One of the greatest lovemaking sessions of my life occurred a few years ago, while I was vacationing in the British Virgin Islands. I had been staying on one particular island while taking day sails to other islands in the immediate area. One evening I found myself dining at a very romantic outdoor cafe. My companion, Lilly, was dressed in a very lovely loose-hanging, black island-type evening dress.

We wined and dined and had a great time reflecting on the day we had spent snorkeling in crystal-clear waters. After dinner we decided to stroll along a nearby sea wall that separated the beach from a string of villas. The evening was clear and the stars sparkled like proverbial diamonds. Lilly suggested that we kick off our shoes and stroll along the beach. In a few moments we were hand in hand with our feet in the Caribbean. I suggested that we relax in one of the nearby lounging chairs.

Lilly leaned back and became enraptured looking up at the stars. I moved down on the chair until I was kneeling in the sand. I began to massage Lilly’s legs and thighs through the folds of her dress. She began moaning and urging me to continue. I fervently continued my activities until I had her dress raised high above her hips. My face was buried between her legs and I nibbled her cunt through her sheer panties. Her panties were becoming extremely moist from the combination of my tongue and her passion.

“Please fuck me,” she said. “I want to come while looking up at this glorious sky.”

I continued my sucking after gently slipping off her panties. Her pussy was like a pot of nectar as I twirled my tongue and nibbled at her lips. I could sense her approaching orgasm, and when she exploded she just about jumped off the chair.

“Fuck me, fuck me right now,” she pleaded.

Quickly I slipped my cock out of my white duck trousers and pressed the tip of my member against her opening. I wanted to tease a bit, but she would have no part of that. Lilly thrust herself upward from the chair, and suddenly I was deep inside her steaming cunt. I don’t remember how many times Lilly came that evening, but I do know that it was a night I’ll never forget.

I’m writing this letter in order to let Lilly know just how much that evening meant to me, and if you choose to publish it, I’ll make sure she reads it while I’m down between her legs enjoying my favorite pastime.

I guess I forgot to mention that Lilly is my lawfully wedded wife and has been for twenty-five years.