chapter 9

In the morning, they flew first class from the Hartford airport to Miami. From Miami, they took a charter flight to a small island in the Caribbean. When they landed, a van with open sides picked them up, loaded their luggage and took them to the beach house. Dinah had sent instructions to the local staff to have everything ready. When they arrived, the staff was lined up in front. Two cooks, two maids, and two butlers. One of the maids had a tray with Mai Tai's arranged on it. One of the cooks had a tray with roasted meats and cheeses to snack on.

"I'd like for you to meet Maurice," said Dinah. "He's an amazing chef. You're going to love his cooking."

Maurice was a tall man with the blackest skin that Ted or Betty had ever seen. When he talked, he had a deep voice with a slight accent. Imagine if James Earl Jones had been raised in Jamaica. He smiled, and with a small bow said, "Thank you ma'am." He turned to Betty and Ted. "I'll do everything I can to make sure that you eat well while you're here."

Betty gave a rueful grin. "I'm sure you will, Maurice. I would expect nothing less."

The sun was shining, the sea was washing up on the shore, the breeze was light and comfortable. The three each took a Mai Tai and walked to the water's edge. Maurice and a maid followed with platters of snacks. There were sling chairs set up on the beach, which all three made use of. Once settled, they all noshed on the snacks and soaked in the sun and breeze. It was late afternoon, and they had another round of drinks, and more snacks. As the sun began to settle in the western sky, one of the cooks whispered to Dinah.

"Dinner is ready!" declared Dinah. The three of them roused themselves and went to the large patio where a lavish feast was laid out. All kinds of seafood, several meat dishes, rice dishes, potato dishes, various greens and then a remarkable display of desserts. They sat down and the staff filled their plates. As the three worked off the mounds of food on their plates, the staff came around and offered more. Which, considering how wonderful it smelled, none of them were turning down. The tropical setting was intoxicating, which led Ted and Betty to give up any remaining reservations. They dug in, dish after dish. A month of heavy meals had thoroughly stretched their stomachs, and tonight they made use of the new capacity they had created. The conversation was lively, with Dinah thoroughly enjoying seeing her daughter and son-in-law eating, and eating, and eating some more. As the night wore on, the three of them slowed down the eating, although they contentedly continued to pick a bit here and a bit there. A maid brought out small icy glasses of dark rum, which the three sipped at until empty, and another three immediately appeared.

The moon had risen, adding to the relaxed ambiance of the patio. Dinah raised her chilled glass of dark rum. "I'd like to propose a toast. To good living!"

All three clinked glasses and heartily toasted, "Cheers!"

Finally, the night of feasting and drinking wound down to a quiet end. Ted and Betty thanked Dinah for a wonderful dinner and walked to their room. Betty led, with Ted snugged up closely behind her, with his hands on her soft hips. As they got to the door to their room, Ted wrapped his hands around her belly, gently digging his fingers into the soft layer of fat. Betty stopped and leaned back against Ted. "Are you playing with my fat, Ted?" she breathed.

"What good is having a tummy if I can't play with it?" replied Ted lasciviously. He slid his hands up her tummy and slipped her bra up and took hold of her newly swollen breasts. Betty moaned as his fingers massaged her nipples. He was firmly against her back, and she could feel his hardness against her. She fumbled with the doorknob and they fell into the room and stumbled onto the bed.

Ted grabbed at Betty's fat roll around her waist, kneading the new softness as he worked his way around her. Betty grabbed Ted's love handles, which were getting just big enough to get a good grip on. They explored the new shapes of their bodies with abandon. Betty rolled on top of Ted and ground her pussy into his crotch. Ted's hard on was as urgent as ever, and Betty settled herself on it, leaving her belly to ride on his belly. She rocked back and forth until Ted couldn't hold out any longer. They both orgasmed with an intensity that neither one had ever felt before. Spent and more than a little drunk, Betty collapsed onto him.

"Wow," she breathed. "Just. Wow."

"You're hotter than ever Betty. Hotter than ever."