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few days topless and I do look from behind my sunglasses, they don’t do anything for me. Only Madison affects me anymore. When Madison put on her bikini and her voice sweetly asked me to adjust her straps in the back, I knew that was my green light to go forward and never adjust them. The very tiny patch of fabric held by two strings fell to the floor and her bottoms soon followed. I took our beach towel that she held in her hand and laid it under her head as I laid her across the bed. From the window I could see the expanse of the ocean, but below me was the greatest view, my wife’s naked body waiting to welcome me.
    Although our stay was mostly on the French side of the island, we did travel all over. One Friday night we found a really cool spot. It was called Karaktar and it was on the beach of the Dutch side. It was a bar that was an old school bus and they served tapas. Madison was not drinking now at all, and I certainly limited myself with alcohol around her. Hell I didn’t need any additional influence to feel better or to get me in a mood. Just being with my wife—yeah saying wife still sounds so weird—is so cool. I can write lyrics and sing songs, but there are so many moments I am tongue tied around this woman. I even get nervous from time to time and she thinks I am acting cool.
    So, now here we are seated on this beach out of sight on a beautiful evening and I am just looking at her knowing that I would lay down my life for this woman by my side. That no one will come between us. We put up with too much of that crap from her ex-husband. There doesn’t have to be any words exchanged between us at this moment, because all I can think of is that this is perfect. I rest my hand lightly on the side of her head and hold it there and then I stroke the side of her face and a smile purses her lips. She gives me that sultry look that has begun to come more frequently since she became pregnant. Her hand rests on my thigh and I lift it to my lips. I think she thought I would move it someplace else but this is one of those times when it’s not about sex. Just being with her makes my whole world complete. Madison pulls her hand away from mine, and places it lightly on my neck and tips me to her mouth. She is awaiting “just a kiss”. No kiss with her is ever “just a kiss”, they always make my stomach drop. I open my eyes for a moment to look at her face as I am kissing her in the evening light and there is a sudden break in the shine from the lit torches that casts the shadow of someone coming toward us. I don’t want to retreat from her lips, and I don’t want us interrupted as she feels so incredibly good. I want to keep kissing my wife much longer, but then I hear a person clear their throat to alert us that they are here. “Hello there,” we hear from a male voice. I look up with my face clearly displaying satisfaction from my love’s wet lips, but confused about who is interrupting our moment.
    We look up to see an island local extending his hand to us in greeting. He looks familiar. I realize that he was at the microphone performing when we entered the bar. “Well hi there,” I say to him not feeling the need to say more. Madison however perks up and joins right on in the conversation,
    “You sang well. My husband here is a singer in the States.”
    “My Name is Dex. I overheard the waitress earlier talking with your wife, and she told me that you were in a rock band.”
    “Yep, news travels fast here,” I replied still uncertain as to why he walked over in the darkness to us. I had to get a slight dig in that we may have wanted a moment alone so I continued, “Yeah, I play and sing, but now all I’m concentrating on is singing love songs to my new wife.” I smiled back to him thinking he would excuse himself now and leave, but I was wrong.
    “Well, we’d love to hear you play a song for us if you could.” He waited patiently for me to answer. I looked at Madison, and of course she smiled