15 comments/ 146087 views/ 135 favorites Treasure Beach for Three By: masterandmargarita I kept stealing glances at my wife's tight, black yoga pants which were clinging to the contour of her ass like a second layer of skin. A thin seam in the fabric ran down her crack toward a small cameltoe hump that was just barely visible as she bent down to check the zipper of her travel bag. The pants were on the shiny side, giving her well-rounded cheeks a sexy sheen from the punishing afternoon sun that was otherwise slowly roasting the hundred people that stood alongside us in the customs line. Alice's hair, pitch-black as the pants she was wearing, has the type of natural wavy curl that many women spend good money trying to replicate. She's an Irish Italian mutt, just like me, and it shows in her pronounced facial features and her fair skin. She thinks her ass is a little big but I think it is beyond perfection, especially for a slim, athletic woman in her thirties. The college-aged girls in line, who were only an hour or so away from going "wild," were boring in comparison with their straight ponytailed hair and boyish shapes. I would take my curly-haired, bubble-butt wife any day over them. Alice wheeled her bag a few feet forward and turned back to me with a smile. Unlike me, she was not going to let a long line dampen her spirits. We were in Jamaica and it was our first sojourn to the Caribbean for a beach-style vacation. She could barely contain herself. After we were free from the customs line, we quickly spotted our driver brandishing a handwritten sign with our name on it. He escorted us to his car in the parking lot and offered to sell us some weed before our butts even hit the seat. All the drivers do this, right? After some hesitation we decided that there was no harm in buying a couple of joints from him for the beach. We were on vacation, dammit. With the rental house being on the other side of the island, we knew that we would be getting in late. We bought some essential survival supplies from the local Mega Mart by the airport: rum, limes, mixers, a case of Red Stripes, and something called Dragon Stout that the beer enthusiast in me just couldn't resist. With that, we were whisked through the middle of the country. The sun set at the start of our journey and the island mountains came alive with house lights that seemed to reflect the stars in the sky. Bouncing violently on the beat-up highway, our vehicle was constantly dodging pedestrians, motor scooters, packs of dogs, and the occasional wandering goat. After a few hours, the driver suddenly stopped the car in front of a big beachside house. "Here we are, mon!" he announced to the both of us, startling us awake from a unintended nap. We got out of the car and strained to see our rental property through the darkness. With our bags in tow, he led us past the gate and down to the back porch to the first floor of the duplex. We were surrounded by the sound of chirping crickets and the waves pounding on the beach. After a quick tour, we took the driver up on his offer to buy a few joints and tipped him well. We found ourselves alone in that strange place in the middle of the night. As much as we wanted to feel excited, we never felt so stranded and out of our element. Without any city lights or streetlamps of any kind, it was really too dark outside to get a real feel of our new surroundings. I struggled to envision a relaxing vacation after all of the hustle that began somewhere around 5 am that morning. We decided to unpack a few essentials, filled up a few glasses with rum and ginger beer, and set out to explore the property. "Should we go down and check out the beach?" I asked Alice, holding up the beach-access gate key. "Hell yes!" she blurted. A few sips of alcohol and her enthusiasm was already back in high gear. Me? I was just damn tired. I unlocked the gate and a few steps down the stairs was all it took to find ourselves starting back at the immense sea from an entirely empty beach. We sipped on our drinks, quietly admiring the dazzling view of crashing waves and the starlit sky. For a guy that grew up in rural Ohio, it was pretty overwhelming. I tossed and turned that night with dreams: surreal reimaginings of the long car ride through the country and visions of our endless floating backyard where the approaching shapes of ancient vessels were beginning to take form in the distance... Treasure Beach for Three After a good rinse, we toweled off and headed inside. I picked Alice up, causing her to gasp, and I carried her to the bed. She lay back full nude with her knees propped up and spread, and her smooth slit pointed right at me. I dove in, holding her firmly by the thighs and extended my tongue, withholding for a few moments which caused her to clench her eyes in desperate anticipation and quicken her breathing. Finally, I pressed my tongue firmly across her labia and traced from bottom to top very slowly, allowing her to enjoy every millimeter of sensation. My repeated tongue strokes stopped just short of her clit, although I could see that it was poking out invitingly. Alice was visibly wet and I enjoyed some slippery finger strokes up her slit as I circled my tongue around her engorged clit. I put my fingers inside of her while I stroked her g-spot and gently lapped at her clit. She clenched her thighs against the side of my head and her moans echoed off the walls. Her body quivered and convulsed as I continued to swirl my tongue against her, bringing her to a loud and satisfying climax. After a few moments rest, I could feel the rumble in my stomach. "Okay, let's eat!" Treasure Beach for Three "Do you want to join us at the table?" I offered. "Oh, no thanks," she replied. "Tonight, I am here to serve you. It is your anniversary and it is also how I prefer to spend my final night on holiday. This is not negotiable." Alice's eyes lit up in reaction to Mala's statement. She was not comfortable asking other people to do things for her, so I felt that I should take the lead. "Thank you, we really appreciate this. What's on the menu this evening?" I inquired. "I prepared a nice vegetarian spread," she explained proudly. She put her hand to her mouth and whispered to us, playfully breaking character, "Sorry, no meat. And I didn't really prepare it, I had it brought in." Alice let out a laugh and I smiled at Mala reassuringly. "That sounds great. We're both happy to eat vegetarian," I quipped; a subtle double entendre. "Now, is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable while you enjoy your dinner?" Mala asked. Alice stared back at me expectantly and I honestly had no idea what to say. We hadn't exactly broken the ice on anything lurid, so I played it safe. "I think we're ready to eat," I told her. "Of course," Mala confirmed with just the slightest hint of disappointment. That was the tell that I was looking for. I cleared my throat and prepared to take a big chance while Alice looked on in suspense. "Oh, Mala," I called out, catching her just as she was stepping back into the house. "Would you be willing to remove your dress and continue serving us in your underwear?" Alice went white with embarrassment and Mala let me sit there and endure several seconds of unbearable suspense. "Absolutely!" Mala replied with a brimming smile. I shared a looked with Alice to gage her reaction, hoping that I hadn't crossed a line. "Thanks," she whispered to me. "You're welcome," I replied confidently. "Happy anniversary." I raised my glass. "Happy anniversary," she confirmed, clinking with me and enjoying another sip of Mala's exotic and delicious cocktail. Mala returned with a big metal serving tray: spiced callaloo, lentil stew, rice and peas, and—wait—who cares what was on the tray?! We both gazed at the sight of Mala in her skimpy underwear. She wore a strapless lacy red bra and red thong to match her discarded dress. Her bra could barely contain her breasts and they bounced as she walked, showing off just a sliver of nipples with each step. She set down the tray with a grin and seemed to enjoy that fact that we were opting to look over her body rather than dig into the food. "Please, help yourselves, I've already eaten," she offered. "Would you serve Alice some of that spinach-looking stuff?" I asked her. She smiled back at me, confirming that I was indeed playing the game correctly. She bent forward, nearly spilling out of her bra, as she scooped a heaping serving of callaloo onto Alice's plate. "Thank you," Alice said politely. She cleared her throat and proceeded with her own surprising request. "Mala, would you sit on my husband's lap and feed him his dinner?" "I would love to," she confirmed. I just sat there, stunned that my wife went from 0 to 11. Mala stood at my side and then bent over the table with my plate to collect a sample of the menu items. Her ass was right in my face with a thin piece of red fabric running down her buttcrack and hugging her cameltoe. I felt bad for staring, so I turned back to Alice only to see that she was doing the same. Mala proceeded to slowly lower herself into my lap. The flesh of her bare asscheeks was easily felt through the thin fabric of my pants and my cock pressed up against them. She collected a forkfuls of food and turned to fed them to me, bite after bite, dotting the corners of my mouth from time to time with a napkin. The feel of her hot buttocks against my swelling cock was enough to drive me insane with lust. Well played, Alice. "I'm feeling a bit of movement down there," Mala informed my wife with a giggle. "Oh really?" Alice wondered with a playful squint. "Are you getting hard, Tom?" "Just a little. I'm trying my best to be a gentleman, under the circumstances," I replied. "Yes, you certainly are," Mala agreed as she moved in with my drink to offer me a sip. I decided to give Alice a taste of her own medicine. "Mala, would you mind attending to my wife?" I asked. She graciously stood up and walked over to Alice, standing behind her chair at attention. "It's very warm out here. Won't don't you lower the straps of her dress and give her some air?" "Yes, sir," Mala responded. She slipped her hands under Alice's yellow shoulder straps causing her to close her eyes and quiver in anticipation. Mala pulled down the dress, revealing my wife's sexy round breasts. She proceeded to take them into her hands, gently cupping and squeezing them. "Yes, I like that. Go ahead and stroke her breasts and nipples," I encouraged. Alice let out a soft moan and enjoyed the sensations of Mala's hands across her upper body, gliding over her skin and carefully pinching her erect nipples. "Does it make you wet to play with my wife's breasts?" I asked Mala. "Yes," she confessed, bending her ass out in my direction and reaching between her legs to slide a finger over her protruding cameltoe. "Go ahead and remove your thong. You can serve us bottomless from this point on," I said. My suggestions were more than welcome, it seemed. The women glowed with lust every time I made one and I was aching in anticipation of where I could take it next. Mala slowly peeled off her thong and stepped out of it, heels and bra still in tact. "We could use another drink," I said, dying to see her walk around without her panties. I had a half-full cocktail in front of me, but that was hardly the point. Alice and I watched on eagerly as Mala stepped toward the sliding door. Her red bra was still decorating her upper body and her sexy buttcheeks were on full display. There is just something about the way a woman's naked ass moves when she is walking in heels; it always drives me crazy and this occasion was no exception. I seriously wondered how long I could even contain myself at that point. "How are you doing?" I asked my wife with concern. A check-in seemed damn appropriate given that panties were coming off. "I'm doing great," she confirmed with a quivering lip. She seemed even more sexually frustrated than I was. "You're doing a good job," she assured me. "I think you should go all in. Have some fun with us. I want you to do whatever you like, as long as she's into it." My head was absolutely swirling and my hard cock was staining my briefs with pre-cum. Before I could decide on my next move, there was Mala, stepping toward us and unabashedly showing off the slit of her beautiful, smooth pussy. I prepared to make my next suggestion when my wife unexpectedly beat me to the chase. "Mala, would you please remove my husband's pants and suck his cock under the table while he finishes his dinner?" Mala's eyes lit up in anticipation and she helped me up from my chair before I could even react. She lowered herself under the table and unbuttoned my fly. I turned to Alice, maintaining eye contact with her as my pants and briefs slid down my thighs. Alice was reaching between her legs to touch herself while she watched me enjoy the fruits of her generous suggestion. I sat back onto my seat and looked down at Mala who gave me a wink and then cupped my balls with one hand and grasped my cock with the other. Her pursed red lips made contact with the tip of my head and a drip of pre-cum coated them as she slid my cock from one corner of her mouth to the other. "Ahem," Alice cleared her throat and pointed to my plate. "You can watch the blowjob after you've finished your vegetables." I couldn't help but laugh out loud. She is a seriously fucking funny woman and I always found that to be sexy. "Okay," I conceded. I ate my rastafarian-style vegetarian food and let out a stifled groan as Mala took me into her throat. She bobbed up and down methodically as I enjoyed the last few bites from my plate. After washing down the food with a sip of sugary rum, I peeked back at the show under the table. Mala's throating intensified as she felt my eyes on her. I was getting close to the brink and would be damned if I didn't make the best of the situation. "Alice, did you want join your friend under the table for some dessert?" I offered. "That is, if you finished your vegetables." Alice pointed to her empty place with a proud smile and eagerly climbed under the table next to Mala. The sight of both women on their knees and looking up at me with lust was almost too much to take. My heart was pounding hard and my cock was standing at full attention, shadowing their faces. They turned to each other with smiles and shared a few soft kisses while Mala continued to stroke my cock. Alice's hands moved under my balls and played with them while Mala positioned my shaft between their puckered lips. Up and down they slid their lips in unison, enjoying my reactions and sharing occasional tongue touches as they swirled the tip of my head together. I groaned and stood up, hoping to give them better access to my package. My cock bobbed in front of their smiling faces and I enjoyed the view for a moment. They stuck out their tongues and leaned in, eager to suck a ball each into their mouths. Alice sucked gently on my left ball and then popped it out of her mouth playfully. "Take a picture why don't you?" she suggested. They both giggled and continued to lap at my balls together. "The camera's on the table." I reached for the camera, happy to take Alice up on her offer to document the occasion. Several magnificent shots followed: my hard cock resting snugly between their cheeks; their funny, eyebrow-raised smiles as they rubbed their noses against my balls; Mala sucking my entire sack into her mouth while Alice made my cock disappear in her throat and both of them batting their eyes up at the camera. That was a keeper. I set down the camera, eager to get back into the moment. They mercilessly teased my balls together, licking and slurping like a well-coordinated team. I groaned loudly, taking my cock into my hands and playfully slapping it against their foreheads. "Yeah! Give it to us!" they said encouragingly, leaning in cheek-to-cheek with each other and squinting with smiles as I rubbed my cock and balls across their faces. "Weren't you going to give us our dessert?" Alice asked. "Go ahead, give us that spunk," Mala added. She shared a smile with Alice and they proceed to stick out their tongues and look up at me in anticipation. I had to blow right there and then. They gasped and giggled as I jerked myself over their faces, sending my first high velocity splash across their upper lips and imparting them with thick cum mustaches. I gushed uncontrollably with one satisfying spurt after another, tracing white lines from their noses to their foreheads. They merged their tongues at the tip of my cock, enjoying the remaining drips and eagerly sucking my semen into their mouths like it was candy. I continued to take pictures and they gleefully posed with faces covered in my sticky spooge. They ran their tongues across each other's noses and foreheads, collecting what they could and passed cum back and forth into their mouths until it was nothing but a ball of spit. "Happy anniversary!" they said to me in unison. "Thanks," I replied, still short on breath from the intense experience. "Are you up for more?" I asked. "Oh yeah we are, right Mala?" Alice asked. "I'm yours for the night," she confirmed. Treasure Beach for Three I reached for Mala's hips, coaxing her to turn around into a 69 position on top of my wife. It was her turn to pleasure Alice's pussy while I prepared to put myself inside of another woman for the first time in I don't know how many years. Alice's soft moans vibrated against my manhood as Mala bent into position and began lapping at Alice's cunt. I admired Mala's dripping slit and cute little asshole as she presented herself to me. I decided to leave her waiting in anticipation, so I jerked my cock and enjoyed the feel of my balls sliding against my wife's face. Between the throat trusting and the sloppy ball-play, Alice's makeup was a mess. Her mascara ran down her cheek. She sucked my entire sack into her mouth and moaned approvingly as I positioned my shaft against Mala's wet slit. I couldn't hold back any longer and was desperate to pump away at the tempting body in front of me. With an eager thrust, I pushed my cock into Mala and was enveloped in her hot flesh. Alice licked my balls with enthusiasm as I thrust into Mala. I enjoyed a handful of Mala's asscheeks and fucked her with complete abandon, shaking the bed violently. Alice seemed to be enjoying Mala's tongue between her legs and leaned in to return the favor. She tongued Mala's clit, causing her to moan out with approval. Mala was gushing all over my cock and balls. I pumped away at Mala and my balls dragged across Alice's forehead and nose in a mess of spit and vaginal juices while Alice persistently pleasured Mala's clit. I pulled out my cock and put it in Alice's mouth, giving her a taste of Mala's glaze. I rotated several times between Alice's mouth and Mala's sopping pussy, basking in the responsive feminine purring and soft receptive orifices that craved to be filled with my cock. With Alice perfectly positioned under my balls, I decided to take advantage. "Mala, why don't you turn back around and lay on top of Alice," I suggested. She turned around with a smile and lowered herself onto Alice, pressing their breasts together. I didn't have to say anything; she knew to take my cock into her throat and did so with relish. Mala and Alice slurped and sucked on my manhood with renewed intensity. My wife's hands eagerly explored Mala's chest as she felt the strands of sticky spit dangling down from Mala's intense throating. I took Mala by the shoulders, easing her to the side and lowering her onto her back next to my wife. Their upside down heads eyed me with lust as I jerked my cock over their faces. "Prop your knees up and masterbate for me," I instructed. They eagerly complied and let out some soft moans as I teased their mouths with my cockhead. I held my shaft at the base and rubbed my throbbing member back and forth across their lips and extended tongues. I exploited the pretty faces below me, slapping my cock gently on their foreheads and rubbing it across their noses while they moaned with approval. "Do you like how I'm taking advantage of you?" I asked. "Yes, punish us with that big knob of yours," Mala begged. "You're so fucking big and hard," Alice encouraged. At this point I noticed that they had their hands in each other's laps, rubbing each other intently. I proceeded to dip my cock into their open mouths. They positioned themselves closer to the edge of the bed, practically hanging off of it so that I could I go deeper into their throats. I was so delirious with pleasure as I humped at their throats with abandon and watched the streams of spit streaking across their foreheads. They turned their faces toward each other and let out a giggle at their messy appearance. "I'd like to cum inside one of you and have the other lick it up," I suggested, hoping that they would take a final request. "Who wants it?" "Me! Me!" they begged. "Cum inside of both of us!" Alice offered, as a solution. Hmmm. I hadn't thought of that. "Well, it's worth a shot," I replied. Their eyes lit up with excitement at the proposed finale. "Alice, get on top of her and both of you bend your asses toward me." Mala crouched at the end of the bed and Alice climbed on top, both eagerly stacking their pussies in front of me. I couldn't help but to go in for a taste; I dragged my tongue up the incredibly display of pussy and ass from top to bottom, following with the curves of their cheeks and the sopping slits of their pussies. They cooed and moaned at the strokes of my tongue and begged to have me inside of them. I sucked their engorged pussies into my mouth, one at a time and lapped at their erect clits. Ready for entry, I held onto Mala's ass and thrust into her, enjoying a second helping of her tight hot pussy. With my cock absolutely soaked in Mala's juices, I pulled out and put myself inside of Alice. She yelped in pleasure as I fucked her nice and hard. Back and forth, I enjoyed as many rounds as I could handle, fucking their dripping cunts and bracing myself for a much needed release. There was something about the intensity of the situation: the symphony of female moaning, the way they let me have my way with them—my body was producing semen on overdrive and my balls were sucked up tighter than I had ever experienced. I clenched my toes and groaned loudly as I unloaded the first satisfying spurt deep into Mala's quivering cunt. I pulled out as fast as I could, sending a splatter across their cracks along the way and buried my cock into Alice. I couldn't help but lean in for support against their bodies as I emptied out into Alice's pussy. Alice was trembling and moaning with satisfaction as she felt the last of the gooey deposits spilling out inside of her. I stood back and watched as they arranged themselves a 69 position with Mala on top. She slurped at Alice's cum-filled pussy and bent her ass over my wife's face. A sticky strand of semen dangled between her pussy lips and Alice accepted it into her mouth with an extended tongue. Alice lifted her head to lick Mala's smooth labia and moaned in pleasure as Mala gave her the same treatment. They snuggled up, face-to-face, and eagerly explored each other's cum-coated mouths, kissing and giggling naughtily as they observed the stunned look on my face. "Thank you, Tom!" they said in unison. "Ah, you're welcome," I mumbled, completely exhausted and overwhelmed by what had just transpired. I honestly couldn't believe it. Was it even happening? Was I really that lucky?