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I Won Pt. 01

By: nkdoldman



Okay, I'm going to try to put this down in chronological order, as it actually happened.

I won one of the multi-state lotteries. Actually, it was one of the largest amounts to date. No, no, I'm not the guy that lives in South Carolina! He's the one who had $100,000 and a briefcase stolen from the trunk of his car after he went into a topless club and boasted about it to everyone there. No, I'm not him.

I had asked for "privacy" when I got the money, and, so far, they have honored that. I'm the one who found a Lawyer who could, and will, handle everything for me, you'll understand that better as the story unfolds. 

After they took out the Federal Taxes, I still ended up with something north of $300 million. Since I won it when I lived in Texas, which has no State Income Tax, all that money was mine. So the first thing I did was buy a silver Masarati Quatra-Porta. Then I had to wait 6 weeks for the car's security system to be developed and installed. You'll understand more about that later, too.

Anyway, as soon as I took delivery of the car, I left Houston and headed for Florida. I bought a furnished Penthouse Condo at Turnberry Ocean Condos, and moved right in. The next day, I was on the nude beach at Haulover.

That's where I met Sonya and Doug. You know how, sometimes when you meet someone, you know, instinctively, that you can trust them, and trust them totally. You can trust them with your wallet, your credit cards, your very life. And you know this instantly, without even knowing their names. That's how it was with the three of us.

I have to admit that they are a bit younger than I am, like a little more than 40 years younger, as they were in their early 20s when we met. Neither of them is tall, both being about 5'6" or so, about my height. Neither of them will ever win any beauty pageant (on the other hand, neither will I), though neither is ugly, either. They're both of slim build, typical of that age, maybe 110 to 120 lbs each.

As I said earlier, the three of us got along, and still do, extremely well. We've never fought and usually agree with each other, although it may take some explaining of a specific idea before we do. As I said, we three became very close friends.

That day, as it started to get near evening, I asked them if they needed to get home, like for kids, or anything like that. They answered that they were free for whatever I had in mind, so I invited them back to my condo for dinner.

Since we are all nudists, we just jumped back out of our clothes when we got there. We all agreed with the idea of pizza, so I ordered one as, at my invitation, they wandered around the various rooms, exclaiming about how nice it was. They also loved the views of the Atlantic Ocean and, on the opposite side of the Condo, of the Bay and wetlands.

When they got to the Master Bedroom Suite (impressive title, huh?), they couldn't get over my 8' round water bed, then they found my bathroom. Doug yelled to me asking if they could try out my shower, and said he thought it was big enough for 6 or 8 people (it actually is that big). I told them to 'go for it' as I was waiting for the delivery person to arrive (when I call, they usually get it out very quickly because they know I tip well).

When I walked into the bathroom to let them know the pizza had been delivered, Sonya was sitting on the edge of the sink counter, between the two sinks. Doug was standing right in front of her, leaning between her spread legs and kind of nuzzling her chest. He jerked upright as soon as he heard me approach the doorway and turned with a really guilty look on his face.

I advised them they didn't have to stop, unless he wanted me to take his place. He looked at Sonya, she looked at him, and they both broke out laughing. When I asked why they were laughing, they only laughed harder, although Doug took the opportunity to resume his previous position.

Sonya explained that the evening before they had been making love with her laying on the floor and Doug laying between her spread legs, licking her. One of them (probably Sonya because Doug's tongue was busy with 'other things') brought up the idea that it would be exciting if someone were to be able to look into the window and see them. Kind of voyeur them and their activity but Doug had said he wasn't real sure anyone would want to see his little butt, since he wasn't about to let anybody 'plug' that for him.

I surprised them by suggesting that maybe someone might enjoy it anyway, even if they didn't want to 'plug his butt', after all, if Sonya lifted her leg, before he slid it in, the voyeurs would get to see his hard cock. I finished my statement by noting that not everyone who likes to see and play with men's cocks wants to have anything to do with anal sex. Doug's face got flushed and he admitted that that was true, very true. Sonya snickered in agreement with that.

Anyway, I admitted that I enjoyed watching 'live action' sex, and, in fact, had been to a few shows of that type when I had visited Amsterdam about 30 years before. I also told them I had witnessed a few men sucking the cock of other men while I was over there, and I didn't find that to be at all offensive (Note: this is the kind of frank discussion we have always enjoyed.). At that point, Sonya lifted her legs, allowing me to see Doug's erection just before it slid into Sonya's pussy. It didn't take long before both of them came, knowing that I was leaning against the door jamb watching and enjoying the view.

Another a month passed with us spending a lot of time together on the beach and in my Condo. Then, suddenly, very early one Sunday morning, my phone rang (we had traded numbers a long time before). When I answered, I recognized Sonya's voice, but not a word that she was saying because she was crying so hard. Her hiccuping didn't help either.

When I asked her to take a deep breath and try to tell me again, she started crying harder. Doug was suddenly on the line, and explained the apartment complex Manager had woken them up about an hour before, telling them they were getting kicked out of their apartment because they didn't have any money to pay the rent, and it was 4 months past due. The manager had told them that, if they moved out by the end of today, he wouldn't chase them for the back rent, and wouldn't have them arrested. Their problem was that they didn't have anywhere to go.

When I asked what size truck I would need to have to help them move their furniture, clothes, and 'stuff', Doug paused. After a short silence, he very quietly informed me that they only had their sleeping bags and some clothes left to move.

I was stunned, reduced to spluttering at him before I could finally ask where they were calling from. He explained they were in front of their apartment buildings, calling from a pay phone by the entrance. I told him I would be there within 10 minutes.

When I got there, I found they had all of their things with them...their sleeping bags and a few bags of clothes. After we had loaded them into my trunk, and I told them they could move in with me until they got 'back on their feet'.

Sonya slowly stopped crying. Suddenly, the tears started flowing again as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and started kissing me fiercely. Between kisses, she kept saying, over and over, "Thank You, Thank You, oh Thank You". If you think it's easy to drive when that's ahppening, try it some time.

Now, while I enjoyed the feel of her body pressed against mine, and even though her husband was grinning like the proverbial 'cat that caught the bird', I didn't think that was the best time for it. I 'peeled' her arms off as I told her that she could feel free to do that at any time after we got settled into my place.

Doug explained that a) they were really at the end of their options and had expected to have to spend the rest of their lives camped under a bridge.

Once we got to my condo, carried their things in, and got undressed, I explained what I felt their options were. They could sleep in their sleeping bags in the front room, or they could sleep in one of the spare bedrooms. 

I told them that, of course, their other option was that they could sleep with me, but reminded them that I would be 'watching their every move' (said in a 'smarmy' manner). They looked at each other and broke out laughing, explaining that they had recently talked about how excited it had made them the one time I had watched them make love in my bathroom. Sonya made the decision for them that they would sleep with me because she'd really wanted to sleep on the giant waterbed since the first time they had seen it.

After we moved their things into one of the spare bedrooms for storage, although they had been there many times before, they stood awkwardly in the living room. Although I had told them more than once that I enjoy 'playing with' men, as well as women, I had never approached Doug in the past. I decided it was time for me to 'introduce' myself to Doug's cock, and asked him to 'step over in front of me and stand between my knees.

As soon as he got 'into position', I leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. Although his cock is a 'shrinker', like mine, it immediately started to expand and lengthen as he gasped in surprise. I slowly slid my hands up the back of both of his legs, using a very gentle touch. This had it's intended effect, making him gasp again, and his cock grow a little longer.

By this time, Sonya was more than a little curious, and she walked over and sat next to me on the sofa, smiling as she saw how excited Doug was becoming. I sensed, rather than saw, her move to the corner of the sofa where she raised and bent her right leg onto the edge of the back cushion behind me.

I twisted my head, without letting Doug's cock slip out of my mouth, and saw that Sonya had kept her left foot on the floor. This, in turn, spread her legs wide apart, which was allowing her to gently stroke the hollow on either side of her pussy as she watched.

I turned my head back to face Doug's belly, and started to slowly "edge" his cock, pulling my head back and forth so that my lips rubbed over the edge of the hood of his circumcised cock. This, too, had it's intended effect, making Doug groan with pleasure. When I moved faster, Doug stuttered out that he was "cumming soon, real soon", so I moved my right hand around to the front and gently stroked his ball sack, making him moan louder. I realized that I was also hearing Sonya's pussy going 'click, click, click' as she thrust her finger in and out of it.

When Sonya began gasping as she watched my head bob back and forth, and heard Doug say "I'm cumming", I knew it was time for me to slide my lips all the down his hard shaft. Just as they reached the base of his cock, I felt it suddenly start to soften as it pulsed, sending jets of his cum down my throat. I kept my lips there as I sucked as much of his 'cream' as I could from him, then I slowly stretched his flacid cock by tightening them around it as I pulled my head back, finally letting it fall from my lips. Before it could drop, I licked the last bit off the end of his cock, then grinned up at him, asking if he felt better.

Before he could answer, Sonya said she was ready, but who was going to get her off. I twisted toward her and asked if it could be me. Instead of answering with words when she asked if I was "up to it", I simply leaned way over and started sucking, licking, and nibbling on her pussy. As I was doing this, I was also stroking her left nipple upward between the thumb and forefinger of my right hand. I raised my eyes when I felt Doug kneel next to us and saw him lean over and kiss his wife deeply, and, from the way both of their jaws were moving, I could tell there were 'dueling tongues' involved.

I watched her abdominal muscles closely until I saw them quivering and jumping. That's when I sucked her clit upward and flicked it with my tongue. From the way she jerked and bucked her hips upward a few times, I assumed that I had managed to help her 'up and over the top of orgasm mountain'. That was when I raised my head, moved my hand from her nipple to her pussy and slid my middle two fingers into her very hot, wet hole. I curled them and gently rubbed what would be the front wall of her pussy if she had been standing. As expected, this caused a few more jerks and bucks.

Finally, I climbed onto the sofa, slid up between her legs, and pushed my very stiff cock into her. I guess because of my age (hey, it's my excuse, okay), and Doug's fingers gently massaging my balls, it didn't take more than a few thrusts before my cock was pumping my cum into her. At that point, I relaxed my body down onto hers, letting myself rest a little before thinking about getting back up.

Since Doug had leaned back up to caress my balls, Sonya turned her head and started kissing all over my face again, like she had before. As soon as she found my lips, she spread them by pushing her tongue between them. Let me tell you, I learned that that girl can really kiss! Then, suddenly, she gasped and screamed softly as her last orgasm of the day 'grabbed' her and that's what her pussy did to my shrinking cock. It grabbed it and squeezed it hard, almost taking my breath away by its force.

Meanwhile, Doug had lain across my back, his hand still holding my balls. For some strange reason, we all fell asleep in that position, and didn't wake up for the next 3 hours.

End of part 1.

I Won Pt. 02



I neglected to mention a few things in the first part of this story. First, as I mention before, on my way to South Florida, I stopped in Atlanta and hired an Attorney. His name is Rick, and he has agreed to handle all of my Legal and Financial affairs (any lawsuits against me, obtaining any/all credit card accounts I ask for, payment of all my bills, etc, along with any other work I ask him to perform).

Shortly after I met them, I had had Rick check out Sonya and Doug so I knew a few things that I haven't mentioned until now. First off, Doug had been a Computer Support Analyst, working for a contractor to the Dade County School District on a large expansion project up until about 4 months ago. Because the project involved a lot of money ($2 billion), it became what is known as a 'political football'. The Construction Management company's contract was not renewed because the County wanted to satisfy some of their many critics by having their 'in-house' Construction Management Department handle it. He was still looking for work, but hadn't found anything suitable yet.

Sonya, too, had been out of work for a couple of months because she had been an Animal Handler/Trainer at a now closed, unsuccessful tourist 'trap' just off I-95, north of Miami. She hadn't been getting paid much, but still...

Between the two negative happenings, they had been 'on the ropes', which explained why they had sold just about everythng they had. After all, they did want to eat and put gas in their car so they could try to get work. 

As I have related before, when they first moved in I was given, and gladly accepted, the opportunity to make love to Sonya after she watched me suck off her husband, Doug.

A few weeks later, while watching them make love, I realized that almost every other time they made love, Sonya seemed to try to encourage Doug to continue after he had cum. When I asked her about it the next evening, she said that she loved the feel of Doug cumming inside her, and she usually had an orgasm from the feeling of his cock slowly getting smaller as it got softer and the head slid past a short area inside of her. While she couldn't tell us exactly where that space was, and Doug couldn't find it with his fingers, but, although he tried really hard, it was definitely there. She also told us that sometimes she wished he would get hard again so he could do it all again.

I told them that I had been involved in three-somes a number of times, and explained that we had already done one 'type' of that when I had sucked Doug off, then made love to Sonya. They were intrigued with that, and started to try to figure out all the variations that could be done with three people.

When I told them that I had always enjoyed "sloppy seconds", they immediately wanted to know what that is. So I explained. Sonya's eyes got big and she and Doug looked at each other and smiled wide. They simultaneously started "Would you", before they started laughing. Finally, Sonya asked if I would be willing to do that with them. I agreed enthusiastically, saying that I would on one condition. That was that I would be the one to make love to Sonya first so Doug could learn what I really enjoyed by being second.

Since they wanted to start right away, we all stood up to go into the bedroom. Before they could move, though, I stepped in front of Sonya, wrapped my arms around her and started kissing her passionately. Although surprised, she responded within a few seconds, meeting my passion with her own. For the next few minutes (who really can tell in that situation) dueling tongues were all that mattered in my world, and I'm sure in Sonya's as well. Eventually, we broke apart, ready to start down what was a new and different road for her and Doug.

Once in the bedroom and on the bed, we kissed again. After that, I kissed and 'lip nibbled' on her neck, them moved to her nipples, alternating between them until they were 'standing tall' and Sonya was beginning to moan softly. I continued kissing and nibbling down her body until I got to her pubic area and crawled between her legs. I kissed and licked the hollow at the top of both widely spread legs until she started trying to move her hips so that her pussy was in front of my mouth, not those hollows. Being a real 'pushover', I gave in easily and licked down one very tasty, fleshy lip and back up the other. I knew she was enjoying what I was doing because she kept alternating between gasping and panting.

I moved my mouth over the top of her pussy and sucked on it until I felt the little nub of her click rise up to meet my teasing tongue. Then I slid that tongue down the center of those moist, parting lips until I got to that still closed hole. Moving my tongue side-to-side, I gradually moved back up to the top where I teased her clit a little more.

By this time, things were going from moist to downright wet. Thoroughly enjoying the taste, I continued to slide my tongue up and down that valley between those opening lips, sometimes moving it straight up and down, sometimes side to side. As I did, I again watched her stomach muscles letting me know I was doing the right thing. Sonya was moaning a bit louder when suddenly an orgasm took hold of her and she bucked under my lips as she softly screamed and grabbed my head, pushing it firmly onto her pussy. I noted the spot where my tongue was at that second so I could, hopefully, make use of it a little later.

When my tongue got to the bottom of that chasm, I found that her hole was open, waiting for some internal stimulation. I licked around the inside edge of that hole, which caused Sonya to whimper like she wanted me to do something different, something more direct. So I kissed her pussy one last time before lifting my face back and inserting my center two fingers, pumping gently with them, slowly spreading them a little wider with each in/out movement. When there was sufficient room, I added my index finger and started rotating all three with each stroke. By this time, Sonya was alternating between moaning, panting, and saying she wanted my cock.

I was ready! My cock was as hard as it ever gets, and sticking out to its full length. I slid my body up over hers until my cock hit and rubbed against her waiting pussy. I felt Doug's fingers push against it, encouraging it to enter Sonya's 'love tunnel', so I raised my hips enough that Doug could push it in. Even though Sonya and I were kissing again, our tongues tangling around each other, Sonya still moaned happily. I started slowly, sliding my cock all the way in, then out until I felt the cool air on the head, then I would reverse.

Sonya wanted it to move in and out faster, so she started moving her hips up and down at a more rapid pace. We matched each other's movements for a few minutes or maybe hours, who could tell, who really cared. Suddenly, I could feel the pressure building at the base of my organ, and pushed it into her as far as I could and held it there. Sonya knew what was going to happen, and pushed her hips hard up against mine. Doug also quickly figured out what was to shortly happen and reached between my legs and gently grabbed my balls.

That was all it took before my cock 'let loose' and began pumping my cum deep inside Sonya. She felt it, and let us all know it by softly screaming and tightening her arms around me. Doug did his part, too, by stroking my balls at just the right time for the 'second stringers' to stream into Sonya's pussy. Again, Sonya screamed softly as she felt me pumping more into her. As my cock started to soften and shrink, she tightened her muscles around it, trying to make it hard again, but it wasn't going to happen. Just as my cock slid out, Sonya suddenly had another orgasm, screaming happily as her body trembled with delight.

I rolled off of her so Doug could jump 'into position' between her legs. Like he did for me, I quickly got up on my knees and turned. As he raised his hips I gently grabbed his cock and guided it into Sonya's tightly closed hole. As he pushed in, he passionately kissed his wife, and she responded so that their tongues were quickly dueling.

When he started to thrust his cock in and out of her, they 'broke' their kiss so she could moan and Doug could groan with pleasure. It really wasn't but a few minutes before Doug suddenly slammed his cock as deeply into Sonya as he could get, and she pushed her hips up to meet him. Knowing what was coming next, I gently grabbed Doug's balls and softly stroked the sack they are in.

Sonya and Doug seemed to cum simultaneously, with Doug groaning loudly and the tones of Sonya's screams going straight up into 'silent level'. I found it interesting to see that when I looked up at them, they had collapsed together and were kissing again. You could see their love for one another enveloping them.

For the first night since they moved in, I left them asleep on the bed in the spare bedroom, and I went to sleep in my bed. I was so relaxed and tired, I don't even remember my head reaching the pillow.

The next morning, after complaining about leaving them, they both answered my question of 'Did you guys enjoy it?' enthusiastically. Doug told us that it felt like Sonya was wetter than ever, but sticky at the same time. He loved the feeling of moving in and out with my cum providing additional lubrication. Sonya also said she liked it a lot because it somehow magnified Doug's movements, yet, at the same time, she felt him moving more "clearly" than ever. She also said she loved feeling the different ways Doug and I made love, although she couldn't describe exactly what she meant or felt. They both felt we should do that again, and more often after that.

Sonya hesitantly said that she felt more fulfilled after making love to two men, one right after the other. When Doug looked surprised, and a little dismayed, she hugged him and kissed him deeply, then explained that she was even more in love with him than ever before. She didn't know why, but that was how she felt, and asked if I thought it was a contradiction of some sort.

I said that I thought it was normal, and that not all women are the same, not all women are 'made' for monogamy, just like most men are not 'made' that way. I explained that I had seen many women who enjoyed having multiple partners in one love-making 'session', and their husbands encouraged them because they knew and accepted that part of their wife's personality and 'make-up'. It was just 'part of her'. The women that I had known were deeply in love with their husbands, and always went home with them. 

On the other side of their relationship, the husbands that I knew all enjoyed watching their wives get pleasure while making love with other men. Most of them very much enjoyed 'sloppy seconds, or thirds, or even fourths'. Most, if not all, of those couples liked the fact that the wife was multiorgasmic, meaning that she could have many orgasms. They had found that the more men they enjoyed during any given session, the more orgasms they had. And, I added, the husbands usually wanted to be the last one to make love to her.

Stay tuned as I relate how our lives changed next, in part 3.



I Won Pt. 03



For the next few weeks we explored some of the other ways that 3 people can make love. As a side observation, I will admit that it takes me more time than it ever has before to 'reload', I guess because of my age. I will also note that it really feels nice to have someone caressing and fondling my cock and caressing my balls when I wake up and at other times during the day. It also feels 'right' to be able to caress and fondle others when I wake up and during the day, without that person complaining about it (and that goes for both a man and a woman).

Back to the next few weeks, as an example, we tried out a movie I had seen back some time ago. In the movie, the husband (that's what the description said he was on the 'amateur submitted' site it was on) laid on the bed with his head 'hanging' over the side. His wife (see last sentence) slid over him to the point where she could, and did, suck his cock while he was kissing, licking and sucking on her pussy. After a few minutes, a second man appeared and walked up behind her. He slid his cock into her, and slowly screwed her (there was no way to know if he was making love to her, or just screwing her). This gave the husband the opportunity to lick his cock while he was ...you get the idea.

Another example from another movie from the same site: The husband was filming his wife and her lover making love on the bed. After a few minutes, his wife decided to get on top of her lover, facing the man's feet and the camera. The husband put the camera on a tripod and crawled onto the bed. He then kissed his wife and gently pushed her backward, allowing the boyfriend to reach up and fondle the wife's tits, stroking her nipples, making them stand up. It also created enough room for the husband to lean over and lick her pussy. As she leaned backward a little further, her boyfriend's cock slid out allowing the husband to alternate between licking her pussy and licking/sucking his cock. After a good couple of minutes, the husband, using his tongue, 'guided' the boyfriend's cock back into his wife's pussy. She then sat up and started moving on his cock, helping both her and the boyfriend to cum (real or good acting...nobody knows). When the wife rolled off of the boyfriend, the husband crawled over and 'cleaned him up'. Good movie!

We had a lot of fun re-enacting both scenarios, and quite a few others. Don't misunderstand, we also continued to 'practice' three-somes where in one of us guys got to enjoy sloppy seconds, and Sonya got to enjoy them every time.

Something else you shouldn't misunderstand is the amount of time we spent in bed. While we did enjoy each other during those weeks, there were other things that we did as well. Since I had so much money, and my income was in the 7 figure range (figure it out: 300 million at the 6% per year I demanded to let the bank use it, then deduct the income tax), while my 'outgo' was in the 5 figure range per month, I wanted to find a 'special' place that I could buy where I/we would not be hassled for being nude all the time, and outside as much of the time as weather allowed, and it didn't have to be in this country, either. We were searching for the 'right' Realtor. One that I could get along with easily and well. One that wouldn't try to 'steal me blind'. And, finally, one who would work with me and us to find the 'perfect spot' for what I had in mind long term. Then we found Tony (cue dramatic music).

That happened like this. I found a company called Equatorial Real Estate Limited online. The company was pushing homes in Uganda, but I was looking for an island where there would be no restrictions on what we did with the land. I also found a website called Privateislandsonline.com. I sent them an inquiry and quickly received a reply from a Tony Hamilton. When I told Sonya and Doug about it, they both yelled "Ham", causing me quite a bit of confusion.

After a few minutes of laughter on their part, they explained that they had gone to High School with a Tony Hamilton, and "Ham" was his nickname. Sonya explained, giggling the whole time, that she and this Ham had been a "hot couple" during their Senior year, and that they hadn't really done everything the rest of their class had imagined they had done. 

At Sonya's urging, Doug told me that he and Tony had rented a one bedroom apartment in a large coastal community with a board walk after their Freshman year at collage. They had run into each other in a restaurant after landing summer jobs at different places on the board walk. He explained that, about 2 weeks after they had rented the apartment, he had accidently walked in on Tony jerking off. Doug said he realized he was turned on by seeing that, and that Tony had suggested they stroke each other off. That was just the beginning of a very interesting summer for both of them. They learned, although he admitted they tried it, that neither of them enjoyed anal sex, and really wanted nothing to do with it, but they did very much like playing with each other, and even sucking each other off 'once in a while'.

Sonya then told me they had tried to locate Tony for a threesome after learning she couldn't conceive. Unfortunately, they couldn't find him in the phone book for the town where they grew up, and stopped looking after that. She also said it would be really great if that was the same guy they had gone to school with, and Doug 'seconded' that idea.

Soon after that, I got a phone call from the man himself. Fortunately, the phone I was using had a speaker in it. I called Doug and Sonya to come to my phone so we could all hear what he had to offer us. I put the phone in speaker mode, and told Tony that I had Sonya and Doug here with me. As soon as he spoke to acknowledge that, Doug yelled and Sonya practically screamed "Ham" and the three of them all started talking at once. He was saying he went to school with two people of the same name, and they were saying they recognized his voice.

Finally, after everyone calmed down, Tony told us he had at least 3 islands that we could look at, and forwarded a link to my email so we could view the pictures and descriptions of all three. We agreed to get back to him within 48 hours to let him know what we thought of the choices. Although we knew there are other realtors out there, since Sonya and Doug knew Tony, and trusted him, I figured we'd explore his islands first.

When we looked at the pictures and the descriptions of the islands, we all rejected the first one immediately because it was small, only had some scrubby grass covering the whole thing, and was mostly beach. Great for someone who only wanted to host a 'boat only' cook-out with a few friends (16 or more people would make it seem crowded).

The other two were much larger. One even had a few trees while the other, larger yet, seemed to be covered with a forest and seemed to have many pretty beaches where the trees didn't reach all the way to the water's edge. I called Tony back and told him we would like to visit the larger island and asked where it was located. He replied that it is 15 miles East of Cayenne, French Guiana. When I looked up the climate information, it seemed to be perfect for the 'project' I had in the back of my mind.

Since it was over 2,300 miles South of where we were, I decided to buy a jet for the "Trunk Hole" private security company we had started. Not cheap, but what I felt we needed and, in fact, that would be large enough to use as a 'shuttle' sometime 'down the road', if things worked out. Surprisingly, when I contacted Tony with the information about how we were planning to get to the island, he asked if we would give him "a few days" lead before we got there. His reason was that he wanted to inspect the property, making sure it was clean, and being maintained for a visit by a potential buyer. We agreed that Sonya, Doug, and I would fly down there on Monday, and that we would stay there for the entire week, reviewing all it's features at a leisurely pace. So our flight was scheduled for 9 AM following Monday, and Tony would meet us when we arrived at the Island's airstrip.

I explained to Doug and Sonya what I had in mind as a 'special surprise' for Tony, if he wanted to participate, and they agreed enthusiastically. We decided on the things that would need to be done between now and the time we were to leave and all of us got started. Sonya had volunteered to pack travel bags for each of us, Doug was to handle towels, etc for the beach and other activities., and I agreed to handle arranging for the 'special' food and drinks we wanted to take.

During the flight, Sonya, at Doug's urging, told me about their High School Senior year, and all that she and Tony had done. Surprisingly, it wasn't as much as I had imagined, based on my, personal, High School Senior year. She explained that Tony had, back then, anyway, 'magic fingers', which was a good thing because he would always start cumming as soon as she touched his cock. On the other hand, she never felt dissatisfied with their love making because of the way Tony used his fingers. She related the detail that I lacked any knowledge of, and that was that Tony has large hands with long fingers... and he had quickly learned how to use them inside Sonya to provide them both with the most pleasure. Tony was another man who 'gets off' by getting his partner off really, really well. 

When we finally arrived at the Island's airstrip in the 'previously owned', but highly customized, GulfStream G100 I had bought, we were tired because it was a very long and, mostly, boring flight. Tony was already standing at the 'arrival end' of the airstrip, waiting for us with a big smile on his face and I noted that he is a tall, well proportioned man with black hair and a mustache. He was wearing the 'traditional' real estate sales person 'suit' of black slacks and a white shirt with the top button open. 

I had to tell Sonya and Doug to let the Co-Pilot (both he and the Pilot are employees of the security firm) have the room to get the door open and the stairs down and locked before they tried to climb over him to get out. As soon as they could, they practically leaped down the stairs and ran over to Tony, Sonya jumping, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Doug was about two steps behind her, just close enough to keep Tony from falling over backward as he threw his right arm around Tony's back. I was just close enough to hear Tony say "Well, Hello to you both!" before Sonya's mouth covered his with a very passionate looking greeting kiss. Doug, while hugging them both, was looking on, smiling widely, happily at the two of them the whole time. 

Now, to really envision what Sonya must have looked like you really have to look up "Solid V neck Lace Splice white cotton Sundress" in the "Images" section of your favorite search engine. When you see the picture of that dress, imagine a red-haired woman, about 5' 6" or 7", with small (full A cup, or small B cup) tits with somewhat larger than you would expect aerolas around long nipples wearing it. Oh, and did I mention that she was braless? In the dress she was wearing, this whole scene was a delightful and exciting sight to see!

As I was approaching them after deplaneing, I realized that, from a man's point of view, that dress just screams 'make love to me...now!!'. Thinking along those lines, I realize any woman who finds other women to be attractive also would find a woman wearing that dress to be extremely alluring.

Finally, after the very enthusiastic greeting 'wound down', I was introduced to Tony as "Uncle Don" Page. Tony pointed to the golf cart he had been standing in front of, and said he would be happy to show us to the 'Main House'.

Now, I will tell you that most men (and some women) will not pass up the opportunity to look down a woman's dress, especially if she is braless and wearing a blouse or dress with a scoop neck. Personally, I will never pass up that opportunity, and I'm an old guy. And it doesn't matter how many times they have seen the woman's tits, or how big or small they are. My preference is for smaller ones because many times you can see all the way to the nipples, and sometimes beyond...always a pleasant sight! I watched Tony as Sonya leaned over to get into the front seat next to him, and saw that he was no exception to that general rule. Doug was still smiling broadly, knowing also what Tony was looking at and why. Sonya, I think the best word to describe it is "chattered" during the ride from the airstrip to the 'Main House', I guess because she was nervous and excited. 

Now, the best way to describe our house (yes, we bought it before the end of that week) is to say that it is large, very large. It's basic style is like a "hacienda", complete with an enclosed court yard. Besides the Master Bedroom (which is really big!), the house features another 8 bedrooms or 'Guest Rooms' (each with it's own private bath), a large 'professional style' kitchen (so described by Tony), a large eating area, with tables and seating for 20, and a correspondingly large Living Room with a giant screen TV. 'Behind the scenes' were a 'garage' where all of the 12 golf carts were kept and maintained, a laundry room with 'commercial sized' washer and dryer and a large table for folding the linens, towels, etc. and, hidden on the western side of the Island was a giant natural gas generator, a very efficient water desalinization plant and an 'ultra efficient' sewage plant.

Tony explained that the Island was staffed with 28 employees, all of whom lived in a small 'community' at the north end. They were currently cooking an entire pig on a spit just outside of the Main House to be used at the 'Welcome Dinner' for us that evening.

Tony then gave us a 'quick' tour of the rest of the island and explained that the previous owner had been a very, very wealthy 'Greek Shipping Magnet' who had loved to throw parties. He explained how that man had arranged for the natural gas pipeline to be laid from the mainland, had all the other facilities designed and built, before dying at age 101. His wife had died some 5 years before he did, and his 3 children all lived in different countries and had no intention of keeping the island.

That's when he drove us onto the beach that we instantly named "TheBeachToDieFor" (we've since then had a wooden sign created with that name and placed at the end of the path that leads to it). It is beautiful beyond description with extremely clear water lapping gently on the shore line. I know I can't describe it adequately, so I won't even try.

While we were all standing, trying to drink in the beauty so we could remember it forever (we hadn't bought the island yet, and this is how I felt), Sonya looked at first Doug, then me. We both nodded our heads in agreement, so she explained to Tony that we are all nudists, and spent most of our time without clothing. When Tony began to smile, she rushed into an explanation of our real relationship (no familial) and our sleeping arrangement. Tony smiled wider yet, then Sonya explained that we enjoyed frequent three-somes together, and invited Tony to join us in our first four-some. Finally, almost belatedly, since Tony was speechless with surprise, she asked if our being nudists would offend the staff.

I could see Sonya's lip starting to quiver and her mouth turn down. She was about to start crying because Tony hadn't responded to her invitation. As I opened my mouth to try to distract her and Doug, and Tony, and myself (I wasn't real happy about this sudden turn of events, either), Tony suddenly yelled as he was grabbing and lifting Sonya. It turned out that he was lifting her up to his 'lip height' so he could kiss her. I could see the sadness in Sonya's eyes turn quickly to surprise, then close with pleasure as she responded to Tony's kiss. He was apparently so happy he, and she, were slowly spinning in place on the sand. Inevitably, they fell over, landing with Tony's back on the sand and Sonya laying on top of him. When they finally stopped kissing, Tony let out a yell, almost a scream, of delight that must have scared the fish for miles around! Now Sonya was crying, her tears dripping onto Tony's chin and neck, but with happiness instead of sadness. When Tony finally stopped whooping, it was to ask if they really, really had to wait until tonight.

The kissing resumed for another few minutes until Doug reminded Tony that he hadn't answered Sonya's questions. He assured us that none of the staff would object to our nudity, and would probably be nude themselves if that was permitted. Then he answered her other question, first by kissing her again, then letting out another yell of delight before enthusiastically stating that he would just love to be part of our four-some. He then sobered and looked at Doug and I as he admitted that he had a problem with premature ejaculation, but that he was 'getting better' over time. He also expressed some doubt that his 'getting better' would help him that evening. Doug and I assured him that we could probably help him in that area, but said we would need to show him when the time was right rather than try to explain it now.

With Sonya still hugged closely to his chest, and she nibbling on his ear, he told us that the previous owner had had many 'orgy nights' at his home, and that this was probably why the children didn't want anything to do with the place. He explained that some of the staff were concerned because, with the previous owner, they were "required" to participate if/when any guest asked them to join. This was regardless of any feelings the staff had about the person requesting them to join the fun. That got us into a discussion about the staff, what they were paid, if they would probably stay on if/when we bought the island, etc.

On the way back to the Main House, Sonya and I talked quietly on the back seat of the golf cart. Sonya, I don't think I mentioned previously, is very good with money and math. In fact, as time went on, she became the 'defacto' 'Finance Manager' of what ended up being our little corporation (more on that later...maybe).

Anyway, to 'get to the good part', I'll skip the dinner and the party afterward, except to say that the staff was very enthusiastic about us being nudists, and it wasn't long before we were all eating without our clothes. I will note, though, that I saw a few of the staff 'eating' 'off the table' delights, but all of that will need to wait for part 4.

When we finally got back to the bedroom, we explained that Tony was to make love with Sonya first, then I would be second, with Doug last, and other details. Not to 'spoil' any spontaneous fun, but just to let him know what we planned. Since Sonya was nibbling on his ear while I was explaining all this to him, I have my doubts about what he actually heard after "you'll make love with Sonya first".

As I finished my last sentence, they 'leaped into action', and you can take that almost literally. Once on the bed (a pleasant surprise for us was that it was an 8 foot round waterbed, just like the one 'back home' in the Condo), they started kissing and caressing passionately. Sonya was careful not to touch anywhere near Tony's cock, which, incidentally is a bit longer and fatter than Doug's and mine (later measured at 8 inches with a circumference of just over 5 1/4 inches), instead caressing the side of his face. Meantime, Tony was gently squeezing Sonya's right tit while he was teasing her left nipple, making it 'stand tall' as he stroked it between his thumb and fore-finger.

It wasn't long before Sonya flopped over on her back, put her knees in the air with her feet spread wide apart. Tony, recognizing an invitation when he saw one, dived onto her pussy face first. I, and, apparently Doug, too, always enjoy watching Sonya as she gets more and more excited. As Tony's tongue got busy between her lower lips, she started pulling her own nipples straight up, making them stand higher and higher.




I Won Pt. 03



After a few minutes of prying her very wet lips apart with his tongue, Tony leaned up and slid two fingers into Sony'a waiting hole. He 'pumped' her gently two or three times, then added a third finger, pumping his fingers in and out while twisting them. When Sonya had three quick, but little, orgasms and started to moan, Tony stopped twisting with his fingers flat, crosswise, and pushed them in as far as his knuckles would allow. Suddenly, Sonya gasped and started to scream, softly at first, then louder and louder, the pitch going up and up until she reached the 'silent' scream stage. We saw her back arch and her body stiffen even as she appeared to be trying to force his hand further in. We watched as she shuddered through what was apparently an "amazing orgasm" (her words trying to describe it before we all fell asleep that night).

As her body relaxed, that was the 'signal' for Tony to attempt to get his cock into her before he came. As he slid his body up and over her's, I reached over and grabbed his cock at the base, squeezing hard to prevent anything from getting out. Doug leaned over, too, but used one hand to reach under Tony and gently push and guide Tony's cock into Sonya's waiting, eager, gapng hole, then slid his fingers back to gently grip Tony's balls. With his other hand, Doug pushed down on the base of Tony's backbone. When his cock was most of the way in, I let go and leaned back upright. Two thrusts, then three, then, at the fourth, Tony groaned and buried his face into Sonya's shoulder. Sonya gasped, then said "I feel it, I feel it!" as Tony's cock apparently spurted seman deep inside her, causing her to experience another "wonderful" orgasm. He apparently, though unintentionally, had been 'saving it up' for a week or more before that night because, as he lay there, Doug whispered that he could feel Tony's balls pulsing with each pumping spasm.

Finally, Tony kissed Sonya deeply, passionately, lovingly, then slowly pulled out and flopped onto his back, next to her. I moved quickly to between Sonya's legs and kissed her as I pushed my cock into her alrteady full pussy. Ah, the feeling of cum surrounding my cock as it sank in as far as I could go. The warmth of a little bit of the cum that was able to escape and caress my balls as it slid past them on the way to the towel under her ass. The exciting squishing sound that's made as Sonya and I slowly caused my cock to move in and out of her over-flowing pussy, and it wasn't long before I added my 'contribution' to her fullness. While I didn't describe it, don't get the impression that this was done silently as both Sonya and I are both very vocal in our appreciation of each other's actions. That is, when we're not kissing.

What neither of us paid any attention to until that moment was Tony's appreciation of Doug 'cleaning' his cock by using his tongue and his lips. The only reason we paid attention then was that Tony experienced a 'second cumming', which surprised him because, as he admitted later, it had never happened before, but Doug's lips just "felt soooo good!" sliding up and down over the edge of his hood. This 'happening' caused Sonya to giggle, until the chemical reaction that my cum sometimes causes, 'hit', making her gasp, and squeeze her pussy muscles around my shrinking cock as she arched her back, lost her voice, and enjoyed another orgasm.

Then it was Doug's 'turn', this time to learn what 'sloppy thirds' feels like. At first he pushed his cock all the way in as he and Sonya kissed and hugged in a way that you could practically see the steam coming out of every 'port' in their bodies. I can only explain it by saying that their way of making love is almost a contest, but a contest to see which one can give the other the most pleasure. I don't know how else to describe it. Of course, I have seen this before, and have enjoyed it many times in the past, but, this time was special for me as it was the first time I could enjoy watching it while someone else, Tony in this instance, was 'cleaning' my cock just like Doug had cleaned his. And, to my surprise, it ended with the same result.

During the time when we were all enjoying the "afterglow of love" as the old song put it, Doug urged my to try the 'sloppy thirds' before we left at the end of that week. Sonya tried to describe what it felt like when Tony curled his three fingers inside her and gently rubbed the front wall of her pussy, but she couldn't, only saying the quote above. Tony was so happy and contented that he claimed he couldn't articulate his feelings until he had time to sort them all out. 

And me, I still haven't figured out how four people lying on a waterbed could manage to accomplish a 'group hug', but we did.

Part 4 will come next...watch for it.