8 comments/ 24567 views/ 8 favorites A Soundless Sex By: Norcoaster Author's Note — While I had originally categorized this as a Romance, I'm now re-categorizing this story under 'Group Sex'. But it is really both — a romance, with a group sex exploration. I originally wrote the second half of this story as a stand-alone story with the lead female character hearing, and basically centered around group sex and experimentation, including some male and female bi-curious exploration — all of which I put into descriptive Story Tags that for some reason this site does not make visible at the head of stories as other sites do to allow readers to get an idea of what to expect, as some folks' sexual interests and preferences are naturally not others'. But then I thought I'd put some heart and empathy into the story with an additional romantic first half as well. So it wound up being largely a romance, but still with some group sex. From the public comments I'm getting back so far however — at least from readers apparently interested in sexual romance — combining romance with group sex exploration must be like mixing ketchup with ice cream. Only one person has privately messaged me saying they loved it, but seemed to not prefer making their praise public. I guess this combination simply is too incongruent to those who feel motivated to write an opinion however; although I've read real-life testimonials that threesome and group sex explorations can get committed couples to fall even more deeply in love with each other. But the idea as portrayed in this story just seems to draw vocal complaints and criticisms, despite its 4 stars average rating so far. Some of what's described in this story is not stuff I'd do myself, but that is what erotic fantasy, and writing it is about — exploring things we likely won't experience, and playing it out to see, and vicariously experience, what might happen. Unfortunately, unlike with other story web sites, I cannot seem to be able to just delete this story and keep it for my own occasional enjoyment once it has been approved, or hide it while I rework it. Frankly, the story has now gone from being fun to write, to being a quality but problematic headache, despite its largely positive star ratings. I've debated breaking this story in two and doing it as two separate and unrelated stories. But that would entail creating a new ending for one, and a revised beginning, and likely ending for the other. Frankly, I'd rather move on to my efforts at real world writing at this point. So for the anonymous commenter who suggested it, readers have now been warned. If you enjoy it, wonderful . . . and thank you. If you don't, I've heard 'ya, and have left your comments up (but have you read further towards the end where the two main characters discover an even more profound love, and pride?) Even though I think it's a good, varied and moving story . . . and even though I do care for the main characters, I kind of just wish I could put it to bed at this point, or even wad it up. — Norcoaster — — — — — As I faced a summer where I would be working every single weekend, I decided I just needed a weekend somewhere alone, and quiet, before it all started. So, oddly perhaps, I chose nearby Santa Cruz, California . . . for its nice beaches. The oceanfront town soon wound up being too busy for my taste, but it did have nice beaches as advertised. However, when I placed my cappuccino order with Jillian the Friday afternoon I got there . . . any plans I might have had to move on to somewhere quieter changed. Fairly short at only a little over five feet against my five-foot, ten, and seeming to be around thirty years old with long brown hair, Jillian had a nicely fit body that she clothed in shorts and swoop-neck top, also wearing an open, slightly oversized man's red shirt with its sleeves partly rolled up, almost as a windbreaker. But she wore no ring on her finger — I had naturally checked — nor necklace or any other visible token of someone's affection. For some reason, even the very first time I saw her, I had these indescribable feelings about her. She just seemed . . . amazing. "Yough aghain?" she greeted me the following afternoon with a smile in her somewhat odd accent, almost like she had suffered a stroke or something, as she stood behind the cash register. "Yeah, me again," I smiled, too, coming into her boardwalk coffee shop for the third time that Saturday. "But I'm not here for me this time. I'm wondering what it would take to buy this person I'm interested in a cup of her favorite coffee, and when I might invite her out from behind the counter." Jillian seemed to lose her customary confidence and cheer, looking down briefly before returning her gaze to me. "Shhe doesn'ght reallly date," this woman replied. "Why?" I asked gently. "Shhe's deaff," she replied, " . . . verrhy deaff. I donn't date hearring whell . . . donn't date deaff whell, either. Jusst work out alonne and reahd in off hourrs." Most hearing men, maybe deaf men as well for that matter, probably wouldn't have known what to do at that point; which might have been one reason why she was single and available. I just decided to show her I was serious about what I offered, silently taking her hand resting on the counter, and looking at her with a gentle but direct smile. "Yough meann it?" she asked, continuing to look at me. "Yes," I said clearly, gently smiling and nodding as her fingers gently squeezed around mine. That first evening, we just walked the boardwalk. "Treat mme normmal," she requested right up front. "I reahd lips, nno problemm. I don't evenn like sighning much. Lived arounnd hearingg my whole life. Unless I tell them, mosst people just think I havve a speech impedihment, or stroke." "That's what I thought," I admitted. "Beach volleyball," she then almost interrupted as we looked at what looked like a serious game happening on the sand nearby, as two pairs of women in sport bikinis were going at it, digging and spiking the ball hard at one another. Naturally, a crowd had gathered. "You play?" I asked. "Whanted to," she replied, looking at the game again after seeing my question. "Couldn't hear whistle though, so nevver beyonnd cassual games." "I'd play with you," I said, pointing to myself to get her attention again. "Me . . . I'd play volleyball with you, maybe even up into the leagues — junior ones anyway." "Don't whorry, theyh don't do co-ed in upper leahgues," she replied while taking my pointing finger and gently pushing it down, apparently not wanting me to make gestures or signs for her. "Shame," I replied. "It'd be fun." "Yeah," she agreed, looking back at the game. "Those ghames get so intense that the menn whould be fucking their female parhtners in those bikinis befforre the matches were overr. They whouldn't be able to help it." I just shook my head and smiled. So did she. — — — — — Screwy thing was, sound was a big part of my life, being part of a small concert production start-up. Jillian however decided she wanted to go to the concerts with me that I helped put on. "I cann feehl music through larrge speahkers," she told me as I drove her to a concert gig I was part of a couple weeks later, "it's like being hosed with the vibration of sound." Glancing at her beside me in my classic red MG ragtop, her gentle cleavage framed within a dark blue swoop top and opened green shirt, it was an appealing metaphor . . . imagining her being hosed by most anything. We arrived at the outdoor concert site at a winery in the nearby Santa Cruz Mountains. Knowing she was basically impervious to the loudness, and might like being so close to the intense vibrations, I set Jillian up for a while sitting on a large box subwoofer in a speaker tower to the left of the stage as I then went to work finishing the set-up and sound checks before the featured band rehearsed a few classic rock instrumentals they would be playing during the weekend. Coming back to her later, Jillian had a very relaxed smile on her face, and a large but fortunately faint wet spot on the crotch of the khaki shorts she was wearing. When I apologized and offered to take her to a bathroom, she shook her head, still smiling. Only later as I was driving her home did she confess to me that sitting on the speaker cabinet had vibrated her to a drenching orgasm — more than one. While still coyly declining to invite me into her apartment, Jillian asked me to bring her to both evening concerts of classic rock that weekend. During the first concert, she had us stand right among the speakers in that left tower — with me having to scramble to find and wear protective earplugs before we did. I knew what she was doing though as she leaned her crotch against the rear corner of that black subwoofer speaker cabinet while the music began to blast with unbelievable intensity all around us in the tower. She then said something as we stood side by side, but I had no idea what it was. While I could no longer hear her, looking at her was something else. I couldn't help eventually cumming in my own pants just watching Jillian orgasming herself over and over again as the music continued reverberating around us. Her arms became locked either side of her clothed breasts, forcing them together, amplifying her athletic cleavage, as she came to hold her body poised above the corner of that cabinet like a gymnast poised straddling a balance beam. Her bare legs came to be spread along the side and back of the cabinet so that her clothed crotch could ride it, right on the rounded point where its edges met. Finally, Jillian tossed her head, her long mane of brown hair falling down her back while her eyes were closed in ecstatic bliss. Her mouth ovalled as she let out long, orgasmic cries that were silenced against the massive output the speakers surrounding us. I found myself envying that speaker cabinet she was mounted against. So for the second and final concert there that weekend, I quickly arranged the next morning for yards of black fabric to be hung from the scaffolding all around both speaker towers on either side of the stage. The concert director even liked the new look. But I wasn't telling him why. When I ushered Jillian through the hanging fabric to her favored perch within the left speaker tower that evening, she turned around, facing me this time. The music started as I saw her lips move, but once again, I could no longer hear her. "I can't hear you now, and I can't read lips," I said, at least hearing myself inside my head, but knowing she was still seeing what I was saying. Instead of being irritated or frustrated at me though, she calmly smiled amid what was to me an almost painful maelstrom of sound, despite the earplugs. I was in her world now, where gestures were the only things that mattered. To the opening strains of a classic Hendrix guitar riff, Jillian sat on the back corner of that subwoofer cabinet, facing me this time, openly inviting me to watch as she arched her clothed self while intense bass vibrations swept through her loins and body. She unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, revealing her close-trimmed mound, free of any panties. Jillian then raised her swoop top under her opened shirt, revealing two gentle, braless breasts, their dark red, oblong areolae surrounding her prominent nipples. I could see the vibrations of the speaker beneath her rippling through even those mammaries, with every tiny vellus hair on her goose fleshed orbs standing at attention as roving spotlights briefly illuminated them through the black fabric around us. Her eyes were already closing as she sat on that cabinet, being vibrated towards her first orgasm. As some three hundred people rocked to the music on the other side of the wafer-thin black fabric panels, I unbuttoned my shirt and unzipped my khaki pants, letting them fall around my shoes, along with my black boxers. Not wanting to startle Jillian with her eyes closed, I gently laid my hands on her parted thighs below her shorts, feeling the buzzing from the speaker through her legs. She opened her eyes again, looking at me, but otherwise remaining motionless. I took that as my cue to move my hands onto her shorts, sweeping them down her thighs as she compliantly brought them together for me, allowing those shorts to drop past her bent knees and off her shoed feet to the deck of the scaffolding we were on. I then re-parted her thighs before me with my hands, this time noticing every hair on her close-cropped pussy was pointing to her clitoris in a nicely groomed 'V'. Never taking her eyes off of me and bracing herself on her arms, Jillian slowly wrapped her legs around mine as we both moved her seated, quivering ass to the edge of the vibrating speaker cabinet. I then brought the rest of her both clothed and exposed body against my open chest, drawing her into a deep kiss. For the first time, my swelling cock came into contact with the forceful pulsations of that cabinet, and I began sharing the intense pleasure from it that she was. As the undulating strains of that guitar riff coursed through us both now, my penis found its way to the sopping portal of Jillian's womanhood, her cuntlips shuddering with each note and change of pitch as they began to welcome and embrace my cockhead. Even before I could force my shaft into her further, she clamped herself around me as the rest of my penile shaft slipped deeply into her vaginal recesses. I kissed her hard as we now fucked upright with her remaining poised on the edge of that cabinet as I stood. Neither of us moved at first as the music throbbed through Jillian and I together, consuming us both — each change of pitch and chord producing a different vibration . . . some less intense, some more. This open-shirted woman soon started writhing against me, sometimes kissing me, but also arching her body with her head thrown back at times, her mouth open as if she was moaning deeply, even screaming to the sky — or at least to the next set of speakers on the deck above us. But I couldn't hear her. I just held her body, my arms wrapped around the skin of her lower back, giving her the freedom to move against me as she wanted while her arms remained in a roaming embrace that both tightened and loosened at times around my shoulders, her hands gripping and kneading my neck and head. Our coupled bodies now pressed my ballsac and cockroot directly against the speaker cabinet, and with just the right vibration, I found my cock unleashing its first spurting floods of cum into Jillian almost involuntarily at the command of the music pounding through both of us. A screaming chord of notes now caused me to grimace with ecstasy as if I was riffing the electric guitar myself, calling forth even more convulsive shots of cum from me as I held this brunette's now sweating body tightly. The riff came to an end as these last notes faded. The audience cheered beyond the black fabric, as Jillian and I breathed deeply against each other. Finally, we looked at one another, gradually breaking out into smiles as we hugged tightly again. And this was just the first tune. Praying that the loudness of the speakers would continue to repel any other hearing person from poking their head into that tower; as the music resumed, I took off both our shirts, wadded them up, and made them into a pillow for Jillian's head as I laid her down across the top of that speaker cabinet. Not worrying whether my erection would return, I proceeded to worship at her prostrate nude body as her hands lovingly stroked my head. Knowing how long the concert was, as well as the playlist, I took my time with Jillian now — each tune becoming a course in the banquet, the feast, that was our lovemaking. I savored each of her breasts with their ovalled areolae and prominent nipples as they quivered in my mouth. I buried my face against her abdomen as its skin and flesh reverberated with the powerful bass tones emanating from beneath us, and I brought her to even deeper orgasmic frenzy as I orally venerated her womanhood, my lips pressing hard across her labial folds, my tongue probing her clit and grasping vaginal maw as my arms held her parted thighs against my head with a vise-like grip as her vaginal juices seemed to flood into my mouth opened against her. Then, seeing her lying exhausted and breathing hard after a devastating string of climaxes, I rose above Jillian's body lying on that speaker cabinet, and once again, I entered her, probing my hardened penis deeply into her pliant, wet and receptive cuntal passage. Taking her into my embrace, I fucked her shuddering body with my entire being as her legs and arms welcomed me, her mouth kissing me ravenously as we moved and were forcibly trembled together. By the time intermission came, I was lying utterly spent myself on top of Jillian, still in the missionary position, having orgasmed twice more into her thanks to those consuming vibrations. Even she now could stand no more. So, for the second half of the concert, we just moved off the cabinet and sat on the edge of the scaffolding behind the black fabric, able to see the stage and everything through it, almost as if we had a private box seat. I cradled Jillian crossways in my lap and arms, both of us still nude, as she rested her head against my shoulder, with only her green outer shirt draped loosely over one side of her body amid the warmth of the summer evening. We continued to say not a word to each other the whole second set, but I found myself starting to love this woman. — — — — — I got Jillian to start teaching me American Sign Language or ASL, soon nicknaming her 'J' because signing that to her was easier for me than her name-sign. She would allow us to sign to each other at times, enabling me to build my proficiency — or so I contended — but for some reason, she still preferred to hide her deafness around others, even getting me to agree not to reveal or discuss it with people we met together unless she gave me permission, or brought it up herself . . . which made for some awkward situations at times. Jillian had been largely managing to hide it on her own for years though, and seemed to prefer being treated as normal. I wanted her to be proud of who she was however, including being deaf; but I went with her wishes on this, wanting her to simply be happy and content with me. It's just what love does. Later that summer though, I proposed to her in the speaker tower, this time up set-up for a weekend to the north at a Sonoma Valley winery as the music began. Instead of starting to remove her clothing as usual now, I dropped to my knees, and as was our custom during sessions inside that tower, I didn't speak or sign a word. I just took the fingers of her left hand with my left, and produced a small ring case from the right pocket of my khaki shorts, opening it to reveal a diamond ring as I bowed my head, before looking at her again. You, me . . . marry? Deaf? she signed, breaking our wordless rule. I simply nodded — smiling, hopeful. She dropped to her knees as well in front of me, next to that speaker cabinet, orgasms forgotten about for the moment . . . and with a smile and hint of tears in her eyes, she nodded yes. — — — — — To celebrate our engagement, I took her on a trip after that concert gig to a wild stretch of the Northern California coast where roads just don't go. With it being September now and the fogs finally lifting for a brief, real summer there, it was the place to go and do anything a person liked. While I had encountered others there on September weekend hikes by myself in the past; with it being a Tuesday now after Jillian and I had enjoyed an overnight at an oceanside bed and breakfast, I was confident we would have miles of wilderness beach all to ourselves. As I drove us to the beach trailhead though, Jillian seemed a little more reserved than usual. Part of me hoped she wasn't having second thoughts, but I couldn't tell. The only thing she started to say was, "Have yough ever . . .?" but she didn't finish the thought, and I chose not to press her on it. A Soundless Sex With a warming offshore breeze from the interior valleys though, temperatures right at the shore were actually in the eighties as we parked at the nearest beach trailhead. Although we had planned just a day hike, expecting to find another bed and breakfast or inn that night, I carried a backpack with a roomy sleeping bag and enough food and supplies to allow us to stay the night on the beach if we wanted. This time, Jillian was wearing a maroon and white sport bikini under her opened blue shirt — one of my shirts that she had appropriated now — along with her khaki shorts that I could not wait for her to shed. With me in blue swim shorts with a grey tank top and green shirt, we hiked hand-in-hand, barefoot, along that endless beach, our parked car disappearing behind us in the distance. Fuck on beach now? Jillian signed to me with a smile, briefly borrowing her hand back. That she was signing instead of speaking first told me she was really letting her guard down. I felt better, relaxing now as I warmly put my left arm around her while we continued walking north. Little further . . . around point, I signed with one hand and a smile, gesturing ahead of us. Thank you, she then signed to me without elaborating further. It was for everything we were sharing, including her deafness. I stopped us as we were almost rounding that point, drawing her to me into an embrace, just savoring her and what we had. Things could not be more perfect. But then, looking further north, I saw a volleyball net with a tent, cooler and chairs nearby. I relaxed my hold on Jillian, my body language now cooling. She first looked up at me with puzzlement, then turning to look where I was. "Fuck," she now quietly said out loud in irritation to me, as we both saw a man and a woman casually tossing a volleyball back and forth over the net. We had come all this way, even on foot, expecting to be enjoying a warm, sunny afternoon of uninhibited sex on the beach by ourselves, perhaps even in the surf . . . and now all that seemed gone. I drew her back closer to me again in a consoling hug, sharing her disappointment as we continued to watch the man and woman play with the ball. The woman was tanned, wearing a red and white sport bikini, and had dark, straight hair down her back that was drawn into a ponytail under a sun visor she had on her head. Her male partner was even more tanned, with short, black hair and wearing a dark blue male bikini brief that left little to the imagination, with a lighter blue tank top. Having watched a number of matches in Santa Cruz with Jillian over the summer, I recognized they were wearing league apparel . . . except for the guy's Speedos. These two were fairly serious beach volleyball players. "Just what we were looking for!" I now heard the woman yell, looking our way as she grabbed and held the ball. "A couple more partners to make this a good, satisfying match! Wanna play?" "That wasn't quite in our plans for today," I loudly responded back, not entirely hiding my irritation at their presence. "What they saying?" Jillian asked me aloud, unable to read the woman's lips at this distance, and having felt me yelling towards the couple. "They want us to play a match with them," I quietly replied, glancing at her as she read my lips. "Make it worth your while," the other woman continued almost at the same time. "She says they'd make it worth our while," I automatically conveyed to Jillian now. "How?" she asked me. "How?" I conveyed back to the other woman loudly. "Let's just say one of you is guaranteed to win, the way we play," she hinted, "and you both will really enjoy it." I repeated that to Jillian as she and I then looked at each other. "Ahlways wanted to play with leahgue players," my partner decided aloud. "Ahnd working up a sweat beforre sex somewhere else might be fun." I shrugged, unable to disagree. "Okay," I yelled back to the other couple as we resumed walking towards them, "we're in." Within a moment, we were standing beside their beach court, complete with a taped boundary line spiked down into the sand. But the couple were each remaining on different sides of the net. "Which side do you want us to take?" I finally asked, seeing them not moving. "You split up and pair off with each of us," the woman invited. "That's how we guarantee one of you will win the match. We'll switch off between you two to help keep things even, and interesting. You wanna come to my side first?" she invited me. I looked silently to Jillian beside me, but she seemed willing to pair off with the bronzed and well-toned man on one side of the net as she stripped down to just her sport bikini, looking like she belonged on the sand court. I saw the other woman eyeing her with some intrigue out of the corner of my eye as J's pro-looking sport bikini was now fully revealed, while I took my green outer shirt off. Then, once Jillian had gathered her long hair back into a ponytail with a white scrunchie she had brought with her, off she and I each went to different sides. Importantly for her, there was no referee, and no whistle. I had to remind myself that our agreement remained in effect though — I could not bring up or show the fact she was deaf unless J did. But at least being on different sides of the net, I could give her subtle signs and cues if I felt the need to. It actually began feeling like fun to have her as an opponent now however. "Hi, I'm Sienna," my new female partner then greeted me, extending a hand as I now approached her in what would be our side of the sand court, for the first seven points anyway before both teams switched sides according to the rules of beach volleyball. "Pleased to meet you," I said shaking her hand, beginning to warm up to her as I got a better look at her athletic breasts and ripped body in that red and white sport bikini of hers. "I'm Randolph, Randolph Parker," I continued, ensuring that Jillian could see what I was saying if she wanted to. "But I prefer Rand instead of the conventional Randy," I continued, "especially once my fiancée, Jillian, over there noted to me early on that 'randy' also means sexually excited." "Well, are you?" Sienna asked me openly. "Sometimes," I parried right back with a slight smile. "You play beach volleyball before?" she followed up. "Not really," I replied. "But J and I have watched matches in Santa Cruz at times." "Well, you know then that the first team to reach twenty-one wins the set, so long as there's a two-point lead," she reviewed anyway. "And it's two out of three sets to win the match. If each team wins one of the first two sets, the first to reach fifteen in the third set, again with a two-point lead, wins the match." "Got it," I assured, knowing that J was even more aware of the rules than I was. "Do we get breaks between sets?" "Ohh yeah," my teammate assured. "Ready?" "Yep," I replied. "You two ready over there?" Sienna then said to her partner and mine. "Ready!" the man replied, as he took position off to one side behind Jillian, seeming to either have accepted her deafness, or more likely, being completely unaware of it, while J just nodded and readied herself for the first volley. "I'll serve first," Sienna offered, stepping beyond the red-taped boundary spiked into the sand. She hit the multi-colored ball into the air, and the match was on. Having never seen her play before, Jillian was able to dig for the ball with surprising deftness and agility, allowing her male partner to spike it back across. I dove for it, but just missed before it hit the sand on our side. "One-zip, their favor," Sienna noted. "Take something off." "What?" I queried, looking at her. "Take something off," she repeated as Jillian watched her speak. "It's part of our warm-up ritual. Makes the game more real. In this heat, you'll be thankful soon. And don't worry, we'll run out of clothes by the time they score four against us. It's kind of fun though to see which team can strip the other faster." "Okay," I smiled as I took off the grey tank top I was wearing, revealing my lightly haired and reasonably toned chest and torso. I looked across the net, seeing Jillian smiling at me as she braced for play to resume. This could get interesting. The very next point though I missed again as even the serve hit the sand near me. "Take 'em off," Sienna said, looking at my swim shorts, "as you lost that point, too." Smiling and shaking my head with chagrin, I now shed and tossed aside my shorts, becoming the first nude player on the sand court while everyone else remained clothed . . . to a degree. Losing any shame as the others, along with Jillian, looked at me and my openly dangling ballsac and circumcised cock; I was determined to start stripping my opponents across the net now as well. The next point was volleyed furiously back and forth, with the other man the last to touch it as the ball went out of bounds. He dutifully stripped off his shirt, revealing his hairless, waxed torso. Seeming to be just a little less than my five-foot, ten height and in his late twenties, his chest pecs were gently defined with tight, dark male nipples, but otherwise he had smooth and subtle muscles beneath deeply tanned skin. His was a body I envied — but just a little, feeling that I didn't look bad myself having recently turned thirty-five. I was certainly satisfying enough to Jillian, judging by our activities in recent days, let alone through the summer. Play resumed though, and this time I was able to spike the ball over the net, down next to the male's feet, causing him to shed his bikini shorts now as well, revealing his close-shaved manhood, his cockhead being sheathed within an intact foreskin. To the obvious pleasure of our women, both us males were nude. Now it was the females' turn to start shedding. The tide once again turned, with me losing the next point. Sienna dutifully shed her sport bikini top anyway, revealing almost perfectly rounded and tear dropped natural breasts in the upper B-cup range, not quite as tanned as the rest of her, but with dark, well-defined areolae and nipples. I found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the game, but Jillian just kept smiling at me, clearly enjoying it all as she herself made the next serve. I dug for it, pitching the ball up as Sienna spiked it back over the net, causing her male companion to dive and just miss it. Without anyone telling her to, Jillian now gladly shed her top, revealing her looser and slightly more hanging breasts with those deep red, oblong areolae and sizable protruding nipples. Even against Sienna's seemingly more athletic and flawless orbs however, I found myself still preferring Jillian and what she had. That was love, and I smiled to myself, relishing it. We split the next two points, with Jillian and then Sienna shedding their bikini bottoms — Sienna sporting a narrow, close cropped French bikini wax, with her trimmed black pubic fur stopping in a point at her clit. Once again, I found myself preferring the subtle 'V' of Jillian's pubic hairs and her slightly more protruding inner cuntlips. Now, all four of us were nude; but I had forgotten the score as we continued to play. Before I knew it though . . . "That's twenty-one!" Sienna cheered, raising her right fist in the air. "First set's yours, Rand," she said amazingly enough. "Could you be a gentleman and bring us two water bottles from the cooler over there?" she then gestured with her head while hooking her fingers through the net and resting her nude self against it. As I went over to the cooler, curiously I noticed the other man doing the same thing. "Didn't catch your name," I simply asked. "Alorno," he smiled, grabbing a couple bottles for Jillian and himself while I now waited behind him, taking time to admire his toned brown physique and ass up close for the first time. "You're Rand, right?" he added, standing and turning back to me in his full nude, waxed masculine glory. "That's right," I smiled as I grabbed two bottles myself out of the cooler while he held the lid for me. "Jillian must really be in love with you," he continued. "She didn't say much, but she couldn't stop looking at you. I had to tap her on the shoulder to even get her to pay attention to me. Odd accent though . . . brain injury?" "You could say," I hedged, keeping to my agreement with Jillian. "She doesn't like to talk about it." He just nodded as both of us then returned to our female teammates of the moment, with me handing Sienna a bottle. As I opened and drank from mine, she opened hers, drinking half, but then pouring the rest of it over her head and nude body, making herself utterly wet and irresistible. On the other side of the net, I noticed Jillian was basically doing the same thing, drenching her head and body as well. "Boy, I could use a good fuck right now," Sienna then sighed, bracing her hands against the net again, right across from Jillian on the other side. "You mind?" she then asked, looking at me as I did a double take, while noticing that J was seeing what Sienna said. "Umm, I'm engaged," I hesitantly replied, not knowing where to go with this now. "And Alorno and I are married," Sienna replied, still seeming to catch her breath. "So we're safe for each other. You're clean, right? No S.T.D.'s?" "Jillian and I are clean, and I've been a regular blood donor," I affirmed, " . . . but I don't know about this." "If nothing else, it will confirm that you two really want each other," Sienna said, now glancing at Jillian as well. "Come on, my pussy's waiting," she invited, spreading her legs further apart and swiveling her hips a little in my direction. I looked uncertainly at J, but she was already turning around to look at bronzed Alorno as she remained bent over hanging at the net across from Sienna, beginning to accept his firm stroking of her ass while he positioned his loins at the portal of her womanhood. "You okay with this?" he asked her as Jillian was fortunately looking at him. She turned back my way, looking down, seeming hesitant. Finally though, my fiancée looked me in the eyes, not betraying an emotion I could read this time. "Ohkayh," she accepted to my real surprise as Alorno further fondled her, preparing her ass and loins for fucking. Sienna then looked at me again still braced against the net, glancing at her own ass. Part of me felt strangely torn. I wanted to be fondling Jillian's bent-over body. Even her deaf accent was now attractive to me. But then I looked at Sienna. With reluctance, I accepted Sienna's invitation, dropping my water bottle as I moved myself to the junction of her spread thighs and asscheeks. It soon became a rush however, even stroking them for the first time — forbidden fruit that I never thought I would touch that day. Yet here it was. So I just tuned into this opportunity to fuck another woman now, especially one so physically perfect. Sweat and bottled water still slickened most every inch of Sienna's deeply tanned skin. Her asscrack and pussy were even wetter, her cuntlips blossoming, almost salivating in anticipation, inviting my invasion of them. I grabbed her left hip firmly with my left hand, using my right to begin brushing my swollen cock up and down her crack, teasing her pussy lips as Sienna sighed deeply in front of me. On the other side of the net, I saw Alorno brushing his fully erect cock between Jillian's asscheeks as well, before he thrust forward into her, his loins cupping against her ass from behind. With no reason to hold back now, I likewise moved my cock one more time down Sienna's asscrack, this time sinking it in between her soft, wet cuntlips and plunging it into her as she sighed deeply in front of me. As Sienna moved her hands to lock fingers with Jillian through the netting, I gave in, leaning forward to openly kiss the woman I was now fucking myself into, running my hands appreciatively along her bronzed, sweaty, lean body, cupping and kneading her wonderful, taut breasts as Sienna moved her head and lips to meet mine in a searing kiss that was somehow silently louder and more intense than the amplifiers I had been fucking Jillian around. I brought this woman's body against mine hard as we continued to kiss. It was suddenly the fiercest sex I had ever known. I now wanted to fuck Sienna hard, and make her cum, equally hard — my right fingers probing down her firm abdomen while my left continued to appreciatively knead both her breasts. While then kissing Sienna's shoulder, I glanced in front of us, seeing Jillian completely accept, even welcome, Alorno's fucking of her as she turned her head to kiss his lips deeply while he arched himself over her back, thrusting into her steadily. That sight of Jillian and Alorno kissing as they fucked did something to me though. I suddenly found myself channeling confused, churning emotions into fucking Sienna all the harder, bringing almost the full weight of my body onto her from behind as I began to savagely drill her cloying cunt with all I was through my inflamed, even angry penis. Sienna was now arching her back downwards under me as our loins slapped together loudly. I growled as I fucked her all the harder while both women now just hung their upper bodies by their arms, their fingers still locked together through the net, breathing hard as we males primally rutted ourselves into each of them. My fuckmate then moved herself forward to kiss a downwards-facing Jillian on the cheek, before J turned her head and accepted Sienna's kiss on her mouth. Now dropping their fingers from the net while remaining bent over, taking punishing thrusts from Alorno and I, the two women then embraced, leaning against each other, kissing wantonly, even passionately, sharing feminine sensual pleasures while also enjoying our masculine attentions. The utterly erotic sight, along with my animalistic emotions and the sensations of Sienna's unfamiliar cuntal passage were all too much for me. I just caved in fully to my lust, forcefully surging myself against Sienna's back and asscheeks. My cock began spasming, spurting massive jets of my thick cum into her as her womanly cuntal recesses shuddered around me, milking my cock for all it was worth. I now heard both women moaning loudly into each other's mouths, as Alorno grunted hard, climaxing into Jillian. If I had any more cum to fire at the moment, I would have exploded into Sienna. As it was, my cock could only shoot powerful but dry and empty convulsions into the woman I was humping now. "Wow, what a fuck!" Sienna finally admired, breathing hard as our bodies slowed down. She continued to hold Jillian in an embrace, while turning her head to look back at me, resting her head on Jillian's shoulder. "See? Wasn't that a worthwhile fuck-break?" I didn't have the breath or wits to do anything but nod in agreement. "Let's go for a quick cool-down in the ocean," Sienna then suggested, "and then it's Round Two . . . with gals versus guys this time, so you both can get a good long look at us playing volleyball to revive your cocks, as we refresh our own desires seeing your bodies as well." I had to smile now, accepting it all as the four of us stood up and uncoupled from each other, before Sienna and Alorno took off running hand-in-hand, splashing into the surf, finally just falling into it, laughing and then embracing each other. I turned, taking Jillian's hand, looking at her with a gentle smile. "Let's goh!" she said, and we took off running into the surf together as well. I caught her as we fell into a modest wave, taking her nude body into my arms and kissing her while we briefly submerged beneath the water together. We floated for a moment, embracing, almost sitting in the waist-deep shallow water as the current surged us back towards shore. "I love you," I said, feeling more so than ever with her now. Sienna had been right about that. A Soundless Sex Jillian looked at me for a moment as a deep emotion seemed to come over her face as well. "I lovve yough, too," she then openly said, signing her words to me as well in the foamy seawater using both hands. We fell back under the surface, almost lying on the shallow sandy bottom, hugging and kissing each other tightly as the undertow now ebbed past us. Coming up for air again, overjoyed with one another, we finally looked to see Sienna and Alorno standing in the shallows, embracing each other and looking at us. "Come on, lovebirds," Sienna warmly invited, "let's play the second, and maybe decisive set." — — — — — Once again, the match was on. But this time I was paired with Alorno, as Jillian was with Sienna. Both women seemed to openly, even proudly, show off their wet, nude bodies, perhaps to gain a distracting tactical advantage as Sienna once again made the first serve. I kept my eye on the ball though, digging for it and setting it up so Alorno could spike it back, enabling us to successfully score the first point against the gals. Part of me now enjoyed watching him work his body almost as much as I did seeing the women working theirs. The eternal lure of forbidden fruit, I thought to myself, shaking it off though as play continued. At least it reduced the distracting visual pull of the women's bodies for me however, so I used it. Serves, volleys, digs, spikes and points continued to rack up as I just watched the ball, along with the nude female bodies across from me, and the nude male body next to me. I was glad someone else was keeping score, because once again I just had no idea what it was. "Twenty-one!" Sienna breathlessly called as she and Jill just leaned against each other. "Jillian wins the set this time, so we'll have to go to a tie-breaking third one between you two. Alorno, get the bottles, would you? Ol' Rand there is looking just a bit winded, along with Jill and I here." Alorno dutifully went off to the cooler besides their tent to get the bottles. "I . . . I suppose I ought to get on that side of the net . . . for a fuck-break with Jillian this time," I gasped, trying to catch my breath. "Just brace and rest against the net, across from her," Sienna invited. "You're in no shape to fuck right now, and neither is she. Be right back." "Th-This is takhing everything out of me," Jillian said to me across the net, breathing hard as our fingers interlocked together through its webbing. Both of us just almost hung against the net now, our legs naturally spread. I noticed Sienna then coming into my view again behind Jillian. "Allow me," Sienna offered as she opened a chilled water bottle, even giving her a couple gulps, before pouring it onto J's head and body, goose fleshing her all over and making her nipples and slender breasts delightfully taut and puckered. "I'll do it," I started to say to Alorno behind me. But before I could even turn, I felt his cock push right into my hot, sweaty, relaxed ass — sharply. "Oh God!" I cried out as he now forcefully embraced an arm around me, while also pouring a cold bottle of water over my head, forcing me to tense up with chills all over, even making my anus clamp down tightly around his rock-hard invading penis as he then grabbed both my hips and began to thrust it in and out of me. I was being fucked in the ass for the first time . . . by a man. "Relax," Sienna said from behind Jillian. "Enjoy another side of sex you might not experience again once you're married, while I give your lady some ass-lovin', too." "Wait! She's d—" I began to say in panic as Jillian moved to kiss me, cutting me off as she dropped her hands from the netting again, embracing me as her fellow fuckee this time. I kissed her hard, unsure if she was ready for the possibly painful invasion of her anus from the strap-on dildo that I deduced Sienna was now wearing. Beneath my lips, I felt Jillian briefly grimace, the rest of her body shuddering as Sienna presumably violated J's ass with the strap-on. I glanced down my fiancée's back without breaking our kiss, seeing Sienna now with a fortunately fairly thin black dildo strapped to her hips, making it disappear between Jillian's asscheeks. Then adjusting her grip on Jillian's hips with her hands, Sienna began thrusting herself in and out of her female partner as Alorno thrust himself in and out of my ass. I found myself embracing Jillian's shoulders and kissing her all the harder as we were each being fucked in our backsides, accepting what was being done to us now . . . even welcoming it. I didn't know if Jillian and I would ever do this to one another ourselves, so I decided to tune into being fucked by a man, and into her being humped in the ass by another woman, losing myself in it, as I had been losing myself in our volleyball game. Even with nothing but air to hump as Jillian and I remained bent over before our fuckmates, embracing each other only with our shoulders, heads and arms; somehow my penis was coming to life on its own, beginning to ache for release as Alorno's cock stroked away inside my tight ass, caressing new erotic spots within me that I had never known were there. As Jillian and I rested our heads on each other's shoulders for a moment, something led me to reach back and stroke Alorno's muscled flank as he continued to steadily piston himself into me. This was perhaps the closest I might ever come to know what Jillian felt when I fucked her. It was all sexual now . . . all human. While Sienna seemed mostly set on just bringing Jillian to orgasm, I now felt Alorno beginning to quiver behind me, his cock stroking my exquisitely sensitive nether regions even faster and harder. Somehow, my own cock began quivering with his as he arched himself down over me, embracing me from behind and even beginning to passionately kiss my left shoulder as he bore into me. I felt his cock now spasming, spurting his warm, viscous male seed up my rectum, which in turn triggered the spasming of my own hardened penis as it harmlessly jetted out ropes of cum down onto the sand beneath us. I now heard Jillian moan deeply as I felt her body quiver, before she rapidly cried out, "Aaaghh, Aaaghh, Aaaghh, UUUUHHHHHHGGNN!" in her own orgasmic release. "Gooood girl . . . good girl," I heard Sienna praise behind Jillian as she patted her back. I kissed J again, before moving my head back and conveying to her, "She says you're a good girl," with a smile. Jillian smiled as well, relaxing against my shoulders once more, still bent over under Sienna's sexual attentions. "Time for another quick dip in the ocean, you two," Sienna then said removing herself from Jillian and casting the strap-on aside, "before we see which of you will win the match . . . and claim the rest of us, however you want." As we stood up again, I just decided to heck with it this time as I eagerly conveyed to Jillian what Sienna had said out loud using the quicker and clearer shorthand of sign, as Jillian hadn't been looking Sienna's way. J fortunately raised her eyebrows with an interested smile, before silently signing back, I beat you! No you won't! I signed to her, before moving to embrace and kiss Jillian passionately. "She's deaf, isn't she," Sienna deduced, looking at the two of us. She ask, deaf, I signed to Jillian, before wrapping one arm around her again. "Yess I am," J replied back out loud, while never taking her eyes off me. I proud, you, I then signed to Jillian with tears in my eyes. So proud! Now Jillian kissed me hard, with tears in her own eyes as we embraced each other tightly once more. "Ahem!" Sienna finally said, after waiting patiently for a moment. "Jillian . . . she's always wanted to hide her deafness before now," I explained to Sienna, while still looking at Jillian and signing my words as I talked. "She's never wanted me to tell anyone part of who she was. Now though, she has welcomed me signing to her, in front of others we've met. It's a breakthrough — one that I've wanted for some time. I am so grateful and proud of her for it . . . and I love her, so much." Jillian just tearfully leaned against me again, as if I had given her a gift more precious than jewels while she glanced at Sienna and Alorno. "You could give her the match, in appreciation," Sienna said, "even right now . . . although Alorno and I are kind of hoping you two will play it out, all the way." "I whant to whin!" Jillian then said to me with determination and a smile on her face. "But I whant yough to fighht me hard, too." "You got it," I simply sighed, as the four of us turned and dashed for another quick, cooling dip in the ocean. — — — — — Soon, we were all back on our private sand court, ready for the final and decisive set. Sienna was once more beside me with Alorno beside Jillian as she made the first serve. I proceeded to put my all into every dig, block, pass, spike and serve — once again forgetting about who was scoring what. Each point became its own match. I barely looked at Alorno, Sienna, or even Jillian as we played. My sole focus was on that large, multi-colored ball and forcing it onto the sand on the other side of the net. But despite it all, I was shocked to hear Sienna finally declare, "Fifteen! . . . Jillian wins!" I honestly thought I had put in my best, most winning effort. Nonetheless, I dutifully crossed under the net to warmly concede victory to the woman I loved more than ever, embracing her sweaty, nude body and kissing her hard. "Rhand," Jillian said in her own unforgettable way, "I lovve yough morre thann annything . . . But could I try somethinng first?" She then turned in my arms towards Sienna, obviously desiring her now. I silently and gladly released J, watching her then walk over as Sienna smiled with receptive anticipation. Jillian and the slightly taller and darker Sienna then slowly embraced one another, looking at one another deeply as they freed each other's hair from their ponytails and Sienna's sun visor. They began to kiss passionately while their hands roamed and explored each other's nude and sweat-slickened bodies, with Sienna's slightly larger and firmer breasts now pressing just above Jillian's smaller and looser orbs. My fiancée now lowered herself to kiss the physical perfection of Sienna's twin mounds, nursing at each of her lover's feminine nipples, before continuing downward, kissing the woman's taut abdomen as her face then reached the waxed triangle of Sienna's womanhood. Adjusting her legs slightly farther apart for Jillian, Sienna looked down, appreciatively stroking Jillian's head and long brown hair with both hands before Sienna then threw her head back, her eyes closed in growing carnal bliss, as the shorter woman embraced her arms around Sienna's hips and began exploring and feasting at the woman's sex. Not wanting to be just an observer of lesbian explorations, pleasant as that was, I turned towards Alorno. "You," I quietly said, "are mine." The slightly younger man just silently walked towards me with an accepting smile. "I've taken women," I calmly continued, "I've taken asses, even taken it in the ass today . . . thanks to you. But," I concluded, "I have yet to take one thing — the way I've never dared." I now took the slightly shorter and younger Alorno into a fierce embrace, dominantly kissing him on his mouth, hard, as I pressed my body against his toned, sweaty, smooth physique like I never thought I would have. "Stand," I commanded as my face began savoring the once forbidden territory to me of his subtly pectoraled chest. Animalistically, I kissed and licked his taut, bronzed, sweat-slickened, musky skin, sucking at his right male nipple, before I ran my face down Alorno's flawless male abdomen, savoring every inch of my journey as his hands began intensely embracing my head, urging me onward towards the primal center of his body and being. I ran the tip of my nose through his buzz-cut black pubic hair, my lips kissing the creases of his loins as my tongue then teased his scrotum and balls, even briefly drawing them into my mouth as his long, veined penile shaft brushed across my face and forehead. Then, before I could think . . . I did it, plunging my mouth onto his engorged and arching cock. I had to know, to experience it — swallowing and deep-throating his rock-hard penis down past the base of my tongue and gullet on my very first stroke, its presence shaking me to my very core. A shudder jolted through me, causing my own already reviving cock to jerk and twitch between my kneeling legs on the sand. My mouth then began working upon his cock, feasting at it with one objective: I wanted to milk him, drain every last drop of Alorno's male cum from him and swallow it. My head began to bob against his loins as I felt Alorno's hands grip the sides of my head more tightly while his hips began to counter thrust against me. My own arms extended around his flexing pelvis, my hands savoring his tensing gluteal asscheeks and the working oblique muscles of his flanks. Fervently corkscrewing my mouth back and forth hands-free around his slickened, probing penis, Alorno adjusted his legs further apart as he began fucking my face more intensely. I could feel him arching his back, straining as he stood over me amid a consuming eroticism that we both now fully surrendered ourselves to. His body quivering around me, surely he could not hold out much longer. Ceasing the swiveling of my head, I now orally fucked him full on — my face even slapping against his pubis, his spread inner thighs and ballsac as his fleshy but steeled cock pistoned in and out of my mouth faster and harder. This guy was a bull with unbelievable stamina when he chose . . . but I was determined to take my prize from him. I felt his body taking bigger and more powerful, even brutal, thrusts against my face. Alorno groaned as he strained amid the orgasm I was building within him. Then, there it was — first a quivering, and then a quaking that my arms and face felt rising and surging throughout his male body. His hands gripped my head, his fingers clawing at my hair and scalp as I felt every muscle in his body ripple and pulsate. He threw back his head, crying out to the skies as his cock began spasming and exploding heavy spurts of his warm, thick, salty cum, flooding the back of my mouth as it washed across the base of my tongue and throat as I swallowed each stream of sperm-laden semen as it issued from him. I took a few more deep sucks and thrusts upon his penis as he convulsed his final shots into me, before I let it fall, spent but still hard out from between my lips. My eyes looked up his body. Alorno was breathing hard, his hands still upon my head. Finally, I saw his face with his look of both amazement and deep gratitude towards me. But I was not done with him yet. I then rose up in front of him, embracing his breathless form and taking him into a deep, tonguing kiss laced with his own cum, before I bodily lowered him down onto his back upon the loose sand. Forced his legs apart as I wedged mine between them, I began dominantly fucking my swollen, aching cock right against his manmeat and ballsac. We two males breathed hard through our noses while our open mouths fiercely kissed as we fucked and humped against each other's sweaty bodies. I drilled my cock against his now reviving penis and almost into his ripped, hard abdomen, taking this man for all he was worth as his legs wrapped receptively around mine. Fucking against this male's taut body and kissing him hard brought me towards a deep, primal, excruciating climax that I could feel swelling within my being. This orgasm then exploded throughout my body, utterly consuming me — my engorged penis violently convulsing as it fired massive eruptions of my thick, milky semen across both our abdomens. "Cum, you bastard!" I now gutturally roared amid our fevered kissing. "CUM!" Straining under me, Alorno reached deep within himself to slavishly offer up one more ejaculation from the root of his loins. I pressed my mouth even harder against his, trying to passionately force a second climax out of this man. He groaned as his body shook beneath me, his cock spasming as I felt warm, fresh male seed spurting between our pressed manhoods and flesh. "Goood boy . . ." I breathlessly said in praise to him, looking into his submissive eyes as I caressed his hair, heady from the rush of sexually taking another male in a way I had never imagined. I kissed him gently but deeply, knowing I might never experience this again with a man, before returning to my commitment towards the woman I loved . . . even more than experiences like this. We then just lay there together, with me still mounted on him. Alorno's legs now relaxed, remaining hooked around mine, while I spread my legs further apart against his inner thighs. As our breathing slowed, I kissed him sensually once more, before we men both turned our heads to see our women deeply absorbed in their own lesbian lovemaking. Jillian was frontally lying on top of Sienna upon the sand nearby, like I was on Alorno. They were tribadally fucking each other, pussy mound against pussy mound. Sienna's legs were wrapped around Jillian, the two of them kissing each other earnestly while they embraced and mated as closely as any two women could. Jillian was now intensely arching herself up and down over Sienna, crying out in orgasmic release as Sienna kissed her neck, holding her close, their breasts moving and slipping against one another. As I continued to rest myself against Alorno's body beneath me on the sand, we saw Jillian rise up off her female companion, helping Sienna up, before Sienna led J over to a large and half-buried log on the beach that had a smooth and flattened top, free of any bark. She proceeded to lay Jillian down on her back on top of that log. Jillian's legs hung down each side, her feet resting on the sand. Sienna then moved to kneel beside her, lovingly servicing and pleasuring Jillian further, drawing each of my fiancée's pliant breasts into her mouth, slowly sucking and gnawing them before allowing them to fall out. Sienna then rose and turned, moving to straddle her crotch over Jillian's face, facing down my fiancée's prostrate body, while J's arms moved over and around Sienna's hips to embrace them and draw her loins closer. Sienna then blissfully closed her eyes as Jillian began to feast at her womanhood again from underneath. Sienna's hands first caressed her own body and breasts as she sighed deeply, before reaching down to appreciatively stroke Jillian's heaving breasts and flanks splayed out in front of her. Finally, Sienna lowered herself upon Jillian's body; her head dropping down between her female lover's legs to eat and pleasure J's openly offered vulva and clit. After watching the two women orgasm each other once more in their shared sixty-nine position, both of them moaning and making sharp cries and whimpers as they climaxed, I turned to Alorno beneath me, as we still embraced one another. "Let's join them," I decided. Alorno smiled as I rose off of him. I stood up as I offered him a helping hand, even helping him brush the sand off his taut ass and back, before we quietly walked over to join our women as they continued making love to one another. I suppose I could have moved behind Sienna and taken her again, but it was Jillian I wanted now. I stood, straddling the log in front of Jillian's spread legs as Sienna looked up towards me from feasting at my fiancée's sex. Smiling, she then rose up over Jillian's prostrate body as Jillian continued to eat and tongue away at Sienna's cunt and labia spread above her face. I now scooped up each of J's parted legs into my left and right arms, tenderly caressing them and even kissing her feet. I then ran my mouth up each of her sensitive inner thighs, causing Jillian to quiver and erupt in gooseflesh all over her body as she nonetheless continued her intimate work at Sienna's opened crotch. Having seen Jillian already orally loved and orgasmed by another woman, I simply did what only a man could do for her. I positioned my revived cock at J's opened sex, working it in past her pussylips all by itself as my hands and arms continued to cradle her parted legs. Feeling any additional orgasm to be distant at the moment, I began slowly fucking my fiancée with profound devotion, communicating my feelings for her with each gentle but deep thrust of my penis inside her. A Soundless Sex Positioning himself behind his wife, Alorno brushed his cock around Sienna's ass as Jillian moved her face to lick and suck at his cockroot and scrotum along with Sienna's spread cuntlips. Taking an index finger, Alorno caressed Sienna's asscrack before probing it into her sphincter, sawing it in and out. Then, as Sienna visibly braced herself, he rose up slightly, pressing his cock in past her anal ring, wrapping himself around her from behind as the two of them began to hump each other right over Jillian's head. Now placing her hands on either side of J's body, Sienna remained raised on her legs and arms, mounted closely over Jillian's face like a jockey riding a racehorse. My fiancée stretched her own arms, reaching back even further over both Alorno's and Sienna's thighs poised above her, moving her head in circles underneath them, tonguing and mouthing both their crotches, as the three of them began to move together, pleasuring one another, while I continued stroking my own cock in and out of Jillian's wet pussy. All four of us were now coupled in one deeply erotic 'U'. After turning to share a kiss with her husband, Sienna then leaned forward, continuing to slowly gyrate her body between her male and female lovers, inviting me into a kiss and embrace as well, to close the circle among us. While I revered, even salivated at Sienna's physical perfection and sensual beauty . . . I wanted Jillian even more now. I also did not want my J at the bottom of our love circle or triangle — a prostrate female servicing and pleasuring the rest of us. With some regret, I shook my head with a gentle smile. Wordlessly, Sienna smiled as well, then raising herself off of Jillian's face as Alorno kept his position and stroking pace against his wife. My eyes now followed the full form of J's slender body, up her smooth abdomen, past her supine breasts until her eyes were meeting mine. Still mounted into her, I drew the rest of Jillian up, onto my splayed lap and into my embrace, savoring her body fully against mine as we both sat upright, coupled, straddling the log. As Sienna and Alorno watched us while they continued to fuck, Jillian and I buried our faces against each other's necks as we moved harmoniously together. It was the sweetest, longest lovemaking I had ever known. — — — — — That night, Jillian and I slept with Sienna and Alorno in their tent on the beach — the four of us nude inside the large sleeping bags we had zipped together. Sienna and Alorno had even presented Jillian with a small token gold medal that she wore on a chain now around her neck as she and I lay quietly together. J was on her right side at one edge of the sleeping bags, with her head resting on my shoulder as a pillow, while I lay flat on my back, my left arm soothingly stroking her shoulder and back. The light of a full moon filtered through the tent, silhouetting us. Almost asleep, I felt Jillian gently tapping my shoulder with a finger before I turned my head towards her. You love me? J silently signed with one hand as she looked at me, her eyes telling me she wanted, even needed, a basic assurance after all we had been experiencing and giving ourselves to during the afternoon and evening. I sorry if I hurt you, both her hands added now. I angled onto my left side towards Jillian, moving my free right hand to caress her face. I love you alone . . . now and forever, I silently mouthed to her with deep emotion, before rolling fully onto my side against her body, facing away from Alorno and Sienna who were asleep together beside us. Jillian lifted and wrapped her left leg around me within the sleeping bags as I slipped my cock into her relaxed pussy, drawing the two of us into a close, intimate embrace. As I gently fucked Jillian, I realized I was home . . . really home. Her body, her being, was my quiet, accepting, welcoming haven. I felt tears falling from her face against my right ear while I buried my nose in her long, flowing hair as we made deep but silent love once more, sharing an enveloping harmony that was solely ours. Those words — I love you alone . . . now and forever — became the vow we both signed and said to each other at our wedding, even as Alorno and Sienna stood either side of us as our best man and maid of honor. That vow is something Jillian and I still sign to each other, every day. My private wedding present to my wife though was a customized vibrator that I had one of my sound engineers wire an MP3 player into, so that she could enjoy rocking to the classics in a way all her own. We often enjoy sharing and experimenting with different music together in bed — me with ear buds plugged right into the base of that vibrating dildo amid its buttons, and her with it either teasing her clit or embedded deep within herself as she relaxes nude against me while I rub or lay a hand on her abdomen, feeling the music quiver, even pulsate, through her. Hendrix has become Jillian's favorite . . . but for reasons perhaps somewhat different from the rest of us. We are both fully bilingual now, easily slipping into spoken English or ASL, even within the same conversation. I am the ears Jillian wants to better understand the world of sound, information and warnings she is surrounded by, while she is the quiet I crave away from my work. And after the work of setting-up is done, once during each weekend of summer concerts, my wife and I continue to duck into the curtained-off left speaker tower — still with no padding on that subwoofer speaker cabinet . . . other than our shirts. It has become our favorite and anticipated love bed throughout the concert season. Plus we still play beach volleyball each summer, too . . . but only singles between Jillian and myself, or on the same team in casual mixed doubles. While Alorno and Sienna have gone their own way, perhaps helping other couples discover deep love together; the way Jillian and I play beach volleyball has become our marital agreement, and it makes me hot as hell for her afterwards. She is the only sex after our matches I want now . . . my reward whether I win, or lose.