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My Lover's Feelings Ch. 01

By: bullus



"You missed the turn...again!" Dara fumed.

"The damn sign is halfway behind a tree," Zane argued, "how is anyone supposed to see it?"

"We've been driving here for years, Zane!"

Zane could only sink his head and prepare for a U-turn. He hated driving to hiss. The streets in their neighborhood were confusing, and the mailboxes weren't allowed to have numbers. What's more, they lived in a private neighborhood. The houses were all being painted, so there were no numbers on them either.

Zane and Dara were your average couple. Just average in every way. They lived in suburbia; a boring, middle class hell for humans. Nothing ever happened. Everyday was the same...birds chirping, sun sets into the hillside, and morning papers land on the steps right outside their door.

'Painfully bland' was the phrase Dara used to describe their life to her best friend, Christie. You see, Christie had the life. She married her high school boyfriend, who just retired from a 14 year career in the NFL. They wiped their asses with money, and lived near other sickly rich people.

Christie and Dara spoke weekly and compared each others lives, usually ending with Dara admiring Christie's. Christie had all the plastic surgery done. Huge double D fake tits, botox in the lips, liposuction, you name it. Dara was 5 foot 4, barely filling out to 34B, starting to develop a tummy, and just good looking enough to get a compliment or two.

Zane was 6 feet tall; gaining weight, losing stamina and leagues away from his former high school track runner past. Layoffs at work meant more for those who remained to do. He had detached himself from his friends over time, lightly keeping in contact with 1 or 2 of them. He suffered from growing up.

As average as life could get, these two were barely holding on. Stress was taking its toll, arguing was routinely heard inside the walls of their home.

"When are we going to stop coming here every holiday, Dara?" Zane grumbled.

"What's wrong with coming here?" Dara became defensive.

"It's Columbus Day for crying out loud! We are wasting gas driving 40 plus miles to sit on the couch and entertain them."

"They're my parents, Zane!"

"I'm just saying, we need to do something worthwhile!" Zane mused, "Life has gotten so stale, I'm afraid if I move out of turn that my skin might crust and break off."

"Like what Zane," Dara snarled. "Another one of your golfing or hunting excursions? Speaking of wasting money..."

"Very funny," Zane mocked. "Instead of making fun of me, why don't you put that creative energy to use and look up something online."

"Maybe I will," Dara concluded as they pulled in the driveway.

The couple sighed...armed with fake smiles, they left the car and proceeded with their visit. As cookie cutter as it could get, Zane was stuck listening to stories from World War II, and Dara taking cooking lessons she'd heard 10 times over. Somewhere about the 3 hour mark, Dara walked in the living room and tapped Zane on the shoulder...motioning for him to follow.

"What is it, Dara?" he asked as she closed the door of her old room. 

She closed in fast, planting a surprise kiss on him. The surprise was actually hers, as Zane barely gave any effort back. She withdrew slowly...gazing into his eyes, she realized exactly how stale their love had gotten. 

"Want to try that again?" Zane attempted to act into the moment.

"We definitely need that vacation," Dara said as she turned away, opening the door trying to hold in her tears.

Zane just stared at the floor as a whirlwind of emotion came and went. He taught himself to bottle his feelings up, as he thought it did no good to start a war.

The drive home was quiet, even though both of their minds raced feverishly. Dara fought back the sadness she felt from her husband's lack of passion. Zane tossed around a million things to say, yet not one worthy to voice.

With a sigh, Zane reached up and pressed the garage opener. Back to the grind...he thought. Another day, just like all the others.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Dara voiced as she unbuckled her seat belt and pulled the handle on the door.

Zane exited the car as well, watching her enter the house. He couldn't have spoke to her if he wanted to, as the closing garage door's sound filled the room. In a flash, she was gone. He stood next to the car feeling horrible. Had his lack of passion ruined his marriage?

Later that night, he saw Dara clicking away at the computer. With a beer in his hand, he took a swig as he listened to her mumble.

"Too expensive," she clicked. "Too far," she clicked. "Screw that!" she clicked again. "Change your life?" she said aloud.

This caught Zane's curiosity as he walked over and looked over her shoulder. 

"It says guaranteed to change your life," Dara said with an inquisitive tone. "Not to expensive either."

"Really?" Zane asked as he sipped his beer.

"Golden Island Getaway," she read, "be it 3 days, 7 days or more...you will return a changed person."

"How much is the 3 day?" Zane sarcastically asked.

"Its a trip to save our marriage and you are asking how much..."

Zane stood up offended and glared at Dara for a second, "...ok fine. How much for the 7 day?"

"Not bad at all," she said with a half smile. "600 dollars, all inclusive."

Zane leaned in surprised, "That's less than 100 dollars a day...what's the catch?"

Dara continued reading, "Enjoy a mini slice of paradise on your own single cabin, acre sized island. Every island has power, running water, daily food service and magic that will renew and empower your love like the day you met."

Silence took the room as they shared a desperate look into each others eyes.

"Let's do it," Zane leaned up taking another swig of his brew. 

"Really?" Dara clapped her hands together, looking at him with watery eyes in excitement.

"Yeah, why not!" Zane smiled, seeing her full of life made him happy.

She quickly returned to the computer, clicking away as he took a seat in his recliner in the next room. It was Saturday night, time to watch the tube!

The next morning, Zane woke to the sound of the shower. He sat on the toilet as she greeted him. He looked through the shower doors at her body. He examined her frame in his mind. Her small boobs were less than flattering, and stomach was starting to stick out more. Hardly the sexy frame she had years ago.

With a flush, he entered the shower. Dara began to do the same in her mind. His balding head, arms that barely showed the toned muscles he once owned. Two pathetic inches of penis showed tucked into his growing pubic pad, hell it only got to 5 inches on a good day. Thickness? Lets just say she got good at faking it. She began to really hope this 'magic' made a difference in their lives. 

"If you'll start packing, I'll go see Jeff and make arrangements for him to watch the dog," Zane spoke through the stream of water.

Dara agreed and left after a quick rinse. She dressed and pulled the suitcases down from the closet. Laying them on the bed, she opened them up and started thinking of how she'd pack. She stacked shirts, socks, underwear, and shorts. Her train of thought was broken by Zane as he neared.

"I'll be back shortly," he spoke as he walked past her, dragging his hand across her butt.

That light tingle he caused made her excited. She was starting to think the magic was already taking effect. She finished packing and dropped the suitcases to the floor. Rolling them into the garage, she pressed the button on her key's remote popping the trunk. In they went with a heave. They were ready to go as soon as he returned.

After a semi-quiet car ride, they found themselves on the plane...waiting to take off. Dara reached over and grabbed Zane's hand.

"You ok?" Zane looked at his nervous wife.

"Yeah," she whispered, "I hate takeoffs and landings..."

Her hand squeezed tight and her eyes tightly shut as the plane left the ground. Short flight, good movie, here we go!

Blue. Sand, blue and a big Tiki Bar was what greeted them as the cab pulled away. Zane approached the desk and handled the check in. Dara had never been to any islands. There were extremely sexy men and women everywhere she looked, she felt a little over-dressed. Before long, Zane returned to her with a basket.

"Lets go," he pulled her by the hand as the mounted a floating pedal car.

"Cabeen numba?" the driver spoke up.

"Umm, twenty one fifteen!" Zane answered back.

Upon hearing, the driver pedaled forward. Off the sand and onto the water. Dara and Zane both smiled as they floated, amazed they didn't sink. A 10 minute slow trip landed them back on to sand, facing a beautiful cabin. It was a good quarter mile of water between themselves and the next island. Judging by the distance, the acre-sized island had well more than enough privacy than they would need.

Zane handed Dara the basket, and removed their bags from the ride. He tipped the driver and shook his hand. The driver pedaled back into the water and at last they were alone. No work, no cell phones, no distractions.

They wheeled their suitcases into the cabin, the door closing behind them. Dara sat on the bouncy bed, eagerly looking into the basket. 

"Oh a DVD," she mentioned, handing it to Zane.

Zane put it in the player and sat down beside her as it began to play. A tall, handsome gentleman appeared on the screen after a short intro:

"Good day mon, and welcome to the Golden Islands! Thank you for coming to visit us. Your stay will be unlike any vacation you have ever had, and you WILL leave refreshed, renewed and full of the life you had thought you'd lost!"

"Sounds nice!" Dara giggled.

"Let us handle the work, as you handle the pleasure!" the voice continued, "Look inside your welcome basket for a small bottle, and enjoy your first drink on us. We look forward to seeing the new you!" the voice concluded as the screen went blank.

Zane shuffled the contents of the basket and produced a small 20 ounce glowing blue bottle.

"Cool!" Dara exclaimed with big eyes.

"Yeah neat effects," Zane replied pulling two shot glasses from the basket. He placed the basket on the breakfast table and poured their shots. The liquid filled the glasses with a gentle glowing smoke causing Dara to get more excited.

Zane smiled seeing his 40 year old wife glisten with happiness she hasn't shown in years. He loved her, but it seemed he wasn't as in love with her as he should be.

They clacked their glasses together and bottoms up! The drink tasted faintly like raspberry and cherry, it was good and brought a smile to their faces. It was approaching 4pm island time...thanks to jet lag, it felt more like 9pm to their bodies.

Dara yawned and Zane agreed. He poured another shot and handed it to her, "this will help us sleep."

With another toast, they changed into island attire and went to sleep. 

The next morning, rays of sunlight peeked through Zane's eyelids. He sat up, stretched and noticed a new DVD leaning against the TV. Spooked, he scanned the room: suitcases, wallet, camera, its all here. The door was still locked and chained, how did this get in here so neatly?

"Wake up," he shook Dara.

"Hmm?" she stretched in place.

"There is another DVD. Look!" he shook her more.

"What are you talking..." Dara's eyes became wide noticing the new addition. She scanned the room as Zane did and looked bewildered.

Zane stood and inserted the movie. The same man spoke again:

"We hope you enjoyed your rest. You should find yourselves feeling fully rested as you begin your journey with us. Today, we bring your dreams to life. If you can wish it, the magic can make it!"

"They sure are high on this magic thing," Zane mumbled.

"Shh!" Dara interrupts him as the movie continues.

"...don't hold back! It's your vacation! While you are here, we will make it pleasurable. Enjoy your day!" 

Dara removes the DVD from the player as there is a soft knock at the door.

"Good morning, breakfast!" a female voice called from beyond the door.

Dara opens the door to reveal a curvy, barely covered beauty pushing a cart smelling of eggs, sausage, pancakes and more.

"Wow," Zane was amazed.

"This is the magic," she said holding up another small bottle of the blue drink. "Make sure you start every day with it! Just leave the cart outside when you are done. Have a great day!" the vixen cheerfully left the meal with them.

"The magic is just alcohol?" Dara said disappointedly.

"No, the magic is supposed to be what happens after," Zane said with a smirk.

During the meal, they both drank their helpings of 'magic', then refilled the cart and set it outside.

"I'm going in the shower," Zane told her. "I'm a little groggy."

"So am I, I think I'll join you." Dara followed.

Steam filled the bathroom as the water was instantly hot to their surprise. Whether it was the alcohol or soaping himself up, Zane's dick was hard. He smiled and turned to face her.

"Hey," he poked her, "how about a hand job?"

She looked up at him puzzled, but then thought 'what the hell'.

"Alright," she finished rinsing herself as he put his back to the wall.

She had always been somewhat disappointed with his size, and even more with his ability. She wrapped her hand around it, almost completely covering it. She closed her eyes, hoping to get it over with ASAP. Thoughts of him having a bigger dick flooded her mind. 'Why can't he be 8 inches instead?' - she wondered.

Seconds into his tug job, he moaned with pleasure. Her eyes still closed, she noticed a different feeling in her hand. It seemed like her yanking hand didn't feel his penis head anymore. Then it felt like he was thicker than normal. Unsure of why it was, she opened her eyes...

"Oh my god!" she yelled.

Zane's moans ended abruptly as he looked her way, "what?"

"Look at your...look...your dick!"

Zane's eyes went south to investigate. Now sticking out from him was 8 inches of man meat, almost twice as thick as he usually is.

"What the f..." Zane muttered.

Dara just stared in wonder. She'd only seen penises this big in porn movies, and now one was attached to her husband.

Their eyes met, Dara's jaw was on the ground. 

Zane was equally as enthralled at his new stature.

Ten seconds of silence passed, until Dara felt her nether regions tingle. She quickly kissed his lips, this time Zane reacted right and met her. Her hand wandered back down, taking hold of him. Still liplocked, she squealed at the fact she couldn't close her hand around his thick erection. Her other hand joined in the fun. For the first time ever, she had both hands wrapped around her husbands dick.

Feeling the warm drip between her legs, she hurried to turn the water off. He grabbed a towel, wrapped her in it and kissed her passionately again. Her hands again wrapped themselves around his member. He backed her step by step into the bedroom until she fell onto the mattress. Without hesitation, her legs sprang open. 

"I want to...feel that thing..." she mouthed in-between frantic kisses.

Zane barely hesitated plunging more than halfway in.

"Oh FUCK that's big!" she cried out.

Zane started pumping his manhood in and out of her. She answered every thrust with a moan or twitch. He felt superhuman fucking his wife with his new giant dick. Faster and deeper he rammed, her pussy barely able to contain him. He pushed as deep as he could, feeling a great strain inside her to take it. She bellowed in pain and he slowed.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Shit! Don't stop!" she yelled.

He picked back up his rhythm fucking her hard and deep until she tensed up, releasing years of sexual frustration in 10 seconds of orgasmic bliss. In less than five minutes, Zane had made his wife orgasm...loudly at that. Rarely was he able to satisfy her in the past, but now he was doing it.

Her moaning never stopped under the thrusting of his new found size; and in another 3 minutes, she came again. 

"Jesus Christ, holy shit!" she screamed as he just kept pounding away at her. Usually by now, he'd blown his load...but he just kept thrusting. Over the next ten minutes, he fucked two more orgasms out of his now sex crazed woman. 

"Enough..." she panted, "I can't take anymore..."

He threw a pillow over her head and started slamming her hard again. She cried out and bit into the pillow, barely able to breath out her moans. She closed her legs together in an attempt to stop him, but he pushed them apart. She gave in to his dick yet again, howling out in pleasure.

He withdrew and stared at his new member. The last time they had sex, he was staring down in anger because he came too soon as usual. This time, he was just taken with the fact that he made her cum 4 times in 15 minutes. Three more times than he did in the last 4 months!

She whipped the pillow away from her face, looking frazzled and determined...she stood and kissed him. Turning him around, she pushed him down on his back in the bed. His new superhero stood like a skyscraper, an ivory tower of pleasure to her. She grabbed his shaft and started jacking it furiously; amazed that she used to engulf it with one hand before, and now is barely covering half of it.

His head turned sideways in reaction to her aggression. She bent over and took his head in her mouth. It stretched her lips wide, just as it did to her pussy. She sucked and beat it as fast as she could as he spasmed and twisted to her assault. He tensed up, she leaned up, and streams of cum whipped every which direction as she jerked. Seeing it fly drove her into a frenzy, she leaned back in catching another two shots right in the mouth which she promptly swallowed. 

She continued to suck and pump his dick until she felt him soften up. She released it, it wasn't shrinking or going back into hiding like usual.

He looked up to see his orgasm crazed woman staring down at him lustfully. He hasn't seen that look for as long as he could remember. Standing over him, still breathing hard...she threw back her long hair covering her face.

"That was incredible," Dara said in a very sexy voice. 

"You're telling me," he panted. "You are quite the sex hound when you orgasm...and you swallowed! Just as I came, I thought how nice it would feel for you to suck me, and then you did!"

"Yeah," she chuckled, "...wait, what?"

"What what?" he asked confused.

"Say that again...you thought about how nice it would be for me to suck it."

"Well...yeah?"

"After you asked me for a handjob in the shower, I thought about how nice it would be for you to be 8 inches long."

"Really," Zane's eyes narrowed.

Ten seconds of silence and thinking were broken by Dara's finger snap.

"So we thought it, and it became reality? She pondered. "That's weird!"

"Well right now, I'm thinking of a million dollars...and I don't see that." Zane replied.

Dara sat in thought, "...so what's. The explanation behind such a sudden growth? I mean, I'm not complaining!"

"Neither am I," Zane stood and shook his waist; watching his new manhood swing back and forth.

Just then, a voice came over the in house radio:

"Attention couples! We are having couples games at the main island in 30 minutes! If you are interested, please press the transport button by your front door, and a caddy will be along to bring you in."

"Ha!" Zane laughed, "If its the 3 legged race, I can run it solo!"

Dara rolled her eyes and chuckled a little, "lets go do that, its beautiful out here."

"Yeah good idea."

He pulled their suitcases from below the bed. Each dove in, grabbing bathing suits. She still tingled a little from the thrashing he gave her, and found it difficult to conceal her smile. In his mind, images of her face during her orgasms raced. It was only their first day there, and already they felt closer.


My Lover's Feelings Ch. 01



"Check this out," Zane broke her train of thought. The head of his penis peeked out the bottom of his swimming trunks.

Dara pulled down on his suit, hiding it...but the impression was still barely visible.

He grinned in his newfound cockiness, he now had a big dick and he wanted to flaunt it. After a little re-adjustment inside, he secured his rod.

Dara tied her bikini top in front of the mirror and looked upon her reflection. Turning to her side, she checked out her profile. 

Ugh, my stomach sticks out farther than my boobs - she thought. Even spending time at the gym, she was not where she wanted to be. She wanted the flatter stomach and at least another cup size or two. She always wanted to make guys drool in high school; she had the pretty face back then, but lacked the curves. Now, the curves were in the wrong places.

With a sigh, she zipped up her suitcase. After bending over to replace it under the bed, she realized how low she was bending. Sharply, she stood and faced the mirror. With a gasp, she ran her hand down her stomach. The bulge was gone! She modeled herself in the mirror, smiling ear to ear. Her frame looked more youthful and fit, except for one thing.

Her bikini top was loose and short filled. She deeply inhaled, closing her eyes as she took hold of her B-cups and squeezed. Her hands massaged and kneaded her breasts as her fingers no longer brushed her ribs. She opened her eyes and beheld her new ladies. The top was stretched tight, working to contain a well rounded pair of 36D breasts. She squeezed, they felt wonderful!

She giggled aloud as she stared, like a speechless child who just got the toy they wanted for Christmas. Her ecstatic reactions got Zane's attention.

"What?" he asked looking over her shoulder at the mirror. "Holy sh-!"

"I know right?" Dara pulled up her top, exposing two perfectly round tan areola. Her nipples were small, making her new rack look that much bigger.

His cupped her tits, his hands used to cover most of her breasts with ease. Even with his fingers spread out, he couldn't hide them. He squeezed and bounced them, they held their shape perfectly. 

"Good lord above," he managed to say as he stood entranced. He gave them a squeeze, extremely satisfied with the new addition. He let go as she twisted and turned her profile in the mirror.

Neither could believe who they were looking at. Her new curves were perfect to say the least. His chest arms and legs were fit, and don't forget the bulge in his pants! 

"This must be the MAGIC they speak of, Zane!" she squealed as she stretched her top back around her tits.

"What the hell is happening on this island chain?" Zane wondered.

"Whatever it is," Dara smiled, "I like it."

Zane took his place next to his wife's side in the mirror where they stood as a couple. He draped his arm around her waist, pulling them in tight together. He swelled his chest and flexed next to his beach babe wife. Her arms hung to her sides, pressing her breasts together making beautiful cleavage in the reflection.

"Let me get the camera!" she sprang from his side.

She returned, setting the timer and assuming her pose. Her top left little to the imagination, as it was cut for a B-cup. The camera snapped a photo, then a few seconds later, another. She must have set it to continue taking pictures. They made several poses, 10 seconds separating each snap.

After a few silly poses, Zane pulled the front of his trunks down...letting his semi-hard dick lean on her thigh. He smiled and the camera snapped. She wrapped a hand around the middle of his shaft with a pose as another snapped. He reached around each side, pulling her breasts from her top. He cradled them gently as another picture was taken.

She hummed at the sight of her sexiness in the mirror, her lip curled between her teeth as she pulled on his now hard pole. Her hand instinctively moving from his head to base. He squeezed and fondled her boobs, suddenly they were kissing and breathing in each other. The camera captured a few more shots of lusty passion until he laid her down slowly.

Her head came to rest on the bed with his connected at the lips. His hands lightly grazed her luscious bosom, his fingers sent jolts through her as they passed her hard nipples. With a big squeeze, he pressed them together, hitting her with a deep kiss. She held him by the neck tight as their tongues did all the talking they needed. As passion overcame her, she pulled his head beside hers.

He licked, kissed and sucked on her ear lobes...the heavy breathing filled their ears. His kisses traveled lower; the side of her neck, her collarbone, to her breasts. They heaved in his grasp with every squeeze while he kissed between them, above them and beside them. She looked down as his lips encased her nipple. Her head went back in ecstasy, she could feel shockwaves coming from his mouth.

His kisses drove her crazy, it was like her breasts were their own entity. That entity was greatly contributing to her orgasm. She'd never had an orgasm before from just that kind of stimulation. She brought her arms down and pressed her large tits together with her elbows, her nipples became more sensitive as he continued flicking them with his tongue. 

His breathing became muffled as she pulled his head between them. In one swift motion, she buried his face in her chest. Her balloons enveloped the sides of his face as she danced them around. He laughed, squeezing her tits in tighter. One of her boobs was almost the size of his head!

She placed her hands flat on his chest, pushing him up as she sat up. His shaft was fully hard and pointing at her like a missile. Before he could react, she opened wide and gulped him in. Her hand found its way around the base of his dick while her lips stretched to accommodate his size. Her other hand joined in the twisting and sucking fun.

He could only moan as he stood tall, her mouth make him more and more excited. She stopped sucking momentarily to catch her breath. Her head to the side, staring in amazement at his thick 8 inches of meat she could barely hold. She jerked it, wiping the saliva off her mouth. All she could think of was how awesome, and full this dick made her feel before.

"Mmmm," she dragged out a moan with a smile. "I want you to fuck me!" she said with a sexy chuckle, taking him back into her mouth.

He smiled as he watched her suck him. She'd never said that before, and especially not in that sexy tone. Before him sat a crazed sex kitten, who a week ago had no urge at all. She closed her eyes as she continued loving his dick. Just out of his view, her hand peeked in her bikini bottom...making herself wet and ready.

His hands found her waist, as he lifted her from the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, arms wrapped around his neck, he perched her down onto his dick. He easily slid most the way in. 

Her grip tightened fast as she came with his thrust. He felt her warm juices run, coating his shaft as he continued bouncing her. Her face looked delirious, lost in orgasm. As her orgasm faded, the grip of her legs loosened. His entire length was rocking her world now, he could feel the head of his penis hitting her cervix with each bounce.

"Owwooooo," she moaned out in rhythm of her ride.

"Stop?" he asked breathing hard.

"..no..ow...mmmm..."

Thinking he may hurt her, he gently lowered her to the bed. He continued his thrusts, now only using half his length.

"Mmm," she moaned, "oh god yeah..fuck me."

Her moans matched his speed as her fingers gripped his back. She licked her lips while he buried his stick in her. Deep thrusts seemed to make her moan the loudest, her back arched with each full entry. 

"Oh shit," she yelled out. "Oh god that feels so fucking good!"

His dick was completely filling her up with each thrust. Her fingers tightened their grip. Her nails dug in as she wailed in pleasure. Another orgasm washed over her body. He felt her insides clench up around his shaft.

Once her orgasm subsided, she looked him in the eyes with a spent smile. "Oh Zane, if only you knew what that felt like."

"Looks like it felt good from here!" he joked.

"You have no idea," her voice tapered off as he worked towards his own orgasm. "I want you to come for me, baby. Just let it go..."

Her voice made him speed up his rhythm. She moaned, massaging her big, beautiful breasts while he watched. He started thrusting only the tip to get off faster. It built him up fast, his speed increasing the closer he got. She knew he was about to blow, and moaned hard as she squeezed.

He grunted as he neared his climax. She teased him, bringing her nipple up to her mouth. Her tongue barely made it out when he inhaled and slammed his dick in hard. She felt him explode inside her as his head went all the way back.

"Oh fuck!" she yelled as his shaft split her insides open. Her nails dug in again as she braced for pain. It wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be...and she almost liked it. She almost came again feeling him spray inside. 

"You should feel that," Zane mused as he recovered from his own orgasm.

Dara just smiled and hummed as she kept playing with her tits.

They ended up spending the whole afternoon drinking and playing games with the other guests. The island chain had plenty to see and do throughout the day.

Later, they came back to their cabin. Moonlight washed over the palm trees and glistened in the water. Inside, they laid in bed watching a movie. For the first time in years, Dara cuddled into Zane. Her head sat on his chest, one arm around his back, and the other resting on his stomach. It wasn't long before her eyes wandered.

She took hold of his shaft from outside his boxers, her hand held cloth and flesh. He turned is head and kissed her while she rubbed his growing erection. Her hand fondled the tent he pitched as she kissed him feverishly. His hand rubbed the inside of her thigh, teasing her moistening pussy. She pulled her face away, taking hold of his exposed penis. She griped it tight, looked and hummed her approval of his giant stick.

"This thing is awesome," she said with a devilish grin. "If only you knew how it felt."

"Good I'm sure," Zane responded.

As she stroked it slowly, a lightbulb went on in her head.

"I want to try something," she sat up.

"What's that?"

"I wish you could feel what its like to have a dick that big fucking you."

"You said that already, babe."

"No," she waved him quiet, "I wish you could feel what its like to have a dick that big fucking you!"

"Why are you yelling, Dara?"

Like magic, Zane blinked and found himself looking at...himself. Am I having an out of body experience - he wondered.

"Hey," he heard his voice say. "Hey!"

"What?" his voice sounded like Dara's.

.............

He frantically looked down and saw breasts, then looked up and saw himself. 

"It worked!", Dara said from within Zane.

"Did we switch bodies or something?" he asked her.

Dara was too busy giggling and playing with Zane's erection to answer.

"We can go back right?" he exclaimed in a panic.

"Don't you get it Zane?" she mused with a handful of dick. "While we're here, if we think it, we can make it happen!"

Zane began to feel places on his, or rather his wife's borrowed body.

"No shit," he chuckled, "I'm really inside your body! Its like I'm you, and you're me!"

"Glad you showed up for the party!" Dara made fun.

Zane was still getting used to the idea of hearing Dara's voice everytime he talked. That is, until he felt her, or um, his big breasts. He squeezed and pressed them with a huge smile on his face.

"Wow, why don't my nipples tingle like this?" he asked twisting his nipples.

Dara was enthralled with her penis, running her hand up and down the length. She explored the entire area, running her hands all over.

"This feels really good," she smiled jerking herself, "no wonder you guys jack off so much."

Zane touched his clit and jumped, "...oh wow!"

"Don't hurt yourself!" she smirked, laying on her back, watching him from behind the sight of her monster dick. "Come on, lay down."

"Now?"

"Yeah lay down, you gotta feel this."

Zane swapped places with her and settled in as she continued yanking. She knelt in-between his spread legs and aimed her missile to its target. With her other hand, she stuck a finger into him.

"Ok your nice and wet," she said as the head of her penis entered slowly. 

Zane flinched a little and she didn't get far in.

"You gotta relax and unclench," she instructed.

Her thrusts entered further with each one.

"Wow, that's sensitive!" she stopped after a few thrusts.

"Not as easy as you thought, is it?"

"How do you fight that twitch?" she asked.

"You know the muscles you use to stop peeing?"

"Yeah?"

"Relax those," he told her, if you can't control the twitch, slow down or stop."

She started thrusting again, "...oh yeah! Much better!"

"I feel all tingly in there," Zane said smiling.

"It get better," Dara replied, "way better."

It wasn't long before Zane was nearing his climax. Hearing his moans in his wife's voice just increased the feeling. He held his breath as the orgasm neared, Dara thrusting away. An explosion of pleasure shot out of his crotch and washed over his entire body as he exhaled a moan. He collected himself as she withdrew.

"That was...um...different." he smiled up at her.

"How so?"

"Well, not as intense...but more all over," he waved encircling the torso.

"Really? Let me see what yours feels like." Dara reinserted herself.

Zane laid back and took her thrusts, moaning as she pushed.

"Dammit, I love my voice!" Dara exclaimed as her breathing got more scattered.

"You're almost there," Zane assured her.

"Yeah, the head...is...feels good!" she said between breaths.

Her pace drastically increased as she neared, her thrusts went deeper.

"Here it comes," Zane chuckled.

She pushed in and shot her load. Her head leaned forward as she fought the urge to call out. She pulled out and sat back, a little still oozing out of the head.

Surprised at how little he felt go off inside, he grabbed it and pumped it fast. Her body tensed as she shot a stream over her head and onto the headboard. She stopped his hand and sighed with glee.

For a short time, they recovered. Dara looked down and saw that her dick was still standing tall. Seems the female mind isn't finished with sex as fast as a man's is.

She stood and approached the mirror. She turned and admired her husband's profile. Her 8 inches of pleasure stick stealing her focus. His hand was still big enough to close around this new thickness, while hers was not. She started trying different ways of jacking off she saw in porn videos. Overhand, making an ok symbol, short movements at the head, all sorts of things.

"Let me show you how to use that thing," Zane stood behind her. He reached under and through her arms into the reach around position.

Dara felt her new tits press up against her back. She liked it, making a mental note to do that more often. Her own body caught her attention briefly and she admired it some until she felt his hand take hold.

"You grab it halfway," he spoke up, "that way you get some skin to travel with your hand...unless you have lotion."

"In my bag," she quickly told him.

He retrieved the lotion and lubed his hands up. She could hear the lotion smacking and sloshing around in his hands. He resumed his position behind and grabbed hold. One hand, halfway up...just like he said. The semi-cool lotion sent a chill through her penis that she liked. His hand slid effortlessly up and down the shaft, the feeling mesmerizing her.

She watched his hand moving until her bouncing breasts caught her eye. Not sure which was turning her on more, she found herself lost in the moment. He reached his other hand down and wrapped it around the base. Then did short quick jerks of the head. Her knees buckled a little, but he expected that and supported her. The fact that SHE was getting the hand job was amazing her.

Obviously, Zane had a lot of practice...so it was no surprise she was almost ready to go. Sensing her closeness, he went one-handed. Quickly up and down the entire length his hand flew, sliding with ease thanks to the lotion.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Dara exclaimed.

Her dick tensed up, and motion of Zane's hand sent shots of cum through the air. Dara's legs gave out and they landed on the bed, her landing in his lap. He kept jerking and she kept cumming. She must have shot 9 streams out before she stopped. She peered down at her slow moving hand on Zane's huge, cum covered meat.

"God, that is so fucking sexy!" she said with a lusty grin. With a finger, she scooped up some and tasted it.

"You know I never liked the taste until now," she said licking her lips.

She blinked and was staring at Zane's back, he in her lap.

"Hey, you're heavy." she said hearing her own voice. They had assumed their own bodies again.

Zane stood and looked down at his wife licking her fingers.

"Wait, come here..." she pulled his hand forward. Her lips enveloped his dick, which she sucked clean.

"That was something!" Zane stood astounded as his body rocked with her sucking. When she was done, he sat down beside her. "I see why multiple orgasms is so worth it."

"Yeah, we get less burst feeling than you do...but its still really good." Dara replied.

She studied his face, watching his eyes. She really was in love with him again, the sex brought back out the feelings she thought she lost. She leaned her head into his chest. He laid back, with her head ending up on his stomach. His flaccid member staring her in the face. She gave it a little kiss and the fell asleep. 

Tomorrow is only day two of their vacation!



My Lover's Feelings Ch. 02



Dara awoke refreshed but sore. Pulling her sheet off, she gazed upon her new set of 36D's with a smile. She squeezed and pressed them together, still trying to accept that she wasn't dreaming. Yesterday changed her entire outlook on sex, and she loved how she felt. Aside from being sore inside, she loved how she felt and what she saw. What she really took notice of was the tent Zane had pitched.

She pulled the top sheet gently off of him, trying not to wake him. Here stood a tower of pleasure, her mind flooded with the orgasmic sensations she experienced only a day before. Her mind raced; could she handle another pounding? Would he be able to perform the same way again?

One thing she absolutely knew is, just looking as his erect inches made it next to impossible to keep her hands off. Everything about Zane's dick was the same. Same shape, same everything...but it looks double the size. Her drive took over, wrapping a hand around the middle of his shaft. 

He hummed a little as she slowly pumped his length. Thoughts of his meat filling her insides dominated her. Her soreness reminded her that she needed a little healing time, so this would just have to be a 'wake-up handjob'.

"Shhh," she sounded as he woke to see her play.

She leaned down, taking him into her mouth. Her hand and mouth worked as one, up and down. She wanted to go deeper, but he was too thick for her mouth to handle. 

His body twitched every time she teased the head with her tongue. She loved having this control over him...especially after the control he had over her. For the first time in years, she really wanted to please her man. She felt closer to him, like they bonded all over again.

She sucked his head in a frenzy, eager to taste his juice again. Her lips encased him tight as he stiffened. Knowing he was close to letting go, she unleashed...giving him all she could.

She leaned up, pumping her hand as fast as she could up and down the top half of his length. With a moan, he exploded like a volcano. Every downward thrust of her hand sent a shot out. She watched him erupt like a kid watching fireworks. After just three shots, she enveloped him again. Frantically milking, she swallowed every drop he gave her.

Unable to stand the sensitivity any longer, he lifted her head off him. She giggled like a drunkard as she licked her lips...never letting go of his shaft. Her gentle licks and tugs he was able to tolerate. She kept hold of him, gently running her tongue around his tip. It was her lollipop, and she was completely intoxicated with sexual desire.

"Mmmm," she cooed, "good morning sexy!"

"Well, aren't we in a good mood this morning?"

"Yep!"

"Look at you," Zane mocked, "you love that thing."

"Yes I do!" Dara grinned, sucking his now flaccid stick.

It still felt great to Zane, and he wasn't about to stop her. It was nearing 10am, and they wanted to see more of the resort today...so he knew he had to.

"Alright you," Zane pulled her to his side. "Lets get a shower and head to the bar for breakfast."

A quick shower followed. Dara stared at herself in the mirror; her breasts looked well-rounded in her bikini top. She couldn't help but admire them. Neither could Zane as he swooped in behind her to watch her model. He pulled her top down, bringing her perfectly centered nipples into view. 

"These are awesome," he smiled, cupping the bottom of her D's. His hands used to be able to cover her breasts, but not these. He moved them around in his hands, watching her perfect orbs shift and jiggle.

"You better cut that out if you want to leave the room any time soon!" Dara smiled watching him play. She could finally see him ogle over her body, not to mention how much she loved him playing with her tits.

"Ok, ok..."

She replaced her top and they were off. At the cabana was a huge buffet of any and every kind of breakfast dish you could imagine. The sound of water splashing and voices caressed their ears. The smell of food and drinks engulfed their noses, as they gazed on a cabana-style bar full of gorgeous people of all ages.

"Good morning," a high pitched female voice greeted them from behind the bar. "What can I get you?"

Zane's eyes followed the voice and met with a tall, thin woman in her thirties. She was at least 6 feet tall, gorgeous and slender. Slender with the exception of a huge set of triple D's staring back at him. Her bathing suit was purposely cut to show them off. The straps hung over her shoulders down to the lower half of the one piece outfit. They widened just enough at the bust line to cover her nipples, which were clearly visible through the straps.

Dara smiled and watched his eyes fixate on her humungous breasts, pretty much out for the whole bar to see. For once it didn't bother her, she enjoyed seeing his sexual appetite returned.

"What do you think baby," Dara inquired, "Jack and coke?"

"That'll be nice, yes." Zane drooled as he watched her assets swing and sway as she mixed their order. He was hoping to catch a view of those nipples, but her suit never gave one. 

Dara took their drinks and thanked her. They picked a table, set their drinks and filled their plates at the buffet. As they returned to eat, Dara couldn't help but laugh at his staring.

"What?" Zane asked with his mouth half full.

"Like a teenager," Dara chuckled.

"You have to admit, those were nice boobs!" he said as he took another bite.

"Too big if you ask me, but yes, they were nice."

"Seems to me you like big things..." Zane chuckled as Dara choked in response.

"Yeah, well..." Dara turned red, unable to think of a retort.

"FIFTEEN MINUTES TO POOL GAMES!" a voice rang out over the intercom. "THESE GAMES ARE NOT FOR THE MEEK, BE READY TO HAVE A SEXUAL CHALLENGE!"

"Interesting," Zane raised an eyebrow. "Want to see what that's all about?"

"Sure," Dara replied. "Why not?

They finished their meals and excitedly took a seat on ferry that would take them to their games. As the seats continued to fill, their eyes wandered and their thought became more lusty. 

"Look at that!" Dara whispered turning Zane's head towards the loading stairs. One lady's top was completely transparent. She showed off her DD's, highlighted by sexy oval shaped areola.

"What do you think these games are about?" Zane wondered.

"Not sure, but it seems like no one is shy here."

"Why should they be?" Zane responded. "We'll never see any of these people again, maybe we should quit acting so stuck up."

"What!" Dara snapped back. "I'm not acting stuck up...am I?"

Zane reached over and adjusted her top, revealing most of her breasts...her nipples just covered up.

"Hey! What are you doing!" Dara quickly re-centered herself.

"See? Stuck up."

Dara's eyes squinted as she studied his face.

"All I'm saying is, all these other people are able to let go and be free," Zane explained. "Like I said, we'll never see these people again...and I doubt any of them care enough to criticize. They are here on vacation too."

Zane's words sank in. Dara looked down at her cleavage, concentrated a moment and began adjusting herself. She reset her breasts back to the way Zane had them and looked up to see a man looking her way. She blushed as he smiled and winked at her.

"See?" Zane joked.

"Fine, fine." She kept her head down, trying to hide her red face.

The ferry arrived at an island with lots of festive colors. On the island, there was many structures...even an obstacle course. The coordinator led them to a wall with holes in strategically placed spots. He pulled a mega-phone to his mouth and addressed the crowd.

"THIS GAME WILL BE A TEST TO SEE HOW WELL YOU KNOW YOUR LOVER'S BODY," his voice rang out. "LADIES! PLEASE FOLLOW MISS JENNY BEHIND THE WALL. GENTLEMEN, YOU STAY WITH ME."

"See you in a few," Dara kissed Zane on the lips as she followed the other ladies and disappeared behind the wall.

"Gentlemen, gather here." The coordinator's voice called out as he waved them away from the wall and towards the other end of the concrete slab.

"This is going to be a test to see if you can identify your lady from all the others. Your ability to determine which one is yours will be based on only one thing. Her breasts."

The guys turned to each other and smiled, some chuckled like children.

"I'm going to give each of you a sticker and a marker. Write your name on the sticker and put the marker back in the basket.". When the coordinator was done collecting markers, he continued. "Every man that can correctly identify his lady will receive a point. Couple with the most points at the end of all the challenges will have the entire cost of their vacation...REFUNDED!"

Chatter exploded amongst the guys when they heard their prize.

"Gentlemen, may I present...your ladies!"

They turned around to see that bare breasts had now filled the holes in the wall. Pair after pair greeted them.

"Wish I had brought my camera," one guy joked as they walked to the wall. They squeezed and touched every set as they searched. Some heard giggles through the wall as they felt. After a few minutes, every pair had a sticker on them.

The coordinator faced the guys away from the wall as the ladies lined up behind their men. 

"And now," he instructed, "turn around and see if you were right!"

The guys spun around and looked upon the line of topless women standing only a couple feet from them. Most celebrated as they guessed right, only a few guessed wrong.

Zane turned around and looked. His eyes read the sticker on Dara's chest, he read his name. They joined in the short celebration with a hug. He was surprised that Dara's top was nowhere to be found. 

"Gentlemen, please follow Miss Jenny...ladies, you stay with me."

The guys went out of sight behind the wall. The ladies traded stories of that recent game as the coordinator opened a box and approached the group. He pulled a blindfold from the box and held it up for them to see.

"Just like the guys, you ladies will have to identify your man based on only one part of his anatomy.". He placed the blindfold and the box down, handing out markers and stickers like before. The ladies wrote their names on the stickers, and took a blindfold. The coordinator checked each blindfold to make sure it was completely on. He marched the women forward, instructing them to place their hands on the wall.

"Between your hands is a hole that a man will put his manhood through. If you think it belongs to your man, put your sticker on it and stay there."

Little school girl giggles could be heard between the ladies as he spoke.

"GENTLEMEN, LETS GO!" he shouted as they pushed through.

Dara wrapped her hand around the first one. It was flaccid...she ran her fingers along to the head. It felt too thin to be Zane's. As she examined it with her hands, it grew. Further investigation with her hands revealed an unfamiliar shape and angle, so she moved her way to the next hole in the wall.

She felt it, it was hard as a rock and curved to the side. Nope, on to the next hole.

The next shaft she grabbed was really thick. Tracing the length with her hand, she'd guess this one had to be 11 inches. Intrigued, she studied it a little more...then moved on.

As she neared the next spot, her hands met another ladies hands...a voice informed her that a match was already made here. So she felt her way around and moved on. 

The next dick she grabbed had a sticker on it, but no one standing there to claim it. She felt it; strong upward curve, but not quite as thick or long as Zane...next!

Her hand found another. Thickness feels right...head is the right size. She wrapped both hands around the length of this shaft, perfect fit. She put her sticker on and stayed as the other women finished.

Same as before, the guys came from around the wall and lined up behind their ladies. They turned around to reveal perfect matches by all the ladies. Seems the ladies are better at picking out their men than vice-versa.

The topless ladies and bottomless guys were led to the next game area. The ladies were taken around to the back entrance as the men were led into the front door.

As the guys talked, beds were rolled in to the room. On the beds, the ladies' bodies were completely covered. The outline barely gave any clue to who's woman was where.

"This one is all about the ladies, guys. Between the legs of those ladies, is a small opening for you to pleasure her," the coordinator instructed as he handed out blindfolds. "The rules are simple; the first three guys to make that lady orgasm, get 3 points. Every one after that only gets one. If you do not make her orgasm, you lose ALL of your points. Now, make your way to the bed sides and get it hard."

The guys stroked as they took their positions. On the coordinator's cue, they began.

Zane reached in front of him, his hands following this woman's leg to her opening. She didn't feel at all like Dara. He reached forward more and felt for her breasts. They were uncovered and huge. This woman's arms were folded, holding her 38E's up like two soft mountains.

He caressed them, touching the nipples lightly as he teased her pussy lips with the head of his dick. Her breathing got heavy as he ran his finger around her clit. She was wet and ready for him. Zane positioned himself and pushed in. She was tight under his girth. He slid in easy, but he felt her stretch with every thrust.

In no time she joined in the chorus of moans that filled the room. He fucked her deep and fully. Her body was his indicator as to what angle and technique worked best.

On Dara's end, she had really hoped Zane was lined up to her. The fingers that searched her did not feel like his. Although, these fingers knew exactly how to stimulate a woman well. He ran his other hand up her thigh, sending tingles right into her nether-region. His head poked against her opening, searching for its way in.

Dara grunted as this mammoth dick pushed inside. It seems she got lined up with mister 11 inches from the wall. He pushed more meat in her with every thrust, her sore insides were doing everything they could to keep up with this baseball bat. The more it got lubed up, the better it started to feel. His dick was huge, thick and filling her up with every push.

Her orgasm was building fast, her G-spot was really sensitive and driving her crazy. He began to thrust faster, pushing even more inside. He'd now passed how far Zane was able to get. She was taking almost all 11 inches of him, and it was shooting her to the moon. No man she had ever been with had a dick like this. Not to mention the fact that it wasn't Zane made it that much more exciting!

To her left, a woman wailed with pleasure. The first orgasm was had. Dara could only hope it was Zane causing it so they would get their points. Before she could finish her thought, she felt herself tense up and release. This monster dick had conquered her.

Zane heard Dara's moan, a sense of urgency came over him as only one more man would get the bonus points. His woman was building, but not fast enough. He had to go deep; deep, hard, and fast. He let her have it, slamming all 8 inches he had into her over and over. Her body arched and thrashed as he fucked her. His anxiety peaked as he could hear another woman's moaning threatening.

Just as he was about to give up hope...his woman's legs curled up around him as she called out in orgasmic pleasure. He continued ramming her, making her moans drown out anything that would make the judge second guess him. In his fury, he brought himself really close to cumming. Before he blew, he withdrew in panic. She realized his panic and wanted to repay the favor.

Zane's woman sat up, and ripped off her head cover. Aggressively, she grabbed his shaft. Pulling him towards her and into her mouth in one motion. She sucked and jerked in a crazed frenzy! Zane was already 95% there, he couldn't fight it if he tried. She pumped his dick hard as he soaked her down; bathing her as he shot over and over to her attack. She took him back into her mouth and sucked all the cum she could find off his shaft.

She stood, leaning towards his ear before she walked away, "...your woman is very lucky."

Zane removed his blindfold to see her scurry into the back room. He figured she was embarrassed from becoming so sex crazed.

"We have our three winners, earn those remaining points guys." 

After the game had finished, the women remained on their beds. They were never allowed to see who they had sex with. The beds were rolled into the back and the guys met outside, where they were given back their bathing suits. After a short time, the women were also given back their suits and met with the guys outside.

"That was...intense!" Zane said to Dara.

"Intense was not quite the word," she laughed. "The guy who fucked me was huge."

"Bigger than me? Now?"

"Yeah. When we did the wall game, I felt him. He had to be as long as a ruler. I felt like I was getting drilled by a baseball bat."

"You liked it then?" Zane asked.

"Well, at the time...but it was just too big. I wouldn't want that on a permanent basis. Your 8 is perfect. Lets keep that."

"Its time to take a lunch break," the coordinator informed them. "You may meet at the cabana or your cabins for lunch. The games will resume in one hour. The last game could be worth enough points to declare a winner. See you then!"

Zane grabbed Dara by the hand and led her back to the ferry. What a morning of sex! Seems like the whole theme of this vacation was sex. Still, this was the first time in a long time that they held hands. Seems like its working.

At the cabana, they sat at a table for two.

"I'll be right back," Zane told Dara, "I need some hot sauce."

He walked up to the bar, his favorite set of tits was still working. It was difficult not to watch them while she worked.

"Excuse me, could I get a bottle of hot sauce please?" he asked.

"Coming right up!" she replied.

"Hey..." a voice came from beside him. "Look, what happened in there...I hope that didn't freak you out or anything. I'm sorry, I..."

It occurred to him that this was the girl he had sex with during the game.

"No, its cool," Zane assured her. "It was just the moment, I understand."

"That was really great," she looked down, hiding her face while she played with her hair. "You know, in there..."

Zane chuckled, "thanks. Look, are you ok? You seem..."

The bottle of hot sauce made a thud against the bar as the bartender smiled at Zane and left.

"It's a long story," the girl continued. "My name is Carrie. I'll see you again, ok?"

"Ok." Zane seemed puzzled by their interaction as she walked away before he could respond with his name.

As he walked back to the table, he knew that the afternoon would surely present more surprises.



My Lover's Feelings Ch. 03



Taking his seat at the table with Dara, Zane held a confused look on his face.

Dara finished chewing and questioned him, "isn't that one of the girls from the games?"

"Yeah, she said her name was Carrie."

"She looked sad, what else did she say?"

"She just introduced herself and left," Zane replied. "I'm really not sure why she was sad; I asked and she said it was a long story."

Dara turned her head in the direction Carrie sat. Her hair gently tossed in the wind as her eyes squinted while she searched the outdoor bar.

Zane stared at his wife's pretty face, it felt like their early twenties to him all over again. She looked so youthful...full of life.

Dara turned back to see her husband's adoration. After a quick smile, she continued searching for Carrie.

"I'll be right back," Dara placed her napkin and fork on the table. With a smile and a wink, she stood and walked off.

Zane continued eating as he shuffled his food in-between bites. His exchange with Carrie at the bar really confused him. What 'long story' could you possibly have on vacation? What could go wrong here?

"Hi," Dara said with a smile.

Carrie looked up and put on a half-baked grin. "Oh, hello."

Dara could easily see that she was troubled. The same thoughts crossed her mind as to what could be bringing her down in this tropical paradise.

"Is someone joining you, or may I sit down?" Dara put her hand on the chair opposite Carrie.

Carrie looked up curiously; her wavy blond hair blew with the wind. Behind her designer sunglasses were eyes filled with pain, holding back tears. Carrie had a gorgeous face, her body was like a buxom supermodel. 

"Sure," Carrie finally responded after a few seconds of silence. "My name is Carrie," she reached out to shake Dara's hand.

"I'm Dara," she said as she took a seat. "Are you okay? You don't seem very happy. Anything I can do to help?"

"I'm alright, just..." Carrie turned her head to the side to keep Dara from seeing her partially teary eyes.

"Did something happen?" Dara inquired. "Look, I realize you've never met me; but before my husband and I came on this vacation, I was in a life rut that would make any woman cry. These islands are so wonderful, it seems out of place to see anyone sad here."

"I just...I don't know," Carrie fought back her emotions the best she could.

"Are you and your husband fighting?"

With those words, Carrie looked through her sunglasses right into Dara's eyes. A slow sigh escaped her mouth, "I'm not married."

"Oh! I'm sorry, boyfriend?"

Carrie looked down at the table in sadness. Dara could clearly see a tear running down her cheek.

"Hey, hey...I'm really sorry. If you want me to leave, I really didn't mean to..." Dara stopped speaking as Carrie began to cry.

Carrie quickly composed and met eyes with Dara. "I'm not here with anyone."

"You came here alone? What...how...didn't you see that it was a couples getaway?" Dara said confused.

"Yeah, I guess I hoped I wasn't going to be the only single one here. I figured other single people must come here sometimes!" Carrie said with a slight sob to her tone.

Dara could only sit silent as she watched Carrie emotionally suffer. 

Zane chipped away at his food as he looked around waiting for Dara to return. As he scanned the crowd, he choked a little when he saw Dara and Carrie walking back towards the table. He sat horrified, wondering if Carrie had told her of their sexual encounter. Not really sure why it would matter, as Dara had sex with another man during the games too. Still, its going to be odd to have lunch with his wife and another woman he just fucked. 

As they neared the table, His and Carrie's eyes locked on each other. Carrie stopped in her tracks just a few steps from the table.

"Odd, I figured you already knew my husband. I saw you two exchange words at the bar a few minutes ago." Dara explained.

"Yeah," Zane uncomfortably replied, "you could say we know each other."

Carrie's head sank as she took a seat at the table, setting her plate down. "Ok, promise you won't be mad..."

Dara's eyes narrowed with a puzzled look at Carrie.

"I had sex with her during the game," Zane quickly blurted out, putting another fork full of food into his mouth.

Carrie looked at Dara with an apologetic face. Dara looked back surprised, but cautious.

"But," Dara paused, "I thought the men were blindfolded?"

Zane and Carrie both started to talk at the same time, then stopped. 

"I got a little out of hand, and I took my head cover off," Carrie insisted to speak. 

Dara wondered why that made this situation so awkward as she looked back and forth at the two of them.

"She got a little crazy and sucked me off before leaving the room," Zane interrupted again. "That's it."

"That's it?" Dara interjected.

"That's it." Zane confirmed.

Dara looked back over at Carrie as she hung her head in shame. "I didn't know we were supposed to do that!" Dara chuckled as she collected food with her fork.

Carrie looked up, completely in shock that Dara wasn't furious with her. She was relieved. When she saw Zane sitting at the table, she figured drama was going to follow. "Thank you for not being mad at me."

"Its okay," Dara assured her. "I've learned a lot since we got here. After all, its vacation right?"

Even Zane was surprised to hear this come from Dara's mouth. Dara had really let go in the last two days. 

"So what have you done by yourself here for the last two days?" Dara asked Carrie.

"Wait, you are here alone?" Zane chimed in.

"Well, yesterday I pretty much hid in my cabin," Carrie said with a timid laugh. "I heard about the games today, and I figured 'what the hell' right?"

Zane smiled as he ate, her youthful energy was amusing to him.

"And just what are you smiling at?" Dara questioned Zane with a grin.

"Its funny!" Zane laughed. 

"Mmm-hmm," Dara smirked as she continued eating.

Carrie blushed as they spoke.

"What time is it?" Zane asked.

"Almost time to get back to the games," Dara said wiping her mouth as she looked at the clock hanging from a coconut palm tree.

"Um," Carrie stumbled on her words, "I'm not going to go back to the games. I don't have anyone to participate with anymore."

"What?" Dara spoke up. "How did you get into the games before?"

"I asked one of the ferry drivers to join with me."

Zane chuckled again while he ate. Dara flashed a scolding look his way.

"I'm getting kind of tired of them anyway," Dara returned.

"What do you want to do then?" Zane asked her.

"We'll figure something out." Dara looked around the sun-drenched paradise as she chewed. Her eyes came to rest on the nearly empty row of stools under the shaded bar. The large-breasted bartender was wiping off bottles of liquor as she placed them on the rack. She finished her last bite and collected their empty plates. "I'll be right back."

After Dara left the table, Carrie and Zane's eyes met and she quickly looked away.

"That wasn't so bad, huh?" Zane mocked.

Carrie laughed, "she seems really nice."

"Two days ago we were completely different people. The 'magic' of this vacation really brought us closer together."

"What magic?" Carrie sat dumbfounded.

"What do you mean, what magic? You mean that those are..."

Carrie cocked her head to his question.

"Okay, I'll just say it. Your breasts were that big before you got here?"

"Of course I did. Do you see a plastic surgery clinic on these islands?" her breasts bounced in her top as she took hold of them from underneath. "These are real. No silicone here."

"You're a gifted girl," Zane remarked.

"Its genetic," Carrie let them go as they returned to their rest inside her sparing top. "My mother had an F-cup by the time she was 25."

"You can't be much older than that."

"Good guess, I'm 27."

"Well you are a beautiful 27 year old woman," Zane complimented. "And might I add talented," he said as he raised his glass to her for a toast.

Carrie giggled and raised her glass to meet his. They toasted and drank, finishing their cups. A few seconds of silence was broken by Dara's return.

"I got us some afternoon entertainment," Dara sat down with two bottles of rum. "Let's go back and relax in our cabin."

"Well thank you for letting me sit with you guys, you are great people," Carrie said as she stood to leave.

"Going back to hang with the ferry driver?" Dara asked her.

Carrie stood speechless as she looked back and forth at Zane and Dara. "Why do you ask?"

"Why don't you hang out with us this afternoon? Unless you just wanted to go back to your cabin."

Both Zane and Carrie's eyes fixed on Dara's grin after she spoke. Zane was completely tossed off-guard by Dara's actions.

"Well...alright," Carrie replied in wonder.

"Lets go see if there are any good movies on," Dara stood and collected her bottles.

The ferry took them back to their island. Upon opening the door, they saw their cabin had been cleaned and the bed made. Zane pulled his suitcase from below the bed and produced some soft cloth shorts with a muscle shirt, then headed into the side room to change.

Dara placed the bottles on the dresser next to the TV and pulled her own suitcase to the top of the bed. She grabbed a pair of high-cut shorts and a T-shirt. "Would you mind pouring us a couple shots while we change please?"

"Sure, no problem!" Carrie replied setting her purse-type bag on the dresser.

Dara entered the side room through a single curtain that separated the two rooms. After pouring the shots and walking around the bedroom for a little while, Carrie saw the curtain wasn't completely closed. Curiosity got the best of her as she inched her eyes around the side of the curtain.

Zane was putting on his muscle shirt facing the curtain. The shirt covered his face as Carrie's eyes wandered down. His inches were thick and well hung, and swung with his movements. She was quick to get out of sight before he pulled his shirt down.

She sat on the bed, her pussy tingled as she remembered what that dick did to her earlier. Her eyes searched the room looking for ANYTHING else to take her mind off it. 

"Alright, shots!" Dara said as she re-entered and pushed her suitcase back under her bed. Her low cut shirt exposed her bouncy, round breasts held by a sports bra as she bent over.

Zane also joined them, his cloth shorts did little to hide his thick, flaccid member. "Did you see a movie you wanted to watch or something Dara?"

Carrie sat in the recliner not far from the bed as they searched the movie listings for something good. After selecting one, Dara handed each of them a shot as the previews played. As soon as they downed their liquor, she was refilling their cups.

"I love rum," Zane said as he chugged. 

"Me too," Carrie agreed.

"Get comfortable Carrie," Dara insisted as she kept handing out rum shots.

Carrie relaxed into the chair while Zane and Dara laid on the bed. As the movie rolled on, she could only concentrate on what happened earlier. She peaked the corner of her eyes at Zane and Dara cuddling as they watched.

Dara could sense Carrie's feelings in a way, as she observed her fidgeting. Dara put her hand on Zane's stomach, just above the elastic band of his shorts. She rubbed back and forth, slowly sliding her fingers under his shorts until her rubs teased the base of his penis.

"What are you doing?" Zane whispered softly as he looked at Dara then Carrie.

"Just go with it...please," Dara whispered back.

Zane relaxed his body as Dara outlined his base with her index finger and thumb. He began to stiffen up under his shorts as she watched her peripheral vision for a reaction from Carrie.

It wasn't long before Zane was hard as a rock in his shorts. His erection was extremely obvious from anywhere in the room. Dara felt the need to bring it to the next level. She pulled her hand from inside his shorts, then rubbed him from outside. Her hand encased his cotton-clad tower of meat, rubbing it slowly up and down.

Carrie shifted in the chair. She tried, but couldn't hide that she was watching.

Dara laid her head down on his stomach. She stared as she stroked. Zane would just watch as his wife teased another woman with his manhood. Seeing the need to get things going; she stretched his shorts over, setting his monument out in clear view. Immediately, she took him into her mouth...only sucking a couple inches to leave plenty for Carrie to see.

Carrie was now completely enthralled by Dara's actions. She stared as her hand discreetly creeped inside her bikini bottom. She was getting wet fast watching Zane's dick go in and out of Dara's mouth.

Zane looked over at Carrie when he heard her sigh. Her hand was rubbing slowly as the other cradled one of her massive E-cups. Carrie's wavy blonde hair rested as a perfect accent to her thin, but busty upper body. She looked even more lusty pleasuring herself to him.

Dara sat up while jerking Zane's rock hard, towering erection. She enjoyed how Carrie reacted, and looked right into her eyes. Dara was drunk, drunk from the rum and drunk with lust. She leaned up to Zane's ear and whispered to him, "fuck her."

Before Zane could react, Dara worked her way off the bed towards Carrie. Not sure what to do, Carrie froze in place. Dara placed her hands on the front of Carrie's shoulders as she sat in her lap. She leaned to Carrie's ear and beckoned her to follow.  

Once they stood, Dara snuck around behind Carrie. Carrie stood in amazement watching Zane's hand stroke himself slowly. Her head leaned to the side and her eyes closed as Dara kissed her neck. Dara's hands reached around to Carrie's big breasts, barely covering a third of her enormous orbs. With a squeeze, she moaned in drunken delight.

Zane stroked his dick as he watched Dara and Carrie. The strings of Carrie's top flung over her shoulder as Dara grinned from behind. Her top fell forward, completely exposing her small nipples encased by light peach areola. Zane drooled as Dara's fingers rolled and pinched them. His erection was so full and hard in his hand, he felt he could hammer a nail with it.

Dara encouraged Carrie onto the bed with her naked husband while she removed her T-shirt. Carrie took position over Zane, licking and slowly sucking all she could get in her mouth. Dara was impressed with her skill for such a young woman. Zane's head sank into his pillow as she ravished him. Drunk or not, Carrie was really into this.

"I told him," Carrie said between sucking thrusts, "that his wife was a very lucky woman."

Dara giggled as she stripped and took position on the other side of Zane's waist. Without a word, Dara licked whatever part of his dick that Carrie wasn't sucking. Zane's leg twitched a little to their works. Carrie became lustfully passionate, deep throating as much as she could while Dara played with his balls.

"Get on top," Dara commanded.

Carrie obeyed without hesitation. She climbed over and lowered herself onto his pole, stopping a few times as she worked him inside. Once he was mostly inside, he became hypnotized by her huge tits. He massaged and squeezed them. Even his hands only covered half of her breasts.

Carrie moaned her pleasure out as she rode him. Dara followed her bouncing clit with her fingers as Carrie's arms balanced herself. Her massive mounds jumped in rhythm with her bouncing as her orgasm began to build.

Zane watched his inches disappear inside her over and over. Before long Carrie collapsed forward, propping herself up by her hands on his chest. She trembled, trying to hold herself together the best she could. She failed. Her head flew back, letting out orgasmic moans that could shake the foundation of a house. Her orgasm raced through her body as her arms went limp, and she crashed down onto his chest.

"Holy shit," she spoke softly, "that was better than before!"

Zane smiled as he massaged her breasts that bulged from between them. Even pressed against his body they stuck out like melons. Carrie slowly pushed herself up and him back inside her. The head of his dick pinned against her inside. She steadied herself, trying to fight off the urge to cry out.

"I want to try something," Dara spoke up from beside Carrie. She leaned down to Zane's ear, "I want to fuck her..."

Zane was momentarily confused, but realized quickly what Dara was implying.

"Lay on your back Carrie," Dara instructed as she stood.

Zane stood up beside her, his still fully hard member swings as he moves. As Carrie laid on her back, Zane and Dara stood next to each other beside the bed. In a blink, they swapped bodies again.

Dara once again had command of Zane's body, and she was consumed with curiosity. When Zane opened his eyes, he saw his body climbing onto the bed. Dara kneeled on the mattress next to Carrie, and Zane sat on the other side.

"I thought..." Carrie stuttered as she looked them both over.

"It's the magic of this place," Dara spoke from within Zane's body.

"Long story short," Zane replied, "we imagined switching bodies. Now she has control of my body, and I have control of hers."

Carrie's eyes narrowed, "so the 'magic' of this place makes whatever you think of come true?"

"Some things," Zane returned, "we'll explain more later. For now, just relax."

Carrie looked over at Dara in Zane's body. Dara was stroking her dick; as they both watched, she could swear it was getting thicker and a little longer.

"There," Dara showcased 11 inches of thick flesh in her hand. "I want to show you what that guy had during the game."

Carrie and Zane's eyes widened as Dara gently jerked.

Dara moved in-between Carrie's legs, spreading her legs open with Zane's muscular legs. As she lined her new thickness up with Carrie's hole, it was clearly going to take some work to get in there. Zane reached over to the gift basket they received and produced some generic lube.

"I see we aren't the first to pull these sort of tricks," he joked as he coated his hand with the slippery substance. He wrapped a hand around her long shaft and pumped it to spread the lube out evenly. "Never in my life did I ever think I'd be jerking on a dick this big."

"Ok so let me get this straight," Carrie asked. "Right now, I see her body, but it's Zane inside."

"That's right," Dara replied.

"Same with you?" Carrie looked at Zane's body.

"Yep, we switched bodies temporarily. Plain and simple."

"Wicked," Carrie chuckled as she set her head back into the pillows.

Her confusion was soon interrupted as Dara's monster plunged right in. She slid 9 inches inside as Carrie gasped. 

"Oooo..." Carrie alternated between moans and short, swift breaths.

"Oh wow," Dara remarked, "no wonder some guys can't hold out long enough! That's tight."

"That's huge," Carrie responded.

Dara smiled and started thrusting faster. Carrie tried to slow her down by bringing her legs together, but Dara held them apart. She wiggled her waist, mostly inserted; spinning the other end of her pole around in circles, inside Carrie.

Carrie arched her back, allowing Dara's head to tantalize all the right spots. She still couldn't fully grasp that it was Dara in Zane's body, but she was loving every inch inside her. As Dara continued ramming her, she began to realize that only a woman would know to do some of the special tricks she was using.

Dara was getting near her breaking point quickly, inexperience in holding in an orgasm left her at a disadvantage. Carrie was already singing out in pleasure as Dara began to turn the corner. She stopped thrusting and withdrew, afraid to end the encounter too fast. As Carrie finished her now solo orgasm, it was obvious to her that Dara was close. She wanted to show Dara the best orgasmic feeling a man could have.

"Lay down Dara," Carrie said as she nudged her into place. "Earlier, I lost control with Zane. I can't help it that I love dick," Carrie wrapped her lips around the head and teased it with her tongue. She pumped Dara's shaft with one hand and squeezed her luscious E-cup with her other.




My Lover's Feelings Ch. 03



"Oh my god," Dara moaned out as Carrie worked her. Dara had always been a fan of the female form; but now she was getting a man's point of view of a beautiful blow job. Carrie's long blond hair draped over and gently tickled her crotch as she sucked. Her fluid motions, flawless skill and tightly pressed lips seemed to beg Dara to come. Carrie's large perfectly symmetrical breasts swayed as her nipples grazed Dara's inner thighs.

As Dara took in all aspects of Carrie's beauty, curves and skill, she now completely understood why men are so visually driven. The anticipation of her looming orgasm was driving her wild. She watched Carrie effortlessly inhale her inches, she couldn't take it any longer.

As Carrie felt Dara tense up, ready to blow...she grinned. Pulling her lips off, she gently teased the top 4 inches with a closed hand. "You want to cum, don't you..." Carrie said with a deep seductive tone.

"Yes..." Dara's heavy breathing barely let her speak.

Carrie pushed her thumb firmly into the thick base of Dara's dick, not letting her go over yet. "I want to taste it..." Carrie teased in her sexy voice.

"Oh please let me cum," Dara whined, "I want to cum..."

Carrie removed her thumb and jerked a little faster, "cum on my tits."

"Oh yeah," Dara whimpered. "I'm gonna cum!"

Carrie jacked her off furiously as Dara twitched. She grinned with wicked pleasure as she jerked and positioned her tits around Dara's erupting tower of flesh. Dara coated Carrie's bouncing breasts, sending shot after shot all over her. When the shots ceased, Carrie released her grip. Dara leaned up, a wonderful sight met her eyes.

Carrie seemed to be encased in a golden aura of sexual splendor. She sat indian-style, her big breasts glazed, and hair sat perfectly to one side...highlighting her stunning young looks. Carrie held her breasts, squeezing and massaging as she licked them.

In a flash, Dara assumed her own body again. She leapt onto the bed, almost tackling Carrie to her back. As Carrie pressed her breasts together, Dara took over licking them clean, sucking her coated nipples and licking between Carrie's huge masses. Carrie laid on her back and let Dara lick every last drop clean. She pulled Dara to her face and kissed her with lustful passion. 

"Come on," Dara encouraged as she leaned off Carrie's body, "I want more!"

Carrie followed as Dara sucked Zane's softening erection. They each took a side and ran their lips up and down his length. Carrie's sex-crazed passion was still going strong, and Dara's was not far behind. Together, they ravaged him until he was rock hard again.

Carrie wrapped both hands around him, "Dammit! Look at this thing! Oh my god Dara, its huge!"

Zane smiled as these two ladies admired his dick.

Dara laid down next to Zane and commanded him, "I want you to fuck me wild!"

Carrie bit her lip in excitement and switched places with Zane, laying next to Dara. Zane lubed himself up and went to work. With limited sensitivity, he fucked her hard and fast. He watched as both women's breasts wobbled with the motion of the bed. Carrie rubbed herself and kissed Dara's neck. In less than a week, Zane had gone from hating life at work to satisfying two beautiful women at once.

Dara moaned as orgasm took her. Carrie climbed onto Dara's stomach, facing Zane. She watched as Zane never slowed his thrusts. There was still 4 inches of Zane's shaft exposed. She grabbed Dara's hands, having them massage her soft tits. Carrie decided to put on a show for Zane. Her rubbing Dara's clit, and Dara massaging Carrie's breasts, all while he buried his dick deep inside his wife.

Dara called out again with another rocking orgasm, her body thrashed under Carrie as Zane fucked her into ecstasy.

"I can't take..." Dara struggled to get the words out. "No more..."

Zane slowed his thrusting and pulled out as she rested, defeated by his huge member.

Carrie stroked him slowly as Dara briefly recovered, "do you still want to taste him?"

"Oh yeah," Dara slowly sat up and regained control of her breathing.

"Ok, you just join in whenever you are ready," Carrie said with a giggle as she softly sucked him.

Zane returned to his back on the bed as Carrie worked his rod. She switched between hand and mouth, preparing him for another height of pleasure. Dara joined and took over. Carrie leaned her massive breasts over Zane's face, smothering him between them. He sucked her nipples, and squeezed her soft basketball-size mammaries while Dara pushed him closer to the edge.

Carrie watched Dara go crazy on him as he unloaded into her mouth. She sucked him loosely as his white juice trailed down his long shaft and puddle at the base. She pumped him like an old well, and he kept spilling from her mouth with every pump.

Carrie leaned in and together they licked his base and shaft clean. Both women laid on each side of him on the bed. Dara's finger gently made circles on his chest as she kissed his lips, while Carrie gently sucked and tugged on his flaccid 7 inches.

Exhausted, they fell asleep, one by one. The night had fallen outside, the gentle sounds of water washing up on the slope of the island filled the air. Who needed the resort's version of sex games? They just had their own!