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Published : 09 April 2020

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Lucky John...Even Luckier Me
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, Public Nudity, Public Sex, Interracial, Exhibitionism

John was on the internet, he didn't go on it very often, he wasn't a natural communicator, not via technology at any rate. So...imagine my surprise when he rushed into the kitchen full of excitement, he'd won a holiday to the Caribbean in an online competition. I didn't want to put a dampener on his enthusiasm but I stopped him jumping up and down by grasping his shoulders, "Look John, these holidays are usually just for two people, so even if the holiday is genuine, we can't go because we can't leave the kids behind and often, when you tell the organisers that you have children, the added cost of taking kids is usually more than the cost of a holiday of that kind would be for the whole family.

"No, I don't think so, I had to put all my details in the computer before they told me that I'd won...the organisers knew all about the kids before I won the competition."

"So they know that we are five adults then?"

"We're not five adults, the kids are just kids."

"Even Peter is classed as an adult by airlines, once a child is twelve years old...did they ask for the ages of the kids?"

"Yep, I put everyone's date of birth into the computer, even yours...they told me that it will be your birthday while we're on holiday with them."

I instantly thought that it was a scam, this was typical emotional blackmail that a scammer could use against a husband to leaver cash out of him, it could be something as simple as offering him a birthday package, flowers, wine and chocolate for just a few dollars, all they'd need was his credit card details or a bank transfer. And we'd find our bank account emptied overnight.

I smiled at John and patted his hand, "I think it's great but if they ask you for your credit card details or bank transfer for any reason what so ever, please come and tell me before you do anything. So who is the holiday with and what Island are we going on holiday to?"

"They haven't said what Island yet, the company is called 'Pride of the Caribbean Holidays' and have hotel space all over the Caribbean so won't know exactly where they are sending us until much closer to the date."

The next day, as soon as the kids left for school and John headed off to work, I hit Google and searched for 'Pride of the Caribbean Holidays', there wasn't any mention of a competition under that name, there wasn't even a web page or a company listed with that name...even a scammer would have made up a fake web page so I thought that it could be one of John's rugby club friends pulling his leg...so I closed my computer down and forgot all about it. So, now that I was happy that John's Caribbean holiday was a scam or a joke from one of his friends, I put it out of my mind.

I hadn't thought about John's spoof holiday for three months and he hadn't mentioned it again but suddenly it came to mind again when five envelopes arrived in the post, all the envelopes were the same apart from the names on the little sticky label on the front of the envelope, each member of our family had been sent the same envelope, all postmarked from Peterborough. I opened the envelope addressed to me and found a brand new ten year passport...even though my old passport still had seven months left to run on it. I actually knew that my old passport still had seven months life because it was also in the envelope with the new passport but someone had cut the bottom left hand corner off of the front cover to show that it was no longer a current passport.

I pinned John as soon as he got home, he was happy that our passports had all arrived so promptly, our holiday was booked for six weeks time which is why we all needed new passports, anyone travelling transcontinental had to have at least six months of life left on their passport. John had spent four hundred pounds on renewing all of our familie's passports more than six months ahead of time and I still wasn't sure that we were going to be going on holiday. But on the other side of the coin, we would need new passports at some point for our holidays abroad so it wasn't a total waste of the money.

The next few weeks flew past, our tickets arrived via email, we had seats on the aircraft in row five, seats, A, C, D, F and G. the seat allocations were worrying, our kids weren't very good on long journeys, they fought like cats and dogs so when we were on a flight, Peter would be on one side of John, Dawn on the other, then I would sit next to Dawn with Sarah on the other side of me...keeping the little buggers as far apart as possible. I wasn't sure why our family had been split up, the seats 5C and 5D would be next to each other as would 5F and 5G but there would be someone sitting between whoever sat in 5A and between 5D and 5F. John said, "We can ask once we're on the plane to be sat together, it's likely to be seats A and B on one side of the isle then five seats together in the middle of the aircraft from C to G and H and I on the other side of the aircraft, we're bound to find people willing to swap seats with us so that we can all be together.

We arrived at the airport early, I was still certain that we'd be told that the tickets were fake or that the tickets would need paying for...something was bound to go wrong. John asked if there was any chance of getting five seats together and got a strange look from the booking clark, she told him that the seats were grouped in twos on row five but in any case, the aircraft was completely full, all seats had been assigned..

John was taken aback slightly, we were at the airport four hours before the flight was due to leave so there should have been some wiggle room but there wasn't.

We ate breakfast in an air-side restaurant and then took the long walk to the gate to climb aboard our aircraft.

Usually, we'd get to the gate and have our tickets and passports checked before climbing onto a bus and being driven out to an aircraft waiting a long way away from the terminal, that's the way it was in the budget, holiday market. For the first time ever we would be using an air-bridge straight onto the aircraft. Another difference this time over our previous times, we seemed to be called before the three hundred other passengers, the steward at the gate called for passengers in rows one to five to go aboard first, even turning the few people who had queued closest to the door for hours to get ahead of the crush for their seats.

We walked down the air-bridge and found that rows one to five were to the left of the entrance to the aircraft, we could see to the right where the seats were as John had expected...nine seats in three banks of three seats but to the left, there were only six seats in each row set in twos. The airline had dropped the seats with letters B, E and H from the rows for some reason that defied logic.

Peter was sat in 5A, John had 5C, Dawn in 5D and me in 5F, leaving Sarah to sit in 5G...as a family, we were about as far apart as we possibly could be on a trans Atlantic flight. The four rows in front of ours filled in minutes and then they let the rest of the passengers on, a stewardess came around with a tray of champagne flutes, offering them out to the passengers in the first five rows. She even offered Peter a glass and it was obvious to any fool that Peter wasn't over eighteen years old. John pointed out that Peter was only thirteen but was told that Peter showed on the manifest as an adult but that was probably only down to the fact that he had an adult ticket.

The stewardess said, "Well, he can have the champagne or I can get him a soft drink if you'd prefer."

John took a large swallow of his own champagne before taking a second glass off the tray and tipped half of the content into his own glass before saying, "Could you get my son a can of lemonade please, he can have a spritzer. My daughters are only fifteen and seventeen years old, they can only have one glass of alcohol each.

People seemed to have stopped entering the aircraft, I couldn't see the main cabin of the aircraft because there was a galley area behind my seat, two solid walls separating our little five row world of comfort and luxury from the other two hundred and seventy people on the aircraft but I was certain that everyone was on board by now, I could see just one empty seat, 5I was still empty by Sarah's side. Just as I was wondering about why we were still connected to the airport by the air-bridge there was an announcement over the intercom system inside the aircraft that we were waiting for one last passenger but we wouldn't be kept waiting for very much longer.

A very handsome Afro-Caribbean man came through the main door, his ticket was checked by the stewardess and he passed through the galley area and came into our section of the aircraft on the other aisle, he excused himself to Sarah, she was about to stand up but he stopped her, "There is plenty of room for me to pass your knees my dear, please don't trouble yourself."

We took off moments after that last passenger arrived, I'd never known an aircraft wait for one passenger before, when we usually holidayed abroad, we flew with the crappier end of the airline market and they had a reputation of closing their gate thirty minutes before take off time just so that they could make their slot on the runway.

I was only sitting two feet away from Sarah but I couldn't actually talk to her easily over the noise of the aircraft, we were flying to Bangor, Maine airport, so faced nine or ten hours in the air and then a three hour wait in Bangor for our onward flight to Providenciales airport in the Turks and Caicos Islands, just south of the Bahamas. Sarah and the black man seemed to be deep in conversation for most of the flight. Sarah was naturally excited to be going on her first Caribbean holiday and judging from her body language as she chatted to the man sitting at her side, she was lapping up the attention of a man who was older than her father and probably the first black man she's ever talked to in her life.

I had thought to step in and make Sarah swap places with me but I knew that sitting Sarah next to Dawn for more than five minutes would end in a fight so I just took up a watching brief for the rest of the flight. I made a visit to the bathroom and found Sarah waiting outside the door, "Mum, where are we staying on Providenciales Island?"

"Why darling?"

"I wanted to tell Michael where we were stopping."

"Michael?"

"The guy sitting next to me, he is something to do with the tourist board in the Turks and Caicos Islands, he can tell me all the best places to visit while we're there."

"We're stopping at The Seven Stars Resort, Grace Bay."

Sarah smiled at me and then took my place in the toilet.

Bangor was hot, very hot. When we left the UK, it was six o'clock in the morning and six degrees Centigrade, now it was noon and thirty degrees, fortunately the terminal was air conditioned, the only blast of heat was as we crossed the air-bridge from the aircraft into the terminal building.

We had lunch in the airport at Bangor and then transferred to the aircraft to Providenciales Island, not a three hundred seat behemoth jet like we'd flown to America in, the aircraft to Providenciales Airport was only a twelve seat propeller driven thing, little bigger than our car back home. Again, John sat with Peter, I sat with Dawn and Sarah was on a double seat on her own...until that is...Michael turned up late again, he climbed aboard and sat next to Sarah again. The final four passengers on the aircraft were all locals from Turks and Caicos Island who had all been in America on Business, so my family were the only holiday makers on that little flight. This time, Sarah was in the seats behind me and Dawn so I couldn't keep an eye on what she was doing but after being awake for over twenty hours already I actually slept on the four hour flight, even though the small aircraft's seats were the most uncomfortable seats I'd ever sat on and I'd flown Ryanair!

When we reached the hotel, we'd been given adjoining rooms and we lugged our bags into the rooms at six o'clock in the evening and John suggested that we get an early dinner and an early night to try and replenish our sleep bank so that we could start enjoying our sunshine holiday bright and early in the morning. Sarah asked if we could have dinner at a fish restaurant that Michael had told her about, "Michael said that it is the best fish restaurant in the whole Caribbean and it's only six hundred yards from the back door of the hotel."

Even though our dinner would have been free at our hotel, John still acceded to Sarah's request, he figured that as we were getting everything else for free, we may as well splash out on a posh dinner from time to time during our fortnight's holiday.

We all took quick showers and changed out of clothes that we'd worn continuously for twenty-four hours, it was a fluke of coincidence that me, Sarah and Dawn all chose the same dress to wear on our first night in the Caribbean, ultra lightweight white muslin dresses, I wore a white cotton bra and knickers under my dress...all I could see under Dawn and Sarah's dresses were their white bikini-brief knickers and nothing else. John and Peter both wore black slacks and white short sleeved shirts with open collars.

We walked in the dark to the restaurant, Turks and Caicos wasn't big on streetlights and when we arrived at the restaurant we were behind a couple from our own hotel that had walked just ahead of us by a few yards, they were turned away because the restaurant was full and the couple hadn't booked a table. John was about to turn around for the walk back to our hotel but I stopped him, "Go and book a table for five for tomorrow night, if we can't eat here tonight, we may as well try to get a table for tomorrow."

I was standing just behind John when the restaurant's manager walked over to John, I had a slight shock, the face on the man was almost a mirror image of the man who had sat next to Sarah on our long flight out to the Caribbean, same face but slightly longer hair and a smaller body, less rounded and shorter.

John gave his name and asked for a table for tomorrow, the manager checked his table plan, "Would you like the same table tomorrow as you have tonight?"

"We don't have a table booked for tonight!"

"Well, I have a table for five with a sea view for tonight in the name of the Clarke family from Kettering UK..." he traced along the line with his finger, "...it would seem that your table was arranged by Michael Potch, our Minister of Tourism, at twelve-fifteen from Bangor, Maine Airport in America."

Well, that was a hell of a surprise, we had the best table in the restaurant, okay, it was dark and the view wasn't as spectacular as it would have been in the daylight but we sat overlooking the sea...or rather, over the sea, the floor of the restaurant was built like a garden deck, wooden planks with gaps between them and the sea actually rolled under our table, about every seventh wave, the foam spat up between the floorboards, wetting our shoes. As we ate a man came around the tables trying to sell a tour to an uninhabited island on a party boat, he could have been another twin to the man that Sarah had sat next to on the flight out to the Caribbean but much younger...perhaps not a brother...maybe a son.

The man was asking forty dollars a person for a party boat daytrip out to an uninhabited island, all the alcohol we could drink, all the food we could eat on the ninety minute crossing to the island, four hours on the island and ninety minute return journey but John waved him away, "My kids are too young for alcohol so it would be a waste of two hundred dollars!"

There was a suggestion that we could leave the kids at the hotel and just I and John go on the party boat but that dog definitely wouldn't hunt, we couldn't leave the kids alone for five minutes...never mind seven hours or more...there probably wouldn't be any hotel left when we got back if we tried that trick.

I could see that Sarah was very disappointed because her father was turning the offer of a trip on the party boat down and she turned to me and said, "On the aircraft over here, Michael told me that his cousin's party boat was the best day out available on the Island. He told me that if we go and find his cousin's boat, he'd probably give three kids tickets for the price of one adult!"

I could see that Sarah was fighting to keep a smile off of her face when the man selling the trip suddenly realised what she had said, "Hey, you know my Cousin Michael?"

If the guy hadn't looked so much like Michael, I would have assumed he was playing the typical salesman's trick of pretending to be related to a common acquaintance just to make a sale.

"I wouldn't usually offer a reduction for kids, the party boat isn't really designed for children but if our Minister of Tourism has suggested it then I'll agree, so one hundred and twenty dollars for all five of you..." he offered James his right hand, James looked unsure for a moment but eventually he shook hands on the deal.

After the meal, James and I had to agree that we'd probably never had such a good fish meal before. Michael's recommendation was definitely a good one, everything about that restaurant was fantastic, the position of the restaurant over the sea, the staff that worked there and the freshness of the fish. We learnt during the meal that the captain of the party boat was actually the guy that had caught the fish that were being served that night while he was out on a party boat trip.

We went straight to bed after the meal, James and William had one room with twin beds and I had the other room with Dawn and Sarah...me playing piggy in the middle in the large double bed. I couldn't remember the last time James and I had been able to have sex while on our holiday...but, to be honest...I didn't miss it much. I was classed as 'Ultra fertile' just one shag would see me pregnant on twenty days out of my cycle. It wasn't as if John actually rang my bells when he was doing me, it was almost just another part of my housework...a chore rather than any kind of pleasure!

We got an early morning call from reception so that we could have an early breakfast before our trip out on the party boat, I spotted two honeymoon couples and two women eating breakfast early like us and they all had bags with beach accessories at their feet, just like our family, perhaps they were all going on the same trip as us. There was something unusual though, all the women were blonds...well, I was a ginger and my daughters were more sand than ginger or blond but it was unusual in my eyes that we all had hair colouring that wouldn't be seen naturally in the Caribbean.

After breakfast, the eleven of us walked to the harbour where the party boat was moored, apart from me with my bright ginger hair, the women heading for the boat could almost have been sisters from their hair colour and body shape, I was the only one to stand out, bright ginger hair and as much breast mass as all six of the other women put together. Once at the boat we found another dozen people, six men and six women and once again, the women were all blond or had light hair and the women were all really flat chested...it was almost as if the salesman had deliberately targeted women who fit a pattern.

The party boat was moored out in the harbour and at exactly eight o'clock it hauled up its anchor and slipped alongside the quay to pick up the tourists. The boat already seemed crowded when it pulled alongside the quay, there were fourteen rather large, very black men on the boat...seemingly the party boat's crew and by the looks of things, they had all slept on the boat overnight.

The party boat wasn't a speedboat by any stretch of the imagination, it plodded along at around ten miles an hour so it would take roughly ninety minutes to travel the fourteen and a half miles to the uninhabited island to the south of Turks and Caicos...the island was so unimportant that on the charts on the boat it was simply noted as 'Uninhabited Turks and Caicos Island', it didn't even warrant an official name although the locals sometimes called it The Quarantine Island.

The drink was flowing before we left the harbour, the boat was split into roughly three zones, there was an open foredeck for dancing or sunbathing, a salon in the amidships area with a dance floor and seating for when it was too hot or too windy to be out on the foredeck and an open aft section where three members of the boats crew would be fishing. The skipper offered the two men who were on honeymoon the chance of doing a little deep sea fishing at no extra cost while their brides were drinking and dancing. The men had paid eighty dollars for themselves and their wives to be on the party boat but a deep sea fishing trip would have been closer to one hundred dollars each so they jumped at the chance of doing a little sport fishing under the tutelage of professional fishermen.

So, after just ten minutes at sea, Dan and Paul left Sue, Dan's new bride and Amanda, Paul's new bride and slipped out onto the aft deck. We were all dressed for the beach, women and girls in bikinis and men, both passengers and crew, were wearing budgie smugglers. I'd never believed the fairytale that black men were all built like horses but seeing them in their tiny trunks in their flaccid state...I had to say they certainly looked far bigger than any of the English men on the boat and I also have to say that their trunk area had definitely caught Sarah's attention, especially the skipper who was related to Michael from the flight out there.

I was doing more observing than partying, I saw one of the crew talking to the skipper and then the skipper went to a man called Mark and offered him the chance to fish off the aft deck, Mark, like Dan and Paul, jumped at the chance of getting a little fishing in on the aft deck and as soon as he was settled into the special seat and had been strapped in, the crewman who had sent the skipper to make the fishing offer to Mark moved in on Paula, Mark's wife. Mark was John's age but Paula was much younger than him. The crewman paying attention to Paula was called Winston and I watched as the dance turned quickly from simple flirting to a very raunchy...bump and grind dance. Paula's right thigh was between Winston's legs and he was rubbing his flaccid cock against her bikini covered pussy...but it wasn't flaccid for long.

Most of the male tourists filtered out into the aft deck to watch the fishing and to take part in it, I saw Paula and Winston slip away from the foredeck into the main salon. Sarah followed them inside, she went to get another can of cola from the cool box but when she didn't return after a few minutes, I checked on Dawn, she was sunbathing with her nose in a book and the crewmen 'Entertaining' the rest of the women didn't seem to be taking any notice of her so I slipped into the salon area of the boat. I didn't see Sarah in the salon, she wasn't in the area above the salon that was used as the flying bridge either, there was just the helmsman and my son, Peter, up there. Peter was actually steering the boat under the helmsman's supervision.

I checked the crowded aft deck, there were six posh seats with six of the male tourists fighting massive fishing rods while the other men were either helping to haul fish out of the sea or bating hooks or even just watching the actual fishing while awaiting their turn in the seats but Sarah wasn't out there either.

I checked the toilets and then spotted the door that led down below the foredeck, down to the part of the boat that I assumed that the crew would sleep overnight. I opened the door and stepped through it even though it said 'Crew only' on a brass plate screwed to the door. As I started to climb down the stairs, I spotted Sarah, she was about ten feet along the corridor from the bottom of the stairs, she was looking into one of the cabins...she was so engrossed in what she was watching that she didn't hear me walking down the stairway to the lower deck. I got right up to Sarah's side and she was still unaware that I was there. I looked in the room and saw a double bed, Winston was naked now as was Paula and Winston was fucking her rather energetically but she was being kissed by another member of the crew while he was fucking Sue, Dan's new wife...committing adultery just days after getting married.

I'd never actually seen anyone fucking in real life before...it wasn't something that I had ever sought out before, not on the internet, not in a book or magazine...John preferred to have sex in the dark and that was fine by me, he didn't even care if we were naked or not, he wasn't really into lovemaking, he just had a need and got rid of it as fast as possible in my body. It was a good thing he didn't have a big sex drive too or our three kids could easily have been ten by now.

I was actually fascinated at the sight of two black men screwing the two blond women, I thought that I would have been disgusted by the adulterous and interracial aspect of the act but in the end, I was just angry at Sarah for straying into the private area of the boat. I grabbed her arm and she almost jumped out of her skin because she was so engrossed in the performance going on in front of her. I pulled her down the passageway to the stairs up to the public salon. I made Sarah sit close to her sister even though that irked Dawn no end but I wanted to keep them both close to me as well as use them as a shield between me and the black crewmen.

Sue returned first, she had lost her bikini top and as she walked it was obvious from the dark stain between her legs that her cunt was dripping wet, turning her red bikini bottoms almost black she was leaking so much fluid. Sarah watched Sue climb onto a lounger on the other side of the foredeck, she had a Cuba Libre in a tall glass with a ton of ice in it, I saw the cogs in Sarah's head whirring, she was actually comparing her own breasts with Sue's, even though Sarah was almost ten years younger than Sue, Sarah's breasts were the same size as Sue's and the same shape..."Mum, can I sunbathe topless as we're so far away from the island?"

"No darling, if your father saw you topless, he'd kill you first for going topless and then he'd kill me for letting you go topless!"

Well, Sarah certainly wasn't impressed by my refusal to allow her to go topless...almost as unimpressed as she was when I pulled her away from the micro orgy going on in the cabin below.

During the ninety minute crossing to the uninhabited island, the other twelve women all went below with different members of the crew...even the helmsman had a turn with one of the female tourists while the skipper stood with Peter in the wheelhouse of the boat. As each of the women reappeared out on the foredeck they were topless and had the look of true satisfaction on their faces.

We were just approaching the beach on the small island when John came through from the salon, he stopped in his tracks when he saw all the bare tits on the twelve women lying around the sundeck, he spoke to me but his eyes never came close to me, he was scanning all the small titted women lounging in the sun, "Something's going on..."

I stopped myself saying, 'Well done Einstein ...what gave it away?'

"...there's a police or coastguard boat chasing us!"

I looked over the side of the boat, I could just see the larger boat with flashing blue lights racing towards us at high speed, it would definitely reach us before we would have a chance to land on the beach. Peter throttled the party boat's engine back and turned the bow of the boat away from the island and towards the police cutter.

We were boarded by two policemen and a doctor, everyone's temperature was taken with an electronic thermometer in our ears and then we were told that we tourists would all have to transfer to the police cutter to get us back to Grand Turk as quickly as possible. Well, not quite all of us, two French tourists were left on the party boat because they had temperatures that were two or three degrees fahrenheit above normal. Leaving the hotel so early, we'd missed the international news, France had closed its borders, the day before, a cruise ship had been refused permission to enter French territorial waters. The Marella Dream cruise ship had been cruising Spain's Mediterranean coast out of Malaga and had been heading for Toulon but the ship was told that no one would be allowed ashore in Toulon who had been in Spain in the past seven days...that was the first shot in what we called The Chinese Disease outside of China.

The police cutter could reach three times the speed of the party boat and it was being pushed to its limit to get us back to the main island as quickly as possible. The police were explaining as we rocketed through the calm sea that France had totally closed its borders yesterday and Germany had done the same this morning and Spain had been forced to follow suit.

John asked the officer in charge, "What about the UK?"

"They still have their borders open at the moment but that isn't the problem...every flight out of Turks and Caicos have to go via America, Jamaica or Barbados but we have twenty flights to America for every flight to either of the other two islands."

We were taken by the police to our hotel by bus, but while the other guests from our hotel were being fussed around by their holiday company reps organising taxis to the airport and flights over to America for onward flights to their own countries. France had closed its borders to foreign nationals but was still allowing French nationals to enter the country. There was a massive rush to get people home because America was making noises like they were thinking of closing their hub airports to international passengers. Some thought that it could be in retaliation for European countries refusing American's passage through their countries to get home to America.

We didn't have a holiday rep, we weren't on a package holiday like everyone else, we'd won our holiday and had been 'Slotted-in', the hotel had two un-booked rooms and the new holiday company, that we had won our holiday through, had simply filled the rooms for the fortnight with my little family.

John, being the kind of man that he was, had actually taken out an insurance policy and even though we hadn't actually paid for the holiday he had managed to get full cover for the holiday including medical cover as well as repatriation in the event of natural disaster...John had worried that there could be a hurricane, an earthquake or even a volcanic eruption and he wanted to be sure that we'd all get home no matter what happened. John contacted the insurance company and was told to go straight to the airport and pay for any flight home that he could get...whatever it cost would be reimbursed as soon as we got home...so that's what we did.

Just getting a taxi to the airport was hard enough, holiday reps were snapping up almost everything with four wheels to get their customers out of the town and over to the airport. When we got there we waited for six hours and John managed to get just three seats on the last flight to leave the island today. The flight was to New York, due to land there at eleven o'clock and there were lots of seats on the six AM flight from New York to London Heathrow.

John wanted me to take the girls on that flight, he and Peter would hang around at the airport and be in the queue for the first flight out in the morning.

I had to disagree, if I took the girls to England we'd have difficulty in getting from Heathrow to Kettering as I couldn't drive his car which was waiting at Heathrow airport's long stay car park.

"You take Peter and Dawn home on this flight, I'll stay at the airport here with Sarah and get the first flight back to England...that way I could take a flight to any English airport and you could collect us from wherever we land in your car, your parents would look after Peter and Dawn for the day while you fetch us."

John wasn't happy but he could see the sense in what I was saying and he agreed...mind you, if he had seen the 'Going's on' on the party boat...seen Sarah watching four people fucking on the same double bed, seen twelve women coming back to the sun deck after being well satisfied by black strangers...he probably wouldn't have been so happy to leave us on the island alone...I think he would have passed the three tickets he had to the people next in line in the queue.

We had a storm of kisses all around and John took Dawn and Peter through to the departure area leaving me and Sarah still standing at the American Airlines desk, the queue behind us was almost as long as it was when we arrived at the ticket desk so I wasn't about to leave my place...even if I had to stand there all night waiting. I'd actually managed to book two advanced tickets for a flight in three days time, the earliest, advanced bookable spaces, left on American Airlines aircraft...but...if I stood there at that desk and seats became available on earlier aircraft, I could exchange my later tickets with just a small administration fee, but those seats would only become available thirty minutes before the aircraft was due to take off to be sure that the people who had booked those seats hadn't turned up. I was quite prepared to stand at that ticket counter for the next three days to try and ensure that Sarah and I got off the island as soon as possible.

We heard, rather than saw, the aircraft take off carrying John, Dawn and Peter to America, they would fly for four hours, land in New York at eleven o'clock at night and hang around New York airport until six o'clock tomorrow morning and take off again for England, arriving there by five o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow...after twenty-four hours on the road as it were.

There was a sudden surprise, out from the office behind the American Airlines ticket desk strolled Michael Potch, Turks and Caicos' Minister for Tourism, he had sheets of laser printed self adhesive labels in his hand with American Airlines logo at the top and a large number in the body of the label and a clipboard with a grid of squares corresponding to the numbers printed on the sticky labels which he handed to the American Airways worker to administer.

Michael announced that on medical advice the airport was being closed until four o'clock in the morning, he told everyone in the queue to stay in position and the staff would issue a label and take a note of how many tickets we each needed for our parties., "In the morning, anyone with a ticket for a flight timed to leave at six AM will be allowed into the airport building at four o'clock...those of you in this queue shouldn't turn up until five thirty when staff will know if there are any free spaces on flights to America and they will take passengers with the lowest number from the list.

I was asked how many tickets I had for future flights, I produced my two tickets and she stuck the first sticker on the front of my passport and my name as well as the fact that I had two future tickets. As she was showing me a map of the area around the airport, she pointed to a shaded area in the car park where the senior managers from the airport would usually park their cars out of the sunlight. As she was describing what I had to do the following day, I saw Michael and Sarah were deep in conversation..."I said...be here just before five thirty in the morning, you will have your temperature taken and if both of you in your party have normal temperatures, you will be placed in the queue, consummate to the number that I have just fixed to the front of your passport. You must remain in that position though, if you leave it you will be issued with a new number further down the list."

I had been slightly distracted by Michael's conversation with Sarah. I didn't catch everything being said but I did hear, "I'm sorry that I didn't make it to the party boat this morning...all this shit broke out just before I was about to leave home to join you on the boat...I was really looking forward to being your first black lover...I know that you aren't a virgin any more but so far, only boys around your own age have fucked you but I would have proved that once you've had black...you can never go back!"

I expected to see Sarah blushing at what Michael was saying...I certainly was and I got the feeling that Sarah's meeting with Michael Potch on the flight out to Turks and Caicos was no accident.

When we tried to get from the hotel to the airport, taxi's were as rare as hen's teeth but now, outside the airport, we were almost killed under the crush of taxi drivers trying to get our custom to take us back to the hotel. We sat in silence for half of the trip to our hotel before I finally looked over at Sarah and said, "So...how did you and Michael really meet then?"

Now she blushed, I could see that there were cogwheels turning in her head, the thoughts sparking in her head were, 'Should I tell her the truth or not?'

I headed her choice off at the pass by adding, "If I think that you're being less than truthful with me, I won't let you out of my sight for one moment until we are safely home in Kettering...probably not for a while after that either!"

"I was in a chat room, Michael put up a message saying that he was visiting England on business and wondered where the prettiest young girls lived in England. No one answered him so I did, I told him that it had to be Kettering, because that was where I lived."

"And?"

"He can never get as far away from London as Kettering when he's on business but we've been chatting. He told me that he was the Turks and Caicos' government representative for tourism and he asked me if I've ever been to the Caribbean. I told him that dad would love to go somewhere like that but since we were all classed as adults on flights, it was just much too expensive for us all to go so far and that we've had to put up with holidaying in England even though dad would have loved to go spear fishing or sport fishing for big fish somewhere hot.

"So you've been talking to Michael for a while then?"

She nodded her head, "We got talking about sex...actually, I'm a little old for him and...well, I guess you heard him saying that I wasn't a virgin, he actually prefers girls of fifteen years old or younger who are still virgins. I sent him pictures of me in my bikini, then he asked for a picture of Dawn and you so I sent him those as well, then he asked me lots of questions about dad, things like, what his email address was and the things that he is good at, the things that he likes to do. I didn't realise that he would use what I told him about dad to fake a holiday competition that was tailored to dad winning...that's how we all got out here to The Turks and Caicos Islands...unfortunately this Chinese flu thing took over before we could do anything!"

"What else did he tell you while I was busy?"

"He told me that we should go to the fish restaurant for our dinner tonight...everyone that had tables booked have probably already left the island so it won't be anywhere as busy as it was last night. The owner and Michael will be the only two there apart from us..." she looked at me, her jaw was tight, "...can we go please mum? Even though things haven't quite turned out as Michael had planned, I'd still like to thank him properly for the holiday."

The conversation was cut short by our arrival at our hotel, I dragged our one case up to our bedrooms...we still had two rooms because that was what had been arranged for our two weeks holiday. I hoisted the heavy case onto my bed and opened it. I burst out laughing and called Sarah. She came through the connecting door wearing just her knickers and bra with a towel in her hand, she was about to have her shower when I called her.

"Are you okay mum?"

I fought to stop laughing and nodded in the direction of the open case, "Are you going to wear Peter's clothes or your father's to go out to the restaurant tonight dear?"

Sarah rushed over and pulled at the clothes in the case...one of the drawbacks to having the thirty inch tall suitcase, we could get most of our clothes into two of them for a fortnight's beach holiday. John had chosen the heaviest case to take with him...just because we were planning on leaving the island in twelve to fourteen hours time and he had to rush to catch his flight so we didn't have any time to repack the cases before he left.

"Well, we'll just have to wear what we have on now, wash out our underwear when we get back from dinner and hang them on the balcony to dry overnight. Our dresses will survive for two days."

"Erm mum, you're forgetting that we have to be at the airport at five thirty in the morning, there won't be enough time for our things to dry out, especially overnight, there isn't enough wind around here and there is far too much humidity. We need to wash them out now so that they can have at least an hour of evening sunlight to dry them out a little...we'll bring them in off the balcony and hang them in the bathroom before the night air gets to them before we go out."

"So what do you suggest we wear to the restaurant for dinner...your father's underpants and vest?"

"Well...it isn't like we need to wear underwear for warmth; we could just go out wearing our dresses and nothing under them!"

"You're okay...your light hair won't show through your white dress but my bright ginger bush with glow through mine without something covering my arse!"

Sarah suddenly got a glint in her eye and she smiled...that devilish smile she has, "Erm mum, I made a little change on Saturday night before we left for Heathrow...I used one of dad's disposable razors and a little of his shaving cream to make myself beach-ready...under my arms...my legs and..." Sarah pulled the front of her knickers down and where there should have been short, curly blond hairs...there was just baby soft skin. "...we have the boy's suitcase so we also have dad's wash bag with his shaving stuff in it...it'll only take you five minutes to deforest and then you can safely wear your white dress without any knickers under it!"

"I don't see how going out to a restaurant with no bra and knickers on under my thin lightweight dress could be, exactly, classed as safe!"

Sarah giggled and held up a pair of John's 'Y-front' underpants and his wash bag..."The choice is yours!"

I snatched John's wash bag from her hands and stomped off to the bathroom.

I called over my shoulder, "Make sure that you rinse out all of the soap from your knickers when you wash them, the hard soap won't be as kind tomorrow if it isn't all rinsed out properly."

I washed my bra and knickers out in the hand basin and then wrapped myself in a large towel before popping my wet clothes out on the balcony to catch the last of the evening sunshine...Sarah was doing the same but while I was swaddled in a large fluffy towel, Sarah was totally naked. She hung her bra and knickers over the small line and then pirouetted in the sun..."Don't you wish we could do this at home mum?"

"If you did that at home darling, you'd freeze your tits off!"

"I mean in the summer...not at this time of the year!"

"You mean the two days a year when the rain stops for an hour?"

Sarah laughed and danced back into her room and on to take her shower in readiness for our evening trip to the best fish restaurant on the island.

Sarah did her face and hair while I was denuding my carrot patch and taking my shower, she came through to my bathroom with her pallet and paint set, she did my hair and face to match her own, we could have been twins but for the fact that my tits were bigger than hers and while her hair was fair, mine was bright ginger. We left our hotel arm in arm, we both wore our short white summer dresses with our tits bouncing about as we walked to the fish restaurant.

Such a difference in just twenty-four hours, yesterday people were queuing out of the door and the restaurant was buzzing, packed to the rafters with tourists having a good time...tonight, the doors were closed, there was no music, not even any lights on in the building.

I said, "Well, it looks like they're closed tonight!"

We turned and were about to start back to our own hotel to see if their restaurant was open when a BMW slipped to a halt at our side, Michael Potch stepped out, "Changed your minds girls?"

I let go of Sarah's arm, "It looks like they didn't bother to open tonight as everyone is running for home!"

"Kingston is here, I've just spoken to him on the phone, we just need to knock on the door and he'll come out of the kitchen and open up for us."

"Who's Kingston?"

"One of my many cousins...he cooked your dinner last night, he saw you all from the kitchen...he liked you, loved your ginger hair and your body shape. My brother has lent us the restaurant for the evening...most of his staff are trying to get home to their own islands, fortunately for us, Kingston is from here so he's not trying to get home, and he's the best cook on the whole island.

Once in the restaurant, we were seated at the same large table over the sea that we'd sat at the day before, the music system was sparked up...yesterday it was typical Caribbean music, steel drums, reggae, calypso and gangsta rap music but today, the music was mainly love songs and smoochy dance music. While Kingston was cooking our meal, Michael and Sarah were alternating between dancing to the music and snogging without a care for the fact that I was there watching them as they kissed.

Kingston served our starters and left the three of us to eat. When he returned, he had four plates on his tray, the fish in our main course had been caught on the party boat on our way over to the uninhabited island...possibly even caught by my own husband. The fourth plate was for Kingston, he joined us at our table for dinner.

It was definitely a little social engineering on Michael's part, he wanted Sarah and he was providing me with his cousin to keep me occupied while he played with Sarah.

All the way through the meal, Michael chatted with Sarah and Kingston kept me entertained and amused, his topic of conversation was limited to cooking, fucking and the history of the islands. I pigged out on beautifully cooked and served Yellow Tailed Snapper served with local roasted vegetables. While Kingston took the dinner plates back to the kitchen, Michael and Sarah danced together again, I started out watching them but then decided to move over the balustrade and look out over the sea. Aircraft may have stopped flying out of the island at five PM but boats hadn't stopped and there was a string of boats slipping out of the harbour and heading for neighbouring Caribbean islands.

I was aware of Kingston's return, he placed four pieces of Key Lime Pie on our table and refilled the four wine glasses. I would have returned to the table to eat my pudding but my attention was focussed out to sea, the police cutter that had returned us to the main island was stopping a boat coming towards the island, they were doing health checks out in the bay before they would allow the boat to land.

I felt hands on my ribs, Kingston had stepped in behind me, he pressed his hips against my buttocks and then slid his hands up, over my ribs, his left hand heading for my left breast, his right hand for the right. He was swinging his hips from side to side, allowing his cock to grow inside his trousers against my cotton covered buttocks.

On any other day in my life I would have pushed the black man away from me but today...after all the sex that was going on aboard the party boat and finding out that the whole holiday was engineered by my seventeen year old daughter to meet a stranger who was basically just an open paedophile looking to have sex with young girls...reading between the lines, after having sex with Sarah, Michael would expect Sarah to introduce him to Dawn, her younger sister. So I'd been in a highly sexual environment for most of the day...I did a quick calculation, today was one of the four days this month when I was safe from falling pregnant and not actually bleeding like a stuck pig.

Sarah sighed deeply behind me, I turned my head to look over my left shoulder to see what Sarah and Michael were doing together to make her sigh so deeply. Kingston's right hand left my breast and slipped up to my right cheek, turning my head a little further so that he could kiss me over my shoulder. As we kissed, his hand slipped down again but not to my right breast this time, his hand went all the way to my bum and he stroked it over my buttocks before returning to my breast.

I didn't have my eyes closed as I kissed Kingston, I could see Michael from behind, Sarah hidden from my view by his massive body...until that is, he turned slightly and I spotted that Sarah was totally naked and she had his cock in her hand, like a black mamba snake.

Kingston swung his hips from right to left again but this time, things were much warmer through my dress against my bum. I pulled my lips from his and looked down, I could see his trousers gathered around his ankles...he hadn't been rubbing my bum, he'd been opening his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. This pass, when his cockhead rubbed over the crevice between my bum cheeks, he stopped moving and pushed into me...pushing the thin cotton of my dress between my inner thighs.

Sarah sighed again and then she giggled, I looked back again, Michael had picked Sarah up off of the floor and he had dropped her on top of the table that we'd been eating at, dropping her into four slices of Key Lime Pie and knocking over four glasses of white wine. Sarah's head was thrashing from side to side, Michael had more than half of the length of his cock in her cunt and was fucking her slowly and driving her through a massive orgasm. I spotted Kingston's foot move in my peripheral vision, he lifted it off the floor and rubbed his toes between my calves. I knew exactly what he wanted and his lips were against mine again. I opened my legs for him as we kissed.

Movement was swift once I'd opened my legs. Hands left my breasts while his tongue snaked into my mouth. I felt fingers against my hips and then the heat of his cock stepped up a degree as he pulled the back of my dress up, allowing his cockhead to bury itself between my thighs on its way to my cunt. We had to break our kiss as my dress passed my head and was thrown over the nearest chair to keep it away from the water splashing under the restaurant's floor.

I was a little worried at first as I was being taken from behind...was Kingston heading for the back door but I sighed in relief as his cockhead nuzzled against my labia, pushing my pussy lips apart. I was totally naked in the restaurant but didn't give a damn as Kingston worked his magic on me from behind.

'John would have been finished by now!' flashed through my head but Kingston was nowhere close to finishing off. I was pulled away from the balustrade and turned to face Sarah and Michael, Sarah was now face down on the table, her back was covered in desert and now Michael was pushing her breasts and belly into the paste made from pie and wine all over the table. I just stood there with my hands on my knees watching Michael fucking my daughter doggy style. I assumed that he was fucking her conventionally because he was using quite a lot of force and she didn't seem to be in any pain.

Michael pulled his hips away quickly, "Fuck! I nearly shot up you there...you're really fucking tight for a girl who has had so many men before me!"

Michael turned Sarah back onto her back and looked over at me and Kingston as he fed his cock back into her body, "Bring mummy over here Kingston...she said that she liked Key Lime Pie, she can eat this!" as he said that, Michael slapped the side of Sarah's breast sending her over the edge into yet another orgasm as Kingston shuffled me closer to the table and he pushed me forward, forcing my mouth against my daughter's breast to eat crushed pie and wine from her young body.

I hadn't actually started to orgasm while I was standing upright and being fucked from behind...I think concentration on staying on my feet was masking the pleasure of the fuck but once my upper body hit the tabletop and I didn't need to balance, Kingston threw me into the deepest and most powerful orgasm I'd ever had in my life and I started eating titty-pie as Michael drove is cock hard into Sarah's body. He managed to get most of his cock into her body before he exploded into her. He stepped away quickly and wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling my face down my daughter's body, pushing my head between her legs, forcing my mouth over her pussy where his salty stream was running from her body.

I'd never tasted semen before...mind you, I'd never tasted a woman's pussy before either. John wasn't sexually adventurous at all, he'd never even suggested that we had sex in anything other than the missionary position and his cock had never been in my body for more than two or three minutes...not like Kingston, he'd already been in my body for at least fifteen minutes and now he was hammering his cock into me so hard that his balls were slapping against my newly denuded pubic mound. I'd already been fucked for longer tonight than John would fuck me in a good year and Kingston was still going strong.

Michael's fist was still tangled in my hair and because I wasn't licking my daughter out as he'd wanted me to, he pulled my face up and forced his flaccid cock into my mouth. He was basically using my mouth to get himself hard again. As his cock slipped into my mouth he was flaccid but his cock was the equal of my husband's in length if not quite as fat but as he rubbed his cock in and out of my mouth it started to lengthen and get fatter to the point that I was suffering from jaw strain trying to accommodate him.

Michael said, "Are you going to come in mummy Kingston?"

"No cousin...I'm saving my sauce for more tender meat!"

"Okay then, I'm ready to go again so we can swap now if you don't want to fill mummy up."

Kingston pulled back the way he had done a thousand times so far in the thirty minutes he'd been fucking me but this time, instead of pushing back in, he stepped away, walked behind Michael as I was lifted off of my chest by Michael and flipped like I was a rag doll...and I really was like a rag doll, after orgasming for so long, none of my muscles were actually under any kind of control...I actually thought that I'd been pounded so hard by Kingston that my muscles had all been pounded into jelly.

I was still airborne as Kingston plugged his cock into my daughter but while Michael had fought hard and only managed to get just over half the length of his cock sheathed in my daughter's cunt, Kingston buried his cock to the root, his black curly pubic hair forming a moustache above Sarah's pussy.

My back hit the table top...well, almost hit the table top, my landing was cushioned by a pad of sugary mouse and wine, hitting the mess caused splatter to fly over Sarah's body. I started to chuckle at the tidal wave of pudding hitting my daughter but that mirth was soon knocked out of me. I'd been fucked hard by Kingston for thirty minutes but as Michael fed his cock into my body I gasped in discomfort as Michael's cock forced my cunt lips open and then a gasp of pain as Michael forced his cock up me to the hilt, the discomfort of my labia being stretched overwhelmed by actual pain in my stomach as Michael stretched my vagina out of shape, forcing it up into the womb void.

Once Michael got his cock all the way in me he started pounding away, I hit my orgasm ahead of Sarah but only a second or two and I had chained orgasms until I blacked out from lack of oxygen after about five minutes of starting.

When I returned to the room with a pounding headache, Sarah was trying to clean pudding off of my body and asking me if I was okay. There wasn't much cleaning going on though, there was a limit to what could be wiped away by paper serviettes. Sarah reminded me that we only had the one dress each until we got home so we'd have to be really clean before we put our dresses back on, "Michael says that there is a beach shower on the public beach at the side of the restaurant...it's only cold water but we can take soap and towels from here to use outside!"

I'd never been naked in public in my life before, I'd certainly never been naked in front of Sarah for at least eleven years and I stopped taking her into the bath with me. Being naked in the restaurant was outside my comfort zone...fucking in front of others was doubly so but the thought of us going out into public...outside the restaurant...in the nude to shower off pudding and wine from my body was triply so but I let Sarah pull me through the fire exit from the side of the restaurant and out onto the beach. The beach shower was fifty feet from the restaurant so we had to run across cold damp sand to get there.

Just a few hours ago the sand on the beach would have been so hot that walking on it would have been uncomfortable, I was amazed at just how quickly the sand cooled down once the sun went down. We stood under the showerhead together to make the cleaning process as quick as possible.

I tried not to think about how many people could be out and about at that time of night...at least with the tourists flooding out of the island all day, there wasn't the thousands of people that there could have been but there were still local men hanging around. Once all the pie and wine was washed away, Sarah and I ran back to the restaurant before starting to dry ourselves. As I ran through the fire exit, the lights inside the restaurant lighting my body up, I looked towards the road and saw at least ten men were standing along the esplanade wall that had been watching me and my daughter washing ourselves.

Michael was talking on his mobile phone when we got back and started drying ourselves off.

"I've got a little bad news girls, so far we've found forty tourists with high temperatures that could be the Chinese bug but we don't have any tests to be sure...America has banned flights to Europe but not the UK yet but they won't allow us to send any more flights through American airports until we know what's going on with the tourists with high temperatures. We have the two French people that were on the party boat with you this morning, twenty Italians, five Spanish and thirteen Germans so far."

"So what about me and Sarah...what do we do?"

"Enjoy your holiday as much as you can but you might find that you'll be quarantined in your hotel until we know if the Chinese bug is present on the island."

The next morning I checked in with the government back in the UK to see what was going on. They were surprised to find that Sarah and I were still on the island, because we hadn't taken the traditional package holiday route out to Turks and Caicos, we weren't on the official list and it seemed that Sarah and I were the only English tourists left on the islands, in one way it was a good thing, almost everybody had reached home or were in the air on their way home, in flight or in transit in America but there was a bad side as well, as there were only two of us, the government couldn't put on a rescue flight to fetch us. The other bad thing was that the local airports were actually too small to take aircraft capable of flying non-stop to the UK so our only way out would be via a larger island or America!

By lunch time America had stopped all flights to the UK, closing its borders to the UK like the rest of Europe.

We had sandwiches delivered to our rooms at lunch time, a massive change from the food we'd eaten for the last two days. Because most of the tourists had left the hotel, the management really wanted to lay their staff off and just close the hotel for a few days until the tourists returned and they really wanted us out of their hotel.

Michael Potch came to our rescue, the prime minister had told Michael to move all remaining tourists into one hotel to allow all the other hotels to close down but in the process of moving us, he lost me and Sarah in the shuffle and we ended up at his house instead of the isolation hotel.

I didn't actually feel guilty about committing adultery with two men on my first night away from my husband. I did feel a little guilty about screwing at the side of my seventeen year old daughter...but only a little guilty, it didn't stop me doing it over and over again.

As Sarah and I only had one dress and one set of underwear each, we were forced to wash them and hang them out on the small drying frame out on the balcony, we got used to walking around the rooms and the balcony area in the nude all day, just dressing when the sun went down and it got a little cooler...not cold by any stretch of the imagination, at night, the island's temperature dropped down to twenty degrees centigrade which was about as hot as we would usually get it at mid day in the summer where we lived in the UK. In the end I got very brown from the sun with no white lines at all and I became very comfortable walking around naked all day.

I rang John every day once he got home, we'd been told locally that the lockdown would last just a few days at worst but in the UK they were hinting at two to three months before things even started to return to normal. I was really glad that I'd discovered recreational sex to take my mind off of being separated from my husband and two of my children.

I'd had to sort out some emergency contraception though, I'd only been safe to fuck for the first eight days, four of those days I'd be bleeding heavily but the islanders had a remedy for that, a small sliver of local natural sponge that could be inserted over the mouth of the cervix to soak up the blood during sex and washed as soon as the sex was over. I actually chose the birth control implants for me and Sarah to save either of us taking a black baby home after our extended holiday.

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