking of Bernice in sexy lingerie."

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. I can't control it. It was just a random wandering thought."

"Do you think Paul has a huge dick?"

"Oh my God! Why would you do that?"

"I'm just fucking around with you." They laugh. "Can you help me get out of this corset? It's not the easiest thing to put on and take off."

"Yeah, I was wondering what was going on while I was handcuffed to the bed." James unfastens the little clasps, one by one. "Damn, there's like 30 of these little hooks."

"See what I do for you."

"I love it. No complaints." He takes the corset off of her and folds it up. She reaches down and picks up the ripped thong. "Sorry about that. I hope it wasn't expensive."

"It wasn't, and don't worry about it; it's meant to be ripped like that. That's what it's made for."

"Awww, now I don't feel so strong like I did earlier."

"I'm sorry, let me try again." Andrea responds in a breathy, exaggerated sexy voice, "Yeah it was kind of expensive, but it really turned me on when you ripped it off me!"

"NIce," James acknowledges.

They both change into comfortable sleep attire: James into some pajama shorts, and Andrea into a cotton nightgown. They brush their teeth together, side by side at the bathroom sink.

"Do you think I'm too freaky, too kinky?" James asks.

"Short answer- no. But this could be a much longer conversation and it's late, and in the morning we have packing to do and a flight to catch."

"Will you do one more weird kinky thing with me tonight?"

"Is it simple or is there a lot of effort involved?"

"It's very simple. Just kiss me. Right now."

"WIth a mouthful of toothpaste?"

"Yes."

"Alright. At least you have fresh, clean breath." She kisses him, and their respective toothpaste flavors mix together. After they stop, "What does this do for you?"

"I'm just kind of weird I guess, and like to do weird, uncommon things that other people wouldn't think to do. I don't really understand it myself. And for a lot of the weird things, once is enough. Like, I don't have a toothpaste fetish now. I just wanted to try it. Thanks for playing along and being a good sport."

"Ok, I can accept that.

"It means more to me than you know. It means you accept me and don't judge me, and love me enough to go out of your way for me. I get all those deeply important feelings from something as simple as a toothpaste kiss."

"Good, because I do love you, and I do accept you, and I don't judge you."

"I love you, and I look forward to every day with you. We'll either make good memories, or take a little break from each other, and recall good memories."

"That sounds like a plan."

They finish in the bathroom and turn off the light. Then they turn off the rest of the lights in the room and step out onto the balcony where their beds for the night await. They scoot the two loungers right next to each other, side by side. James takes the left, and Andrea takes the right, just like at home. As they lie next to each other, they look out at the ocean shimmering in the moonlight. Andrea takes James's hand and says, "I like it when it's like this: Just me and you. It's nice to have friends, and I love our family, but I want to make sure you understand that you always come first."

"I do know it, and you are my top priority as well. And you're not just number 1 on a list of several things, you are numbers 1 through 853, and everything else begins with 854. We're the foundation that everything else in our lives is built on top of. Us, me and you."

"We've got 16 more days and 5 more islands we're going to visit. But the way our trip has gone so far, if we flew home tomorrow, I would still be satisfied."

"Wherever we are, if we're together, that's all I need."

"Me too. Good night."

"Good night."

They drift off to sleep, hand in hand, as a cool, salty breeze blows.