It's a Sunday afternoon in Montego Bay Jamaica at the Sandals resort. My wife and I arrived on a flight a few hours before, all checked into room 269 as planned and are just sitting in the lobby bar, people-watching the new arrivals, sipping on some watered down rum & cokes when you and your wife arrive with luggage in hand.
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1st time BBW wife swap
You and I know what's going to take place over the next week but keep it cool with not so much as a half second of eye contact. Not just to keep from blowing our plot, but mostly because my eyes are too immediately fixated on your wife as I see her for the very first time in the flesh, in all of her amazing, voluptuous glory. As I devour her ass, thighs, belly and tits with my eyes, my cock immediately swells and my heart is pounding out of my chest in anticipation of what might happen over the next few days.
You're both wheeling in a piece of luggage as you walk up to the front desk. My eyes keep shifting between your wife's ass, the floor, her thighs, the ceiling, her tits, her cleavage as I am trying so hard not to make it so obvious that I just want to lock myself into a lustful stare on any bit of visible flesh she has exposed.
Your wife catches me staring. Shit!
She returns an inquisitive 2-3 seconds of eye contact with me, a lifetime in this scenario. Her instinct/suspicion is that my prolonged glance was no accident; that this "stranger" sitting at the bar was just checking her glorious ass out. Your wife's suspicions were further confirmed when she observed the rubenesque physique of the woman sitting next to him at the bar, likely his own wife and clearly his preference in women was just that.
I immediately realize my fault, and snap myself around to face my wife as she nudges me, telling me she is ready to hit the beach and says she'll be back at the room lotion-ing up. She remains oblivious to the fact that I was just fucking another woman with my eyes.
I finish my drink and quickly follow her back to room 269.
My wife and I manage to get to our room, getting undressed to put our suits on.
My cock is just settling from the raging hard on thanks to your wife simply walking into the resort. I try to conceal my enlarged state from my wife. This was increasingly difficult given the fact that my swim trunks lack any supporting liner and even the slightest erection is clearly visible. I grab a beach towel, hold it close and make my way down the hall, around the corner and down the elevator with my wife.
At this moment, you and your wife are on your way up the other elevator and make your way down to room 271 to unpack and figure out what's next on the agenda.
You walk into room 271 to see if it meets your expectations. Adjoining room? Check. Adjoining balcony with just a subtle amount of privacy to keep it from being obvious but accessible enough for the amount of sharing we want? Check!
Years of dreaming, Months of planning, weeks of anticipation and days of excitement have led up to this one week.
What would happen? WOULD it happen? Not at all? Just once? Twice? Or would it turn into a week long fuck fest where two cocks & two pussies mingle juices and stir a Caribbean sex cocktail!? Only time will tell. This has to work. This is the place and this is the time.