A Loving Wife Dies: Bora Bora - Sex Stories

A Loving Wife Dies: Bora Bora

... agencies and found a good one for three months in a hotel in Bora Bora. The travel agency arranged a six months visa for him to French Polynesia, and he could also get a two months extension to be spent on the island. Before setting off on his journey he went to the cemetery and pissed on his wife’s tomb. He had deliberately drunk a liter of low-fat milk before his piss ceremony. He changed planes several times to get to Papetee, and then he spent a week in Tahiti just to have a good look around before flying in a small plane to Bora Bora. He had been to tropical countries before and the only thing he hated about them was the mosquito. Much to his delight there were not any of them here in Polynesia at all. He went to the beach every day, enjoyed swimming far out in the ocean, and rent a bicycle to become even fitter while cycling around the beautiful island. The Hotel staff quickly learnt that he liked low fat milk. As the hotel was not a particularly enormous one, the permanent guests got to know each other by sight soon. This was how Max got acquainted with a fifty-five year old woman who seemed to follow him everywhere he went. She turned up beside Max on the beach, at the tennis court, at the breakfast table, at lunch, at dinner, and she even hired a bicycle, thus meeting him on the road as well. She watched him and noted with interest that he drank low-fat milk instead of beer. She was in a very good shape, and though mostly as a result of regular exercise, working out ...

... in the gym, and the miracles of plastic surgery, Max still liked to look at her. She was tall, not slim but not at all fat either, and she had “C” cup breasts, which were rather well-formed and still in their right place too. Her hair and her eyes were brown, but her eyes were a bit lighter shade. All in all, she was a nice lady just past her prime. Max could not resist staring at her, and she recognized his appreciative glances. Max heard her name from the hotel staff. It was Mrs. Thomas. And as we live in a modern world, it was actually she who made the first steps towards him. She even dared to ask him straight about his strange habit to drink milk instead of beer at meals. It was amazing how naturally everything came to her. “Do you mind if I sit beside you?” she asked, as a matter of fact, after she had already positioned herself on the chair next to his at the breakfast table. Max was totally surprised. “No, not at all,” he managed to reply, blushing. She boldly inquired, “You're a long time guest in the hotel, aren’t you?” “Well, I arrived at the beginning of January and I’m planning to stay for three months at least.” “As for me, I came here after Christmas and I've the 6 months maximum visa to French Polynesia. I think it is better to introduce ourselves to each other, because we'll be here together for a long time.” “I agree. I’m simply Max.” “I’m Agnes. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you, too. We, the long time guests, are a closed society here in the hotel. As ...