Chapter 2

Jess put a death grip on my hand as the single-engine Pilatus PC-12 banked to make its final approach into Gustaf III Airport on the island of Saint Barthélemy.

"I hate small planes," she said as she buried her head in my shoulder.

I squeezed her hand back and kissed the top of her head. We landed without incident and rapidly passed through customs to meet our driver for the short trip to the Eden Rock St. Barths. The resort sat in the center on the island's north side. A butler escorted us to the Waterlily suite, laying out our suitcase in the bedroom, while we immediately opened the expansive French doors to the main balcony. Underneath the alcove sat two deck chairs with matching tables and a double-wide beach lounger. The far end of the balcony comprised an infinity pool, raised about eighteen inches above floor level. The pool looked out over the greenish-blue purity of the Caribbean Sea, with the resort's pristine white sand beach directly below.

"John, oh my god," Jess said. "I love you."

I walked up behind her, slipping my arms around her waist and pulling her close to me. Her oversized beach hat and airy coverup afforded glimpses of her white bodysuit and linen shorts. I tipped our butler handsomely and checked on the bar. It was stocked as requested, overflowing with Champagne and cold white wine. I chose the Dom Perignon and two elegant coupés to pour it into and rejoined Jess on the balcony. She drank in the splendor of the scene with unadulterated joy.

"Just being here makes me so happy," she said. "Like there are zero cares in the whole world."

"It suits you," I said. "I want you to be this happy."

I passed her a glass of bubbly. We clinked glasses, kissed, and drank.

"Do we have to do anything but sit here all weekend?" she asked and laughed.

"Nope," I said. "We can get all our meals brought in, too. Even the Jean-Georges restaurant will send up anything we want."

Jess shed her coverup but kept on her hat and oversized Chanel sunglasses. "No, I want you to show me off," she said. In a fluid motion, she unbuttoned and slipped off her shorts, folding them and setting them down on one of the side tables. Her white bodysuit was a thong, which snapped between her legs.

"This is your weekend," I said. "We do what you say."

"I wish we had some party favors," she lamented.

I laughed. "I guess you weren't paying attention in the car," I said. The driver was arranged through a friend, who had been to St. Barths regularly. He was a good connection, and I had scored some cocaine and weed for us. The price was outrageous, but we were held captive on the island.

"What?" Jess said, her eyes as big as saucers.

"An eight ball and a quarter of weed," I said.

"Fuck, that is so perfect," she said. "I would love to just sit out here and smoke and listen to the waves."

"We'll do that tonight," I promised. "Right now? Let's ditch these clothes and get in the pool."

The infinity pool was a long rectangle, giving us an expansive view of the beach and sea. The water was warm, making it feel natural to enjoy it nude. Jess loved the water. Being here rekindled memories of the Hill Country house we had rented for her birthday several years prior, where we played endlessly in the pool. Jess made the connection, too.

"The water makes me so horny," Jess said, swimming up to me as I took a break on the edge of the pool, admiring the view.

"Is there anything that doesn't make you horny, sweetheart?" I asked.

"You're right," she said. "Now let me show you some appreciation."

Her mouth enveloped my cock, soft, warm, and wet. My erection distended as she moved back and forth, increasing the pace quickly. She gulped at my cock greedily, hungry for the creamy reward she craved so badly. Jess gave sloppy head, but like a pornstar she always remained in control. She swirled her tongue around my head and flicked the opening at the tip. I put my arms behind me and leaned back, pushing my legs closer to her. She rested her forearms on my thighs and easily took my shaft fully down her throat.

"See anyone cute on the beach?" Jess asked as she briefly pulled off me.

"I don't see anyone, but you're feeling frisky," I said. "So I'll keep an eye out. There ought to be interesting people here this weekend."

Jess had a legitimate cuckquean tendency. She loved scouting a crowd for women to potentially join us. She especially loved trying to guess who might be what she called a "secret slut" -- someone who looked prim and proper but hid a wild side. Someone like Kat. She also truly enjoyed watching me fuck someone else. For her, it boosted her ego to have a man who was with her but also coveted by others. She had a very free sexual mindset, and it was something I cherished because it was the same mentality as mine. There was a secondary aspect to it for her, which was that she sometimes had a dominant streak with other women. She was demure almost to the point of submissive with me, but she adored adding a woman to the mix we could control.

"We really should find a little fuck toy," I told her as she pushed me closer to orgasm with her exquisite mouth. "I want to get you a strap-on and let you dominate her. Let me fuck her ass while you take her pussy."

"Oh god," she groaned as she briefly pulled her head off to spit on my cock.

I lost my train of thought as Jess doubled down on my cock. She had decided it was time I came. Her tongue moved back and forth on the underside of my shaft, while her cheeks created suction around the sides. I was putty in her hands once she started this. She squeezed my balls. This was a very practiced routine that never got old. I smiled as I felt the cum rise and shoot into her mouth. Jess was an unabashed cum lover, clamping her mouth down and swallowing each rope as it came. I bucked my hips a couple times and then eased her off me.

"Fuck, I am never going to let you stop sucking me," I said.

"Don't," she said. "I'm such a junkie for your cum. I literally could drink all of it. I wish you could bottle it and just let me have it anytime I want." She laughed.

We kissed, and I let my hands wander her wet, naked body now that she had slipped out of the pool and next to me. The view was superb, and we would have a great view of the sunset.

"I really want some of that coke," Jess said. "But it's probably smarter to smoke before dinner."

"Do you want to eat before or after sunset?" I asked. "I think we're going to have a great view from here."

"Before," she said. "I want to get coked up and fuck all night."

"I am so up for that," I said.