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La Playa: Polynesia Ch. 01

By: Fog43



The following is the first story in a trilogy sequel to my La Playa series. It is set in the year following the opening of the original resort, and now a team is working in French Polynesia to develop a second property. If you are interested in character development you may want to go back and read the original stories, but I hope you will also find that these stories can stand on their own. 

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The sun woke Steve from an erotic dream. His hardon was poking the petite rump of Christie, the Civil Engineer on his team here in French Polynesia. Julie, his Advance Team Director and long time lover, was spooning his back with her arm draped across his torso to touch Christie. Behind her, Corky was snoring softly as he in turn spooned against Julie's firm ass. The four ended up in the huge bed together last night after their late night work session to review the initial site survey for the new La Playa Resort-Polynesia descended into the usual orgy. Corky, an Environmental Scientist, was detailing how they could fold trails and cabanas with outdoor beds into the 500 acre wildlife refuge next to the main lodge when Julie decided she had enough work and dropped to her knees in front of Christie. This was clearly the signal that work was over.

Steve gently lifted Julie's arm to slip off the huge bed. Daylight was creeping in through the wooden shutters of the sprawling one-story condo that looked down the hillside into the town of Papeete. Instead of going to the ensuite bathroom, Steve padded out through the common area of the four-bedroom bungalow toward the outdoor shower. He felt sticky with the salt air, and would welcome the cool shower. As he passed an open doorway of the second bedroom, he saw Maurice's hairy ass pounding someone - apparently one of the women in the group given the shape of the legs wrapped around his middle. 

A feminine "Mon dieu!" rang out just below a shout as he moved on past the doorway, identifying the woman in question as Collette, the team's French designer. Anyone else sleeping in that room was likely now awake. Steve smiled at the thought of the "team building" going on as he stepped out onto the patio.

Mike and Jean were in the hydro pool swimming "laps". They had the water jets on, swimming against the current of the rectangular pool that was only about 20 feet long and 8 wide. Both were nude, doing the breaststroke, and Steve drank in the sight of two tight, tanned male asses surrounded by rippling muscles. Mike was 5'9" and about 180 very firm pounds. His role on the team was as the Land Planner. Jean was a French Polynesian mountain of a man, 6'2" and 200 pounds with a cock to match. Jean was gay, while Mike was a bi bottom who loved BDSM. Steve thought it wouldn't be too much of a hardship if he had to go gay as he watched the two men swim side by side, pacing each other to a great aerobic workout. 

Steve turned on the outdoor shower and stepped under the spray, reaching for the soap. After wetting his hair he stepped out of the water and applied the liquid body wash to his frame and glancing back again at the two swimmers. He saw Mike signal "two" with his fingers to Jean, and after a couple of more strokes the two men rolled over into the backstroke. Now Steve was catching flashes of cock occasionally rising to the surface and he allowed his fingers to massage his breasts, tweaking and tickling his nipples as he continued to watch his two employees swim. His cock was above half-mast as his left hand applied soap to the shaft. He was a solidly confirmed bisexual horn dog. A switch who could top or bottom in any sexual situation. And he loved all sexual situations except those that included humiliation, real pain, or the messier aspects of water sports.

Meanwhile, back in the bedroom Julie woke about the time Steve stepped into the shower. She extricated herself from Corky's embrace, and scooted over to spend a couple of minutes caressing Christie's hair and shoulders. She really dug Christie, who was one of those women who knew instinctively just how hard to bite Julie's clit during lovemaking. She also enjoyed the way she could engulf the smaller woman (Christie stood only 5' tall, and kept her body on a tight leash with a grueling work out regime) and breathe in her hair. Christie wore her hair short in the kind of boy cut both Steve and Julie loved. 

Julie was Steve's second in command on this project, and was a high-ranking executive in the overall La Playa Corporation. She first met Steve about 10 years ago at a bisexual house party in San Antonio, Texas. They became good friends when Steve built a club for bisexual swingers in the Texas Hill Country that Julie joined with her lover. Julie went to work for Steve as the Activities Director of the original La Playa Resort & Spa in the Caribbean. She was promoted to her current position as a result of her outstanding performance in opening that property, which was now world famous and fabulously successful in just its first full year of operation.

Julie was also Steve's lover. She never met a man like Steve before, and they were true bisexual soul mates. There was the slightest hint of friction between herself and Steve's wife, Deanna, but that seemed to be dissipating over the past couple of years. To say Steve and Deanna had an unusual relationship was a gross understatement. They seemed like polar opposites, she a super athletic tomboy and he a nerdy policy consultant before he won the lottery and became a real estate mogul. But when they were together something seemed to go "click" and you couldn't imagine seeing one without the other. The fact that Deanna tolerated and even seemed to encourage her husband's bisexual swinging and love affair with Julie was testament to the strength of their love.

Kissing Christie lightly on the shoulder and glancing at the clock, Julie also got out of bed on a mission of morning ablution. Instead of going outside, she stepped into the ensuite bathroom to relieve herself, followed with a warm bidet rinse. Then she headed out of the suite to find coffee and her boss, already thinking about the full workday they had ahead and how she was going to wrangle this group of horny individualists Steve brought to Polynesia into keeping their hands off of each other.

The coffee that she had set up the night before to start at 7:00 AM was still brewing, and Julie turned her attention to the scene out on the veranda. She saw the splashes of the two men concentrating on their work outs, but what really caught her eye was the soapy lather all over Steve's torso, and especially on his crotch where he was now fucking his own hands - literally holding his two hands together in a tunnel and thrusting his hips to pump his cock in and out. A wave of lust swept over Julie, and she stepped quickly out and under the spray of the shower, forgetting completely about work. 

Steve pulled Julie into a passionate kiss, and reached for the body wash to begin soaping her torso. They rubbed their soapy bodies all over one another, running hands into ass cracks and up in their hair, reveling in the slick contact and humping their genitals against each others thigh. This went on for a couple of minutes until Julie extricated herself and reached for the shower wand and hose assembly. 

After making sure the temperature was right, cool but not cold as Steve had the main shower, she sexily and seductively rinsed herself, playing the small jets over her now protruding clit several times. She then turned the nozzle on Steve, starting with directing the spray to his nipples, which she knew were like on/off switches for sex to him. She rinsed him thoroughly, paying special attention to and teasing but his ass with the shower wand. 

Replacing the wand on its hook, Julie now sank to her knees and began to suck Steve's cock while he stood under the shower spray. Steve cradled her face and cheeks in his hands as he watched his cock force Julie's cheek out and felt her tongue play along the bottom of his shaft. Looking up, Steve saw Mike complete his workout and begin to exit the pool, his big cock swinging and slapping his thighs. Steve's mouth began to water, but his attention was snapped back to the mouth on his genitals as Julie bit and stretched his ball sack while pumping his shaft with her hand.

Julie continued the blowjob, swallowing Steve now to the root, pulling back until just the head was in her mouth, then clamping down and sucking hard to feel the bulb bulge against her swirling tongue. She kept this up for a couple of minutes, with Steve closing his eyes, rolling his head back, and uttering a guttural moan. Knowing that this was a sign Steve was nearly there, Julie picked up her tempo, bobbing back and forth on the oh, so familiar cock in her mouth. 

Seeing Steve and Julie in the shower, Mike grinned luridly, hurried over to the shower, and dropped to his knees next to Julie. By twisting and leaning carefully, supporting himself with one hand, Mike was able to get to Steve's balls, and suck the left ball and sack into his mouth, rolling the egg-shaped organ between his tongue and cheek. Julie remembered the scene on the stage at the opening night of La Playa - Caribbean, when she and Marc, who was now that property's General Manager, had serviced this same appendage before an audience of 100 appreciative hedonists.

Steve only thought about how fantastic two mouths on his genitals felt, and hissed "yes, I'm cumming!" 

Julie clamped down and stopped bobbing, sucking on the cock head like a straw, and drew the cum up Steve's pulsing shaft. He shuddered and jerked, but Mike retained his lip lock on Steve's sack, even as the ball in that sack tried to draw up as it released its seed. 

"Oh shit I'm such a slut," groaned Steve as he emptied his member onto Julie's welcoming tongue.

After taking Steve's last spurt, Julie slowly rose, drawing Mike with her, and pulled the two men into a three-way kiss to share the tasty love philter. The three ran their tongues lewdly over each other's lips, smearing the nectar around lips and cheeks. Finally, Steve drew Mike in for a soulful kiss, then released him and took Julie fully into his arms and joined their lips with a fierce passion. 

Jean was now out of the pool as well and called out to Mike, "hey boy, come stick that hard meat in me!" Mike moved away from Julie and Steve who were now back under the shower spray and reaching for shampoo. He grabbed the bottle of lube off the poolside table as he went to fuck Jean. Jean shook the water from his long hair, smoothing it back behind his ears and dropping onto all fours on one of the oversized chaise lounges. Mike lubed himself as he walked, pulling his cock into a raging hardness. 

Mounting the chaise, Mike dropped to his knees behind the gay Polynesian, spread the deep brown cheeks before him and squirted a big dollop of lube on Jeans waiting sphincter. Mike used his cock as an applicator and rubbed the lube around Jean's hole, then roughly thrust himself into the other man's ass. He was not worried about hurting Jean, who had a reputation of being a true ass slut and was often known to wear a butt plug during work. Jean grunted, not in pain but pleasure, and flexed his ass around Mike's beautiful cock. Jean reached down to grab some of the lube and began to jack his own cock. The two settled into a vigorous but steady fuck that lasted nearly ten minutes before Mike pumped his morning load deep into his lover's bowels.

In the meantime Julie washed her own short, boy-cut red hair while Steve shaved his face. Neither needed to shave elsewhere as they both underwent regular laser hair removal treatments for everything below their necks. As they completed their washes Julie turned off the water, grabbed two towels from the nearby rack, and struck up a conversation.

"Last night was a blast, thanks," she said. 

"I enjoyed it too. Corky is a lot of fun when he gets into his kinky moods," Steve replied. Corky had serviced several different members of the team, and begged Julie to fuck his ass with her small hand.

"Yeah, I had fun fisting him, but I really enjoyed sharing Christie with you."

"You really like her, don't you? I mean as more than just a fuck buddy," Steve inquired.

"Well, yes, I guess I do think of her a lot," Julie said. "Somehow she eats my clit like no one ever has. It's hard to explain, but she can get me on a high with her tongue and just keep me going through cum after cum."

"You had your eyes closed and didn't notice, but Corky and I forgot about making out and just sat and watched you as you arched into her mouth last night," Steve said. "It was truly beautiful to see you enjoy yourself that way... but you changed the subject. I meant that I see love in your eyes when you look at her, and when you think of her like you're doing now."

"Ok, nosey, I guess I do feel something extra for her, and it's a lot like what I feel for you," Julie replied. "But I'm trying to take it slow because I don't want to fuck up what you and I have, and I don't want to fuck up my friendship with her, and I don't want to fuck up our working relationship because this project is huge."

A look of worry crossed Steve's face. "I'm sorry if I pushed too hard," he said, "but I want you to know that it's more than okay with me if you have multiple lovers. Deana is always going to be my number one, and while you do a great job both as my lover and my partner, I know that you may find someone to be your primary relationship, and that doesn't threaten me or our working relationship one bit."

"God, what cloud did you drift down from?" Julie asked as she turned off the shower and moved back into his arms.

"I want you to be totally happy and fulfilled, Julie," Steve said, smiling. "I want you to know the kind of love Deana and I share."

"I know, and thank you," Julie replied. "I'm not ready to take the leap with Christie to make her my live-in lover...yet," she continued. "But I really hope she wakes up hungry for more than just breakfast this morning. After sucking you off I need a cum, and I want it to be on her tongue more than anything! Come on, let's get some coffee."

They stood together drying and chatting about the coming workday, transitioning smoothly from lovers to coworkers. Once they were dry Julie took Steve by the hand and led him inside as Mike and Jean continued their morning rut under a quickly intensifying sun. The smell of coffee pervaded the kitchen of the huge bungalow, and they heard the sounds of a couple of different showers running elsewhere in the building.

While Julie and Steve were sipping their coffee the team of catering staff from the resort they were using as their headquarters let themselves into the front door. Julie and Steve were of course nude, and made no move to cover themselves. For the first week or so during the two months the team was in French Polynesia the service staff, comprised almost exclusively of Filipino nationals, were taken aback by the casual nudity of this group of guests. The all-male catering staff got over their embarrassment first, openly ogling the gorgeous women guests. It perhaps took the female housekeeping staff longer to adjust both because of their Roman Catholic upbringing and the fact that they kept finding used condoms and rubber gloves in the trash bins, and had to move a wide variety of sex toys, lubricants, and other paraphernalia to do the daily dusting. Nonetheless, the bus boy's jaw dropped as he looked out the French doors to see to the two men fucking by the pool. The lead waiter brought the bus boy back to reality with a sharp word.

Recovering quickly, the waiter directed his team as they rolled in carts laden with hot breakfast in chafing dishes, large trays of fruits and pastries, and an assortment of juices. Julie thanked the crew with a smile, inwardly grinning as half of them stared at her nipples, and told the head waiter that the team would not be dining at the resort on Wednesday evening that week. They had developed a good rapport over the past couple of months, and Julie hoped that he was getting some relief at home from all the visual stimulation he was receiving at work.

By now Jean and Mike were cleaning up in the outdoor shower, Corky retrieved a cup of coffee as headed to the master bedroom ensuite, and Christie was perusing the fruit tray. Julie winked at Steve and walked quietly up behind Christie, encircling the petite blond haired, blue-eyed engineer in her arms and placing her hands directly on a set of 34d tits.

"Good morning, gorgeous," Julie murmured into Christie's ear. "How'd you sleep?"

"Lovely, thanks," Christie replied as she turned and kissed Julie full on the lips. "And you?"

"I slept great, and I dreamt of your tongue," Julie grinned devilishly. "I don't suppose you'd care to have a little girl cream with your fruit this morning?"

"Oh, you ARE insatiable!" Christie laughed. "And incorrigible too. I saw what you were doing to our employer out under the shower just now!"

"Guilty on both counts," Julie confessed. "But I'm particularly insatiable for you!"

"Oh you minx," Christie said. "Go get settled on the couch while I get a plate of fruit. I'll join you and we'll see what kind of trouble we can make with a strawberry."

Steve settled down at the dining table with a plate of breakfast and his iPad, starting his day with an email to Deanna as always. Though he was tempted to join the two women on the sofa, he kept his focus on his ultimate true love and shared a gossipy few paragraphs with his wife. But as he hit "send" he was distracted by Julie's cry of passion - Christie was nibbling on her clit and fucking her with a peeled banana. Steve grinned and reluctantly headed toward the bedroom to dress.

La Playa: Polynesia Ch. 02



Author's note: This episode has a lot of character development in it, and starts off slowly. I hope when you get to the sex you will find it worth the effort. The character development is important to a later story in this arc, and readers will get more out of it if they have read the stories in the original La Playa series. But if getting off is your thing, scroll down and enjoy our heroine as she works her magic on an unsuspecting guy...

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Tuesday Morning - Deana's Awakening

It was Tuesday morning at La Playa - Caribbean. While Steve and his staff still slumbered in a tangle of naked limbs in Papeete several thousand miles away, Steve's wife, Deana (or Dee as she preferred) was sipping a cup of strong Jamaican coffee, and squirmed a bit on the bar stool in their home above the original La Playa resort. There was no other word for it - Dee was horny. Steve had been away nearly two months now, and her fingers just weren't meeting her need anymore. 

Her horniness was accompanied by a tremendous case of Catholic Guilt, because she wasn't horny for her husband. She had used a couple of different vibrators, and one very life like dildo made from a mold of Steve's cock, but even it wasn't satisfying her. She didn't want to think about the other things she'd done to scratch her itch, like fucking Jeff. Jeff, the swinger's website guru who had fucked her at the closing orgy during La Playa's inaugural week, and who recently fucked her again. 

The tall blonde man, whose blue eyes stayed locked with hers while Steve sank his cock into Jeff's ass at that inaugural week orgy. The man whose seven inch cock had pounded her into the cushions with the power of two men's hips as they fucked. The gorgeous stud who had brought her to multiple orgasms out under the stars. The same man who, just three weeks ago, had again fucked her to three marvelous orgasms at a similar Bacchanal, only this time as she was cradled in the arms of Penny, Jeff's wife. And with that thought Dee felt another pang of guilt, because she had found herself attracted to Penny too, and she'd never had the least lesbian inclinations before.

And then Steve made the guilt even worse on their daily call just yesterday. Dee had expressed her feelings, and instead of making soothing noises and encouraging her to be true, Steve suggested she call Marc, the General Manager, and have a tumble! "Remember how good he was when you fucked him and John after that staff volleyball game," he reminded her. She blushed at the thought - the three of them had won the volleyball tournament at the staff barbecue, she had a few glasses of red wine, and the next thing she knew she was flat on her back in a bungalow, being mauled by two men. Steve had kissed her warmly when she came back to him, telling her how proud he was of her and hoping she had enjoyed it. As if she needed more evidence of what an unusual, and wonderful, husband he truly was.

When Steve and the planning team went to Polynesia, Dee went back to their home at La Playa - Caribbean, and spent many days wandering the forests, shores, and grasslands of the island with her camera. Each day she ran or swam for at least an hour. She quickly came to relish the freedom of the island away from the resort, and spent more than one afternoon nude on a secluded beach or by the pool of a stream, swimming until her heart pounded, then taking many pictures of native plants as she hiked back home.

But always in the back of her mind was Jeff. She also regularly went down to the resort's pool bar for an evening glass of wine just to be around other people. In that setting she saw many sex acts, some loving and quiet, many lewd and raucous, and all of them adding to the growing knife-edge of her need. She always imagined it was she being fucked on the little island in the pool, or on the bar stool, or on the bar. And she always imagined it was Jeff doing the fucking. 

And now her thoughts went back to that time...

When Jeff and Penny returned to La Playa, Steve had been gone for a month, and Dee had settled into her routine of hiking, swimming, and perving the guests. She really didn't realize that was what she was doing, but more than one wife had complained to a manager about the woman who was looking at her husband so strangely.

Jeff went looking for Dee right away, leaving Penny enjoying three men and one woman on the Isle of Eros. He casually strolled into the patio bar, nude except for the bands he wore on his wrist that identified him as a true bisexual and the flip flops that protected his feet from the scorching concrete. He immediately saw Dee on a stool at the far end of the bar.

Jeff lit up when he saw her, and gave her his winning smile. This guy was the whole package. Tall and blonde, he was carrying a few extra pounds but his frame could handle it. Not a tan line on his body. And that cock, that glorious, deeply tanned cock that stood out against skin that was totally hairless. Like many swingers, Jeff found pubic hair to be more trouble than anything else, and had paid for himself and Penny to get laser treatments as soon as their website was producing enough income to afford it. 

Dee blushed as Jeff smiled at her. "Who the hell blushes at La Playa?" he thought.

But he could not deny the evidence. Her face was red, and down her chest he could see bright red splotches emerging. Dee was in her traditional hiking garb, short shorts made from gabardine, sturdy hiking shoes, and a photographer's vest with no shirt underneath, unbuttoned. It was cooler this way, and she wasn't a prude, despite the evidence of the flush that came over her body when that dazzling white smile under that ridiculously blonde hair flashed her way. 

"Look him in the eye," she kept telling herself, but her eyes constantly betrayed her and strayed down to the seven inches of heaven dangling between his thighs. It looked half hard as it bobbed toward her. She hoped it was because he wanted her.

Jeff played it cool and slow. He kept up a lighthearted banter, and eventually Dee relaxed into the flow. Within half an hour they were old friends, laughing, people watching, and just enjoying each other's company. A second glass of wine helped her relax, and she noticed that his cock deflated as they talked. 

Jeff had been here before. This was a woman dipping her toe into the deep and sometime treacherous pool of swinging. She was struggling with the warring feelings of infidelity and lust. He knew that if he made a move now he would be risking a lot, and this was the wife of a vitally important business ally.

He made his excuses "I need to find Penny," and escorted Dee out of the bar. Kissing her on the cheek, he also put his arm around her and pulled her close, thrusting his hips and his once again tumescent cock against her mostly-bare thigh. 

"Can we get together again this week?" he asked. "I've been thinking a lot about you. I would love to make love to you again," he used the softer terms of romance as opposed to the more common, and straightforward, language of the swinger. "And I want you to meet Penny." That last sentence jarred against Dee's sensibilities a bit, and added a touch of reality to the situation. 

"Of course we can," she stammered "I've been thinking about you, and..." here she hesitated before using language her mother would have found unbearable "I want to fuck you again." After a brief pause she also blurted out "and I'd love to meet your wife." They parted with a mostly chaste kiss.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she railed at herself as she walked up the hill toward her home. "You've got to realize that these people are real swingers. They've seen and done things that you've only imagined. Oh why didn't you ever let yourself go with Steve to those parties?" 

She spent a restless night of imaginings, from Jeff sweeping her off her feet and the two of them sailing off into the sunset (with Steve and Penny finding comfort in each other to allay her guilt) to her getting in to swinging totally, and treating Jeff like just another cock to conquer. Her fingers were busy, but she never came.

The next day a note was delivered to the Residence. "Dear Dee, please join us at the Friday evening celebration. No strings, expectations, or demands. You are an incredible woman. I want to know you better, and I want to fuck you again. Kisses, Jeff" 

The change from "make love" to "fuck" stood out like a sore thumb. Dee knew she was married to one of the world's leading swingers, but she was only now beginning to appreciate what that really meant, as she struggled with her own feelings of lust. This note made her realize that she had been infatuated with Jeff like a school girl, but that he didn't see her that way at all. He was looking for a sex partner, a playmate, and for the first time in her life she began to feel the same way. She began to realize that she could have that beautiful cock, and still keep the rest of her life too. 

And so came that Friday evening two weeks ago...

She wore the same gauzy toga that she wore at the inaugural Bacchanal, now nearly five months ago. Jeff and Penny were standing outside the portals to the outdoor banquet facility, and Dee couldn't help comparing herself to the other woman. Penny was shorter than Dee, with much larger breasts. Dee knew that her own body wasn't as tight as it once was, and she hated the places that insisted on putting on fat as she aged no matter how many miles she ran or swam. Penny tended toward the voluptuous, as many women in the lifestyle did. 

Dee wondered again how women could stand having their nipples pierced. This was because Penny was topless, wearing sunburst nipple shields and diamond studded bars through each nipple. God that had to hurt when it was first done. Was it worth the pain? So many women here at La Playa had nipples, belly buttons, tongues, vaginal lips and even clit hood piercings. Maybe there was something to it. She stored that away for future consideration as the pair approached her. 

"Dee, I'd like you to meet my wife and favorite lover, Penny" Jeff gestured. "Penny, meet Steve's wife Dee."

"I've heard so much about you" gushed Penny. "Jeff told me what an amazing experience he had with you and Steve that first time. I want you to know that, for you, Jeff has a permanent kitchen pass." Penny smiled and kissed Dee on both cheeks as she said this.

"Oh, it's nice to meet you too. I'm sorry, I know I've been married to Steve a long time, but I'm still a little new to all this" Dee responded, blushing again.

"I know just how you feel" said Penny. "Jeff is my second husband, and I didn't get into the lifestyle until we married when I was 40. He introduced me to swinging while we were dating, but somehow that first time with a ring on is different."

"The strange thing to me is, it wasn't my first time when I was with Jeff" Dee explained. "I'd participated a couple of times before years ago with Steve, (she left out the fact that she had been double-teamed by two of the male employees of La Playa before it opened - with Steve's knowledge and blessing) and decided it just wasn't for me. Now I'm not so sure that wasn't a mistake, and I've missed out on a lot because of it."

"So you've got a lot of catching up to do, and we need to go take our seats" said Jeff. "Marc is calling for attention to start the party."

The three found their places and listened to the opening remarks politely. Penny very purposefully placed Dee between Jeff and herself. Then the food and the wine began to flow, and the awkwardness slowly subsided. Penny made a conscious choice to engage the couple to her right, winked at Jeff, and turned to give Dee some exclusive time with her lover.

"I've thought about our last time at this party a lot" said Jeff, very truthfully. Who wouldn't remember screwing a woman who was worth, rumor had it, a billion dollars? Add to that the fact that her billionaire husband had been rogering Jeff's ass at the time, and it made for a memorable event.

"So have I," said Dee. "I felt pretty guilty for a while, and I guess it showed. Steve and I talked it through and he's given me the same 'kitchen pass' Penny gave you just now. I was just a little confused by my emotions. No one has ever made me feel the way you did that night, not even Steve."

"Well, as I recall it, Steve was definitely contributing to all of our feelings," Jeff smiled as he replied. "He's not just a great swinger, he's a great guy, and yes, a truly good man. We should both be thankful for knowing him so well, and for the fact that you two are so close."

Dee nodded her head in agreement, but said nothing. She had been steeling herself for this moment, and she simply leaned over, laid her head on Jeff's shoulder, and her hand on his cock, which twitched beneath her fingers. Jeff folded her in his arms, smiled at his wife who had noticed the movement, and nuzzled Dee's hair.

Dee gathered her courage and took her next step. "Penny," she called. "Would you mind if your husband fucks me right here, right now?" she boldly asked.

Penny grinned a wicked grin, leaned in, and kissed Dee for an answer. "Have fun honey, my man is one great lover, as is yours. I've fucked Steve a lot over the last few years, it's only fair that you should have some payback. And maybe I'll help him out in a bit. Would you like that?"

Dee hadn't considered the possibility of a lesbian encounter. Penny saw the startled look in her eyes. But Dee fought down the feelings and said "I'm not sure how ready I am for that, but thank you for your blessing and I would love to have you watch."

But Penny did more than watch. She gave them their space for the first of Dee's orgasms, then moved close and was really obvious watching their second fuck, reaching out to caress their shoulders, and brush Dee's hair from her eyes. 

When Dee came the second time, fucking in the classic Missionary, she wrapped her arms around Jeff's neck and pulled herself up, arching to meet his thrusts and nearly yelling with abandon. Penny took this opportunity to position herself so that, when Dee's convulsions subsided and Jeff lowered her back toward the cushions, Dee was now cradled against Penny's bosom. 

Penny told Jeff "don't stop 'til you cum, stud" and leaned down to lightly kiss Dee on the lips saying "Just relax and enjoy my man, honey, I promise not to bite."

And she didn't. She murmured words of encouragement in Dee's ear, told Jeff when to speed up or slow down, and generally took charge. When she saw the tell tale signs of Jeff's impending explosion, she reached one hand down to cup and caress Dee's breast, lightly squeezing and massaging the orb, then lightly pinching and pulling on the nipple. This sent Dee over the edge just as Jeff reached his climax. This time Dee did yell, and Jeff echoed her cries. He pumped Dee full of his sperm as Dee ground her head against Penny's tits, and Penny pulled even harder on the nipple. 

Dee shook and screamed incoherently, and, for the first time in her life, she squirted as she came.

Penny held her tight and whispered soothing words to her as Dee came down from the high. Jeff, slightly winded, leaned down and kissed Dee hungrily, then turned his face and kissed Penny the same way.

"Honey, that was a fantastic fuck, thank you!" enthused Jeff to Dee.

"Oh God," Dee sighed. "So that's what it's like!"

"Yes Honey," said Penny quietly, "that's what it's like. And it's easier to do with a woman's tongue than a dick, even one as nice as Jeff's."

"I'll keep that in mind," said Dee, reaching up to pull Penny down for her first, brief, tongue kiss with a girl. "Your fingers on my nipple certainly did the trick!"

With that the three new lovers extricated themselves from their scrum, and shared sips of wine from a single glass. The rest of the evening was an exhausted blur for Dee. She drank too much, had vague memories of making out with both Jeff and Penny, and the two of them helping her back up the hill to her house. She didn't think of inviting them to stay, and they likely would have turned her down. Those experienced in the lifestyle are wary of taking advantage of people who have a little too much to drink.

They stopped by the next morning to say their goodbyes. Dee hugged and kissed them both, lingering a few moments in Jeff's arms. "Thank you both for such a wonderful night," she said. "I'm sorry I had that last glass of wine, but it was one of the most wonderful evenings of my life. I'll never forget you. And thank you so much for helping me understand a little more about the lifestyle."

"You are much more than welcome, Dee," Jeff replied. "One of the beauties of the lifestyle is the ability to make friends, make love, and not have the fact that you've done both negatively effect the rest of your life. I hope we get to fuck again someday, and you will always be welcome in our home anytime you want to visit."

"That's right, lover," Penny added. "You can have my man, on loan, anytime you want. And if you ever want to explore with a girl some more, I'm online eight hours a day and you can always drop me an email. I'll send you our private cell phone lines if you'll log on to the site. We'll even throw in a free lifetime membership with all the trimmings."

"That's a great idea, thank you! I'll do that today," said Dee. "Have a safe trip home, and do come and visit us in Texas sometime."

And so she had her fling with Jeff. She learned that he was so in love with Penny that any thoughts of a romantic relationship were just schoolgirl fantasies, and experienced a degree of freedom of spirit that both exhilarated and scared her. 

And when she screwed up the courage to tell her husband, Steve was delighted. 

"That's fantastic, Dee!" Steve enthused. "I'm so happy you enjoyed it. Please know how proud I am of you and how I love you even more when you share your glorious self with others. You go, girl!" 

She was relieved by his reaction, but in a way it confused her emotions further. She had long ago accepted the fact of her husband's promiscuous and open-minded lifestyle. She built walls in her heart early in her marriage to rationalize this acceptance because she loved Steve so much. But now she found those walls and rationalizations crumbling from within.

Her thoughts returned to the present...

When she snapped out of it she realized that she was standing with her hand on the house phone. Moreover, she realized that, beneath the robe she had donned this morning, her lust was running down her leg. She simply had to do something, and her precious husband had told her exactly what to do the night before on their daily catch up call: "Call Marc for absolutely anything, my love. He's not just a great manager he's a good friend, and you should trust him to be of help. And damn, isn't he cute?" 

Yes, he was cute. And her guilt was crumbling in the face of her need. Coming to a decision, she lifted the receiver and said to the operator "Manager's office, please."

Marc's Administrative Assistant routed the call down to Marc's mobile phone, catching him as he was leaving the Engineering section on his way to check on how the morning breakfast service went in the restaurant. "Hello, this is Marc" he said.

"Marc, hi, it's Dee."

"Well good morning, sunshine!" he said. "I would have thought you'd be off on one of your treks by this time of the morning."

"Yes, well normally I would but...," she hesitated, then plunged ahead. "I was wondering if you have plans for lunch today. I hate to be a bother, and don't want to disturb your work, so please say so."

"As a matter of fact, I think my calendar says that I'm supposed to lunch with you today," Marc replied gallantly. When the boss's wife called, there were no other priorities.

"Oh, are you sure?" Dee asked. "Like I said, I don't want to get in the way."




La Playa: Polynesia Ch. 02



"Not another word. I'll call the restaurant and have them reserve a table for us, say 12:00 PM?"

"I was wondering if you wouldn't like to come up to the Residence instead," said Dee. "I was thinking of having Room Service bring up some of that yummy Conch Salad."

"That would be great," replied Marc. I'll be there with bells on."

Feeling bold, Dee joked "bells on what?"

Chuckling at the bad joke Marc replied "Madam, you may place bells on any appendage you like, anytime you like, and I will happily jingle away."

"Now you're being naughty!" replied Dee. "Maybe what you really need is a good spanking."

"This phone call just keeps getting better!" replied Marc. "I've got to go see to a few things. I'll be up there at Noon."

"Thanks, see you then," and with that Dee broke the connection and lifted her finger again "Room Service, please..."

Dee felt like a naughty schoolgirl as she hurried to have a bath, touch up her nails, and do her hair. She was grateful again to Steve for talking her into the laser depilation treatments so she didn't have to go through the bother of shaving. She was smooth as a baby - everywhere. 

After fussing quite a while in front of the mirror, she finally decided on a very short, Japanese-cut silk robe to wear. Her hormones were in control now, and she had no intention of subtlety. She checked the dining area and the living room again, and asked the butler, who doubled as her bodyguard, to send any service staff away for the afternoon, then take the afternoon off himself. At 11:45 the doorbell rang. She was a bit embarrassed when she realized she had to answer the door for Room Service in nothing but a skimpy silk robe, but then remembered that these servers would actually think she was overdressed here at La Playa.

On the dot at Noon, Marc knocked on the door. Dee took two deep breaths to calm her butterflies, and opened the door. 

"Wow," said Marc, letting his eyes drink in the lovely, not too much older woman standing before him. Then, remembering himself "Uh, I mean, hi Dee!" then laughed along with her at his gaff.

"Come in Marc, thanks so much for taking time from your busy day. I really appreciate it."

"Actually, this being Tuesday it's not such a busy day," Marc lied. "Besides, who wouldn't want to drop everything for a good looking woman like you!"

"Oh, you are a naughty, naughty man," said Dee, playing the Coquette. "Are you too busy for a glass of wine with lunch?"

"That actually sounds wonderful," said Marc, and it did. If his day was shot anyway and what he thought was happening was really happening, a little wine would be just the ticket.

She poured them both a glass of Pinot Gris. They clinked their glasses together and Dee said "Here's to new friends."

"Hear, hear," Marc agreed, savoring the citrusy tang of the wine on his tongue. Only the best for Steve. He wondered if that went for Steve's wife as well.

"Come on out to the dining area," Dee invited. "I'm sure you're starving like me."

"With pleasure, and maybe after we eat you'll tell me what I can do for you," Marc replied.

"I'll do better than that," Dee smiled coyly. "I'll show you!"

"Now I'm intrigued" said Marc.

They ate and chatted, Dee asking about how the economic downturn was affecting La Playa's business (seems that sex sells, no matter how bad the economy is) and Marc asking about her photography, many examples of which were on the walls of this house. He studiously avoided mentioning Steve, or how delectable Dee had looked as Jeff fucked her during the Bacchanal a few weeks back.

"We have fruit for dessert, I'll get the plate," Dee said, rising from the table. 

She had actually asked the Room Service waiter to put the fruit in the kitchen, to give herself an excuse to be alone for a few seconds and think, just in case she had second thoughts. But still, her hormones were raging. Even though the conversation never touched on sex she felt a definite dampness between her thighs, the friction of the silk on her nipples was keeping them hard and distended, and she knew that the beautiful blond man sitting at the table had noticed. What was it about her and blond guys? Her husband, Jeff, and now Marc. Marc wasn't as tall as Jeff, but she knew from seeing him at two parties now that his cock was every bit as impressive. She took the moment alone as an opportunity to loosen the tie on her robe - a lot.

"Here we are," she said, rather stiffly and clumsily bending over right next to Marc to offer him a glimpse of breast as she set down the fruit tray. She was a jock, not a seductress, but today she was determined to try.

"That looks delicious," said Marc, very pointedly looking down Dee's robe and not at the fruit. He glanced up, she hesitated, then smiled and sat back down, crossing her legs and surreptitiously opening her robe even more.

Dee mentally and emotionally took the step off the deep end. She was in the big girl's pool now, and it was sink or swim. "Actually, that 'delicious' look you just had is why I asked you up here," she said, selecting a grape from the tray and trying to eat it seductively. 

Marc smiled inwardly. Yep, what he thought was happening was indeed happening.

"I was wondering how brave you are," she continued.

"How brave I am?" asked Marc.

"Yes, like 'are you brave enough to fuck the boss's wife?" 

Okay, there it was. She'd gotten it out. The only way to go back now would be to hit this guy over the head with an iron. She ran her fingers lightly up and down across her nipples, spreading the robe wider yet.

"Well, this woman doesn't fuck around when she fucks around," thought Marc. But instead of uttering that thought he said "that sounds like an invitation," playing it cool and deciding to see where she wanted this to lead.

"It was. It is," said Dee. She stood up and shucked the robe from her shoulders. "Do you have time for a quickie? I need some cock!" She finally fully embraced the bold and to-the-point manner of an experienced swinger.

"Damn, for pussy that pretty I have time for way more than a quickie!" enthused Marc. He stood up and took her aggressively in his arms, sensing that this was a woman who wanted to be taken. Taken hard. Taken now. His cock was springing to attention as he plunged his tongue down her throat.

Their tongues wrestled together as Marc ran his hands from Dee's tight ass cheeks up to her neck and back down again. Dee wrapped her arms around his neck, broke the kiss, and leaned back to invite his hands on her breasts. Marc surprised her with his gentleness in handling her orbs. Most men handled breasts way too roughly for her taste. Marc was obviously a very seasoned lover.

After letting him have his way for a few more moments, Dee broke their embrace and began to tug at his shirt. Marc helped her get it up over his head, and as he discarded it on the table she was reaching for his belt. She gasped as the shorts fell to the floor, revealing that he had come to lunch commando, and his cock was rapidly rising. He pulled her back tightly against him, letting her feel his manhood grow and stiffen, crushed between their bodies.

There was a little awkwardness as Marc had to sit down to untie his sneakers and get his pants from around his ankles, but once fully nude Dee took him by the hand and led him out into the living room to a leather covered couch. She let go of his hand, turned, and sprawled back on the cushions, leaving one foot on the floor and draping the other over the back of the couch. She threw her hands above her head and slightly arched her back. Marc needed no more invitation.

He leaned down and kissed her sex. The aroma was heady and delicious, her lips were swollen and distended. She was truly a flower opening herself to him. He licked all around her vulva, then probed her clit, which was swelling and bulging from its hood. 

Dee reached down for his shoulders and pulled him up from his oral ministrations. She had a thing about oral sex, which was the main reason she could never see herself having a full on lesbian encounter. She wrinkled her nose at the thought of the smell, and could never understand why other people loved it so. Of course she said none of this to Marc. She simply wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled his cock toward her opening. 

"Please fuck me," she said.

"No condom?" Marc asked. He and John had been careful to use them after the volleyball game.

"No condom, just give me your cum," responded Dee. She was through menopause, and knew the chance of pregnancy was slight. She also knew the rules Steve had about STDs at La Playa, the extent of screenings, and the way he went the extra mile to keep his employees healthy. That was why she felt comfortable going bareback with Jeff a few weeks back. And the wine was continuing to lower her inhibitions.

Marc made a mental note not to cum, despite her request, or at least to pull out first, before he positioned his seven and a half inches against her inner lips and thrust forward. He was surprised at how wet she was (she was an older woman after all) as he kept gliding in right up to the hilt. She moaned as his fat man meat probed and filled her depths.

Marc, sensing again that she wanted it hard, immediately went into slap fucking her, the skin of his thighs pounding against her ass. She lifted her legs, and put them over his shoulders. He held her thighs and plunged over and over again into her. He kept this up for about three minutes when he saw her expression change, heard the groan come from low in her chest, and felt her pussy begin to grip his cock. She was cumming. Her whole body shook and shuddered, she bit her lip and rolled her head side to side, then tensed a last time and relaxed. 

Marc recognized this as a sign to slow down, but he did not remove his cock from her sheath. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with a smile.

"It happened so fast, sorry," Dee said.

"No worries, darling, we have all afternoon and into the night if we want it."

"Oh yes, I think I definitely want more," she said, reaching up to pull him into a kiss. 

He kept up a slow, gentle fuck as their tongues once again entwined. Then he pulled slowly out, and pressed the bottom of his well-lubricated dick against her clit, sliding it up and down.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

She closed her eyes again as she savored the feeling of that glorious cock on her sex and replied "of course, what do you mean?"

"How about using this as an opportunity to play around a little bit, and decide for yourself what you might like and dislike?"

The wine was keeping her inhibitions in check and she thought his idea was marvelous. She said so. "Darling, you keep making me feel like this and you can have your way with me!"

With that he surprised her. He pulled out, stood, leaned over and picked her up like a bride crossing the threshold. He wasn't a particularly big man, and she was by no means a petite woman, though she was slender and lithe for her age. Nonetheless he carried her seemingly effortlessly into the first floor guest bedroom, where he proceeded to introduce her to a number of new positions for coitus, held her head and fucked her mouth, played with and penetrated her anus with his fingers (he thought it might be polite to save her anal cherry for Steve, not knowing that Steve had deflowered that opening many years before) and brought her off with his mouth and tongue despite her aversion to oral.

This continued for nearly two hours, a time in which he transitioned to wearing a condom just in case his control slipped and he came. He surprised himself by not doing so, despite how desperately Dee clearly wanted it. He was building a different need in her.

Taking a break, they drank some water and some more wine, then decided to rinse off some of the stickiness and sweat in the small pool outside the Residence. They dove in side by side, and frolicked in the water happily, playing all the silly slap and tickle games people seem to enjoy when they skinny dip.

Slowly, the slap and tickle gave way to more intimate caresses. She took him by the cock and led him toward the steps of the pool. Paddling wet across the deck, she pushed him down onto one of the oversized, cushioned lounge chairs. Having realized his wisdom despite the many precautions, she reached over into the ever present bowl on the poolside table, took out a condom, then leaned down to suck him to hardness. He responded almost immediately, and she opened the package with her teeth like an expert (she picked up a lot on that swinger's site) and rolled the rubber down his pulsing shaft. Reaching back over to the table she grabbed the equally ubiquitous bottle of lube and squeezed some out on her hand. She reached between her thighs and buttered her lips and opening, then ran her slick hand up and down his latex-sheathed sword.

Locking eyes with her lover, Dee moved to position herself in the classic cowgirl position. Marc put his hands behind his head and grinned a shit eating grin up at her. She didn't return it, but stared intently into his eyes as she took his cock in her hand and lined it up with her pussy. Once she had fitted the head to her slot, she moved both hands to hold him down and slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she lowered her cunt down his shaft. 

When she bottomed out, she simply sat there for a moment, staring into his eyes. Then he felt a flexing around his cock. She was not moving her body, but she was fucking him with her vaginal muscles. She was doing Kegel exercises on him, and what incredible control! His shit eating grin vanished from his face as he felt an undulation start. She was continuing to flex her muscles, while slowly moving her hips. Where had this sheltered woman who didn't participate in her hedonist husband's lifestyle learned this?

Dee began to smile at Marc. She could see the effect her motions were having. As an experiment, she stopped, and saw the desperate need wash over his face. He wanted her to continue, he needed her to never stop. She was, for the first time in her life, in total control of a man.

She continued to fuck him like this for an astounding 20 minutes. Three times his eyes rolled back in his head and he thrust his hips up as he neared orgasm. Each time she immediately halted, lowered all her weight on him, stopped the Kegels, and slapped his chest, breaking the chain of his cum. After twenty minutes she lifted herself up and off his cock to his utter dismay. He moaned as his rod was exposed once more to the air. But without saying a word, she merely turned into the reverse cowgirl, squirted more lube on is shaft, and lowered herself once again. This time, she grabbed his right hand behind her back, and guided his thumb to her asshole, passing him the lube with her other hand. He needed no coaching, quickly lubing his thumb thoroughly, and pressing it into her nether hole.

She responded immediately, and began to slow fuck him in earnest. Even though the latex would prevent her from feeling his seed, she now needed to feel that cock pulse against the walls she was flexing around it, and match the pulsing of his thumb in and out of her ass. 

Marc tried desperately to hold back, even to the point that he grabbed her hips to stop their movement. But he couldn't control the grasping and flexing of her vagina. It was milking his cock of its seed, and it would not be denied. Relenting, he thrust his slick thumb back into her rectum, cried out, and bucked his hips as his cock exploded. She responded in kind, keening her joy to the sun that beat down on their brown bodies, suddenly bouncing up and down on the pulsing shaft, and releasing her own orgasm to shake her body to the core.

When his hips stopped bucking she never slowed down, building herself back to another quick cum, and another. Then she thrust her fingers down onto her clit, still fucking the slightly soft cock. Rolling her clit roughly she continued to fuck and was rewarded with the younger man's new stiffening. 

Marc was moaning "Oh yes, you magnificent bitch, fuck me more, bring me off again!"

Her only response was "two fingers...two fingers in my ass, NOW!"

He quickly replaced his thumb with his index and middle finger as she leaned forward slightly, never pausing for an instant as she bounced on his shaft and frigged her clit. All the years of running and swimming paid off with an amazing aerobic stamina. Marc held his fingers still, letting them plunge into her anus at the same rate as his cock was moving in her pussy. 

She was loudly whispering "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes I'm going to cum I'm going to cum!"

And cum she did. Squirting for the second time in her life. Roughly rubbing every part of her pussy that wasn't filled with cock. Feeling her anal ring clasp around Marc's fingers.

Marc responded in kind. Cumming a second time in just over ten minutes. It was a different, almost painful cum. It flirted on the edge between pleasure and pain as his cock attempted to eject more sperm that just weren't there so quickly.

It seemed to them both that they came for minutes. The waves were sweeping over Dee's body as peak after peak pulsed through her pussy. Marc later likened the feeling to the "male orgasms" he was able to achieve in the quiet of his suite with a dildo in his ass and no penile stimulation. The sun beat down, their hearts and pelvises pounded in syncopated unison. They were lost in pure physical bliss.

It did not end suddenly for Dee. Instead the mini-orgasms continued to wash over her in ever lessening intensity like the ebbing of a tide. Marc was spent, his cock rapidly deflating and falling from her vulva as Dee slowed, then stopped moving her hips, even as her fingers continued to roll her clit to a final, shuddering stop.

She collapsed forward onto his lower legs. Panting for breath. Exhausted. Exhilerated. Satisfied and yes, finally sated. She caught her breath and quickly spun to embrace Marc and hug him fiercly, his arms encircling her and returning her embrace.

"Oh, baby, that was fantastic!" enthused Marc as he felt her body tremble next to his. "Where did you learn to fuck like that?"

She didn't answer right away. She was distracted with an amazing realization. She had just experienced the most intense orgasm of her life, with a man other than her husband. She really liked the guy who had just fucked her for most of the past three hours. But that didn't mean she automatically had to love him. The sex was fun. Hell, this last bit was mind blowing. But it carried no long term emotional commitments as a price for the pleasure. Despite the many conversations she'd had with her husband over the years. Despite the fact that this was exactly what he had said over and over again, only now did she realize that he was absolutely right. She loved Steve. She loved Steve more right now, as she lay naked and sweating in the arms of another man, more than she ever had. And this guy Marc was fun and a great fuck. What a breakthrough!

Later that evening, Dee dialed Steve's satellite phone. She had brought Marc off one more time with her mouth, greedily gulping his cum and then leaning up to share it with him, and he had fucked her with a dildo to another orgasm. Now she was going to tell her husband about her day.

"I fucked Marc today" she said after their greetings. 

"Was he as good as I remember?" Steve asked. He knew that he was sharing a major step with his life partner, and he wanted to keep the conversation as light hearted as possible.

"Are you okay with that?" she asked.

"With what, that he's as good as I remember?" Steve quipped.

"No! Are you okay that I fucked him?"

"Of course I am!" said Steve. "Remember a couple of weeks ago when I practically had to drag the story of you and Jeff out of you? I told you then and I tell you again: far from being angry or hurt, I feel pride! It is such a delight and an honor to share life with you! You are the most marvelous woman on Earth, and I couldn't be happier that you are stretching your wings, taking care of your needs, and beginning to enjoy the kind of life that I've always wanted for you!"




La Playa: Polynesia Ch. 02



"You are so amazing! Thank you! I love you!" gushed Dee, a tear in her voice

"Honey, can I be a swinger with you? Can we be a couple at your parties, fuck and suck other people, then go home together and share the good and the bad?" Dee asked. "And can I take a lover like you have with Julie? Someone who'll round out our relationship?" Dee asked, becoming emboldened. "I've come to truly believe in the past few weeks, especially today and right now, that swinging can actually be good for a relationship if it has the right foundation to begin with."

"And what foundation is that?" queried Steve.

"Love. Pure, unconditional, and absolute love," Dee said quietly.



La Playa: Polynesia Ch. 03



Author's note: Three scenes in this story, the pool scene, the fivesome, and the final threesome with our hero masturbating as a husband and wife suck on his nipples, actually happened to me much as they are written at a house party in Texas around the turn of the century. This was the most memorable swinger experience in my life. I still get excited remembering those events, and I hope they get you hot and bothered. 

Wednesday Evening – The French Orgy

With their final week in Polynesia half way over, the team was hurrying to get a lot of work done, but Steve insisted that they all take Wednesday evening for what would be an important marketing and goodwill event with the locals. The fact that this was also to be a swinger house party turned it into something of a bonus. Now it was evening, just after the summer sunset as their two limos pulled up to the door of an impressive villa on a hill overlooking Papeete harbor. It was low slung and sprawling, built into the side of the hill in the French Colonial style, all front porch and big French doors that obviously opened to allow in the sea breezes. Steve waited for the group to assemble and led them up the steps to the front door. The door opened before he got to the doorbell button, and they were greeted by a large Polynesian man in a suit. 

"Good evening, Mesdames and Messieurs," said the big, dark skinned muscle. "Madame has been summoned. Won't you step inside?"

As the door closed behind the group a beautiful, older woman swept into the foyer. She was clearly 60+ years old, but obviously spent a lot of money on plastic surgery and stylists and a lot of time in a gym. Her hair was pinned up in a severe bun, her white skirt was full and swept to the floor, but the white leather bustier on her torso was the most striking part of her outfit. It lifted her breasts, and was cut to support their weight while totally exposing nipples that had been rouged to stand out against the white of her clothing and her surprisingly fair skin given the climate where she lived.

"Etienne, welcome to my home!" she said with a thick French accent, kissing Steve quickly on both cheeks.

"Aurienne, thank you so much for having us. I've heard so much about your parties and what a wonderful hostess you are," Steve replied. Let me introduce you to the gang..."

After several minutes of "how do you dos" and more cheek kisses Aurienne clapped her hands and the big man returned, looming near a closed door. 

"My friends, again welcome to my home. I hope you will excuse my manners, but there are so many of you that I cannot give individual tours. I know you are all experienced with what Americans call 'house parties' and that you will respect the rules of the house. There is only one, the traditional 'no means no.' Ahohako helps with that rule if necessary, his name means 'storm' in English, but he is also here to provide anything you might need. He is the only servant at the party, but I hope that you will find everything your hearts may desire on the buffet in the dining room to the right. The door on the left, where Ahohako is standing, is available if you care to leave any articles of clothing behind as you enter the party. I see most of you have small bags with toys and supplies, but if you need more or want to experiment you will find many scattered about."

"There are 30 other people here, both couples and singles," Aurienne continued. "Some flew in today from Australia and New Guinea, just to play with you. They are all more or less bi, and some I think you will find to be quite kinky. There are no locks on any doors, and no sex acts are forbidden. That includes my two pet wolfhounds, who you will find to have eager and energetic tongues and pricks. They are kept in the room with the gate on the door, please enjoy them there if you choose, but do not let them escape! Now, please, you are our guests of honor. Drop anything you want in the cloakroom and allow me to introduce you to the others!"

Steve shucked out of his shorts and folded them over the back of a chair. He completely unbuttoned but kept on the silk Hawaiian shirt he wore, revealing the gold chain that connected his nipple clamps. The gold on his torso matched the simple cock ring he wore around his scrotum.

Julie was in a light, white cotton dress cut well above the knee. The dress was closed by a line of buttons from her neckline to the hem. She simply unbuttoned the bottom and top three buttons, leaving three closed in her midriff, but allowing any potential lover easy access to her charms. Aurienne had been watching avidly, and stepped closer to Julie

"Julie," she said in her thick accent. "Thank you so much for helping me arrange this soiree." Aurienne leaned in to nuzzle Julie's neck, and reached inside Julie's dress to carress her breast. 

"Aurienne, I'm so glad we'll finally get a chance to play," Julie smiled and lifted Aurienne's lips for a tongue kiss. "But we better get the others out to the party right now. Can I have the pleasure of tasting you right after the introductions?"

"Ooh la la, I love a woman who is unafraid to ask for what she wants," Aurienne said. "Of course, cherie, you may have me. We can even go share Bruno and Klaus, my pets?"

"Well, I'm not really in to bestiality," Julie replied, "but I do love pussy! I think you might find Paulette interested in your pets. And I know Collette is hoping to try some new things tonight – she is wanting to spread her wings."

"Of course, ma cherie, of course," said Aurienne, "thank you for being so frank. I will hold your hand until my hostess duties are done, then we will make love," she said in a conspiratorial tone, then louder "please follow me, nous alons!"

Aurienne held Julie's hand and led her guests through a sprawling den that looked like something out of the 1970's, complete with sunken conversation pit. The wall of French doors on the back of the house all stood open, revealing a beautifully lighted pool surrounded by a wide deck with many chairs and chaise lounges around it. 

"Attention, s'il vous plait! Attention!" she cried, clapping her hands like a school teacher. The small crowd of people, some in formal evening wear, many in sexy party attire that left nothing to the imagination, a few in leather accoutrements and two girls completely nude, ceased their conversations, make out sessions, and cock sucking (the two girls rose up from their knees) to listen to the hostess.

"These are the people we have all heard about, who are bringing the wonderful new resort to our islands!" Aurienne announced.

She spoke like a commissioner of tourism for a minute or two, introduced each member of the Team to polite applause. True to her word, she kept a firm grip on Julie's hand, squeezing and pulling it against her diaphanous skirt and pressing it into her thigh.

"And now my friends, I hope you enjoy your evening. Let the games begin!" 

With that Aurienne let Julie's hand drop and stepped forward. With a flourish she whipped off her skirt, revealing thin, firm thighs and a pussy with large flapping lips. Then she surprised everyone by ripping her bustier off (it had been designed and sewn specially for just such a display. Turning back to Julie, Aurienne undid the last three buttons on her dress and reached up to caressingly slip it from her shoulders, letting it drop at her feet, and stepped forward to take Julie in her arms.

"Come, cherie," she whispered. "The pool is marvelous this time of day."

The two naked women kissed hungrily, then Aurienne broke their embrace and, again taking Julie by the hand, stepped out of the house and down into the pool.

Many of the guests obviously had the same idea, as the pool quickly filled with 20 to 25 naked bodies of all shapes and sizes. Steve folded his shirt onto the back of a chaise and. removed his nipple clamps, then stepped down into the pool filled with many strangers.

Swingers at house parties are never strangers very long. Steve saw Julie and Aurienne kissing feverishly on the other side of the crowd. The pool was apparently one depth throughout, only about five feet, and the water was apparently slightly cooled by refrigeration, because such a pool would normally be warm in this tropical climate. Instead this pool was, like the evening air, a nearly perfect neutral temperature, not too cool but no too warm. Steve stood in the refreshing water, and listened to the conversation ebb and flow, exchanging greetings and little nothings of conversation with people who had French, Australian, Polynesian, German, and English accents, and somehow bobbing and floating more toward the center of the literally buoyant crowd.

Though this was a swing party, no one overtly touched Steve. A few couples were kissing, but none as avidly as Julie and Aurienne. In fact, he watched Julie boost Aurienne up to the pool deck, her legs dangling into the water, and dive into the older woman's well trimmed muff.

After a while, Steve became aware of an English couple to his left, and of a curious phenomenon taking place. The 25 or so bodies in the pool were unconsciously floating closer and closer together. Almost like gravity attracting celestial bodies, skin began to contact skin. He looked over trying to catch Julie's eye. They had experienced a similar phenomenon together at a party in Texas a decade ago, but she was focused in on a French clit.

The English woman's thigh came into firm contact with Steve's. He gently snaked a hand around her waist, and felt her husband do the same from her other side. They struck up a conversation, learning little tidbits about each other and slowly increasing the contact. 

The Englishman, John, seemed a bit up tight, and stiffened a bit when his wife, Mary, boldly told Steve "John has never been with a man before. We hope to correct that before the night is out."

Before Steve could reply an Australian couple swirled into their orbit, as the crowd continued to compress. Steve now felt the skin of other people touching his from every side. Bob and Jo Anne introduced themselves with heavy Aussie accents, and Steve could see that the two of them were primarily interested in the English woman, Mary. He could understand why. Mary was actually the tallest of this group of five, easily approaching six feet, with striking auburn hair and green eyes atop a lithe and athletic body. Steve slipped an arm around Bob and pulled the couple in closer. John closed the circle by reaching down to cup Jo Anne's ample ass.

Steve began to marvel at the subconscious, and intensely sensual, act of community that was occurring in the pool. Arms and hands were now clearly moving underwater, and the group continued to press together, bobbing like an iceberg from one side of the pool to the other. As if by unspoken agreement, the two women leaned in to kiss one another. Mary was drawn into the center of the circle, and Steve extended his left arm around John, lightly caressing his ass as his wife made out with the buxom Aussie.

Finally Bob made his move and suggested "why don't we take this into the TV room?"

Almost instantly thereafter, Aurienne cried out in an orgasm induced by Julie's talented tongue. This seemed to magically break the spell for the entire group, and they began to make their way out of the water in couples and small groups, grabbing towels from the poolside table and wandering off in search of hedonistic delights. 

Bob, the Australian man, led the fivesome out of the pool. Mary and Jo Anne, Bob's wife, had their arms around each other's waists, and Steve and John brought up the rear, Steve again caressing John's rear and John reaching over to sneak a feel of Steve's cock while they were still deep enough for him to feel safe that no one would see. Steve decided to focus some attention on this guy, and help him learn to relax and enjoy men tonight.

Bob obviously knew his way around the sprawling mansion. He led the group straight to a room that was lined with one of those couch sets with extra large, over-stuffed cushions. They were almost like day beds that fit together in a big "U" shape. A large square coffee table had been moved off into a corner to free up the floor inside the U, and a huge HD TV screen lit up the wall with bi porn playing on it. Two small-breasted blondes were being ass fucked by two skinny but muscular men, who were leaning over and kissing each other. Steve remembered seeing this same scene in an Eastern European porn flick a few years back. Bob flopped down on the couch and, looking at Steve, patted the cushion next to him. John followed Steve to the couch while the two women moved into each other's arms. 

Mary and Jo Anne made out with a fierce urgency. Their bodies were in stark contrast to each other. Mary had the lithe figure of a gymnast, with the resemblance only broken by the fact that she was so tall. Jo Anne was Rubenesque, with large pendulous breasts and tightly coifed curly hair. They were experienced swingers, and relished putting on a show for the men.

The men happily obliged them with rapt attention, though Bob's hand had gone straight to pumping Steve's cock, and Steve was working John up with his hand. As Steve's cock rose, Bob leaned over and engulfed it, sucking hard on the bulbous crown. Steve heard John catch his breath at the sight, and he leaned over himself to hold and lick John's cock. John threw his head back and moaned loudly, eliciting an answering moan from his wife.

Jo Anne was the more aggressive of the two women, lowering her head and sucking on Mary's nipples, biting them hard and then lashing them with her tongue. Their hands were all over each other, and they undulated their bodies together to the beat of the cheesy music coming from the porno. Jo Anne, reacting to Mary's moan as Mary watched her husband have gay sex for the first time, slipped a finger between Mary's labia and discovered that the other woman's sex was gushing with lust.

Steve rose back up, but kept his hand on John's cock, pumping it slowly and firmly, while Bob swirled his tongue around the crown of Steve's cock. This guy was an experienced cocksucker, and it was Steve's turn to let out a small moan of appreciation. He turned his face and smiled a wicked smile at John. He would have liked to lean in for a kiss, but was worried about how John might react. Many men in the lifestyle are extremely sensitive about appearing to be "gay," even while they secretly long to be treated like a Kansas City Whore.

Jo Anne, feeling Mary's wetness, plunged three fingers into her pussy and placed her thumb on her clit, then began to pump her arm furiously. 

Mary cried out "Oh Yes!" and spread her legs to catch her balance and give her lover full access to her sex.

Jo Anne latched on to Mary's right nipple, and bit down hard. Mary cried out again, her knees buckled, and she came. In recovering her balance she had to step back from Jo Anne, and Jo Anne's cum soaked fingers left her cunt. Mary whimpered and stepped back closer, reaching out to pull Jo Anne to her as the other woman now focused exclusively on Mary's clit. Mary began to moan incoherently, and clearly went through several small, convulsive orgasms. 

Finally she pushed Jo Anne away and yelled "I need to be fucked!"

She moved straight over to Bob, never even giving her husband a glance, and pulled him off of Steve's cock. Steve did not resent the intrusion, and proved it by grabbing Bob's cock and helping Mary put a condom on it that she grabbed from a nearby bowl, then aiming it at Mary's vagina as she straddled the Australian face-to-face. Bob's cock was a fat eight inches, and most women would need to work their way down on such a girth, but Mary sank right down to the root, and began to undulate her hips slowly. 

Letting out a satisfied sigh, she looked over at John and said, "Oh honey this cock feels fantastic! I want to fuck it all night. Are you enjoying yourself, you naughty boy?" Somehow, this clichéd question for a house party seemed a bit wicked when said with a refined English accent. John flushed but nodded his agreement. 

Jo Anne moved up and rubbed her tits on Mary's back, giving Steve a chance to reach over and touch the Australian woman for the first time. He ran his left hand up her inner thigh and explored the folds of her labia, even as his right hand continued to pump John steadily and purposefully. He wanted to taste Jo Anne's tits, so he released his grip on John and leaned forward, engulfing and sucking her nipple hard.

"Yeah mate, suck that titty," Bob encouraged Steve. Bob's own hands were roughly handling Mary's tits, and she was obviously reveling in all the attention. 

Jo Anne warned Steve, "Suck, but don't bite, honey, I hate it when they get bitten too hard."

Steve responded by rising fully from the couch and moving behind Jo Anne. Noticing her husband sitting alone, Mary motioned for him to move closer, and she reached out and ran her hands across John's chest. Steve reached around Jo Anne, grasped each of her nipples between a thumb and forefinger, and stretched them out.

"Ooh, how did you know?" enthused Jo Anne. "That I love!"

The group fucked like this for a few more minutes. Steve pulling and twisting Jo Anne's nipples while he humped his cock against her ass. Jo Anne now reaching around Mary and replacing her husband's hands on Mary's tits with her own. Bob, releasing his grip on Mary's orbs reluctantly, but then reaching out to roughly handle John's cock. And John just basically perving on the whole scene, grinning up at his wife.

Presently Mary said "time to really fuck!" and twisted off of Bob's lap. She turned around, straddled Bob again in a reverse cowgirl position with her knees on the couch, and steered his fat and glistening cock back into her now gaping cunt. She reached out for Jo Anne, placed her hands on her shoulders, and pressed down.

"Lick me. Lick us both while we fuck," she pleaded with Jo Anne.

Jo Anne, who had come to the party for pussy, was more than happy to oblige. She dropped to her knees and dove right in between the two sets of thighs and slurping loudly. 

Steve was now left with a dilemma: should he bend down himself and fuck Jo Anne, or should he return to John? John glanced over at him, their eyes met, and John made up Steve's mind for him by arching his thighs. Steve moved in front of John and dropped to his knees, twisting his head to lick John's balls and nuzzle Bob's hand away. Bob was only too happy to let go and renew his assault on Mary's breasts.

Steve put real enthusiasm into his blowjob of John. He sucked each of John's balls into his mouth and swirled his tongue around them. He licked up the shaft, stopping to suck and nibble along the way. He lashed the sensitive underside of John's cockhead with a tongue flicking like a snake, then dove down and swallowed as much of John's cock as he could get in a quick move.

Mary, looking down and seeing her husband receiving head from another man, let out an animal growl and said "That is so fucking hot!"

Steve put on a show for the couple, loudly sucking and licking John's shaft. This was the kind of cock he loved to suck, about six and a half or seven inches long, and of relatively small girth. He could really relish such a cock, and relish it he did, transitioning into a rapid bobbing of his head, letting his tongue lave the cock on the way down, then sucking firmly on the way back up. John moaned and flopped his head back on the couch, arching his hips to fuck Steve's mouth.

This sent Mary into a frenzy. She was mewing and whining, and began to bounce rapidly up and down on Bob's cock, her eyes never leaving the sight of her husband's dick in the mouth of another man. Jo Anne of course couldn't continue to lick Mary as she bounced, so instead she reached in and massaged her husband's balls with one hand, and up to replace her husband's hand on Mary's left breast with the other.




La Playa: Polynesia Ch. 03



Mary and John seemed to have a spiritual connection. He began to gasp for breath as he neared his orgasm, and she went into an almost violent series of cums, each one building and rolling over her like a wave as the talented team of Bob and Jo Anne assaulted her body with sex. Sweat poured from her face as she fucked furiously up and down on Bob's now pulsing shaft.

This went on for two or three more minutes. Bob thought that the woman who was going berserk on his cock would pass out. Her breath was coming in ragged pants and her pussy was convulsing around his shaft. But he lost his train of thought as his own cum took over suddenly, and he yelled as he thrust up into the woman atop him and spurted blob after blob into the rubber around dick.

The feeling of Bob's thrust and his pulsing cock sent Mary over the top, and she yelled out in ecstasy as she fucked her lover, whose wife was doing wicked things to her nipples with her fingernails. John responded to his wife's cum with a cry of his own, and he released his semen in buckets into Steve's mouth and throat.

"Don't swallow!" Mary almost screamed as she saw Steve take the huge load of cum. She now slowed and settled down on Bob's lap, letting his rapidly softening cock out of her cunt with a plop, and leaned out to kiss Jo Anne.

Steve obliged Mary's request, and captured John's seed in his cheeks, milking the last drops out of a cock that was remaining remarkably hard after such a huge ejaculation. Gathering all the seed, Steve stood and joined Mary and Jo Anne's kiss, passing a snowball around two or three times. Mary broke the chain and pushed Jo Anne down to the floor, diving into Jo Anne's muff with a tongue covered with sperm and feasting on her clit. Jo Anne, thrilled at having a woman want her, slipped back and allowed Mary to have her way.

Steve sat back down on the sofa, this time with John between him and Bob, and reached out again for John's cock, which was at least still three quarters hard. 

Bob, whose cock was now flaccid, reached over and fondled John's balls as Steve smiled at John and said "Was that really your first time with a guy?"

John flushed again, but noticed that Steve still had cum on his lips. "Yes it was, and I'd love to share some of that cum you're licking off your lips with you."

Steve smiled again, leaned in, and gave John his first male tongue kiss. The two men lashed their tongues together, sharing John's sperm hungrily. Bob reached across them and fondled Steve's cock as they kissed.

"This is going to be a popper of a night!" said Bob as Steve and John pulled back from their embrace. 

The three men looked down at the two women, who were now in what appeared to be a luxurious sixty-nine. 

"She'll be on like that for hours now," said John.

"Well how about we leave them at it and go find a beer, mates?" asked Bob.

All three men rose and Bob led them out to the kitchen. 

Along the way, a woman named Karen stopped John and said "Your wife asked me to give you a lingam massage, would you like that soon? Meet me in the second bedroom on the right in 15 minutes."

And so the evening was off to a rollicking start. This was not just a house party, it was a true orgy, with 40 hedonists letting themselves enjoy any pleasure that presented itself. Steve, Julie, and the team participated in a wild variety of sex, from straight sucking and fucking, to BDSM and on to Jean pulling a gay train 12 guys long.

Toward the end of the evening Steve gravitated back to the English couple, John and Mary. They were sitting together talking and having a drink on one of the conversation pit sofas. Steve sat and and chatted with them for a bit, learning more about them and how they got into swinging and telling them about his plans for La Playa. After a few minutes Steve noticed John's cock beginning to harden and his knees parting. He clearly was thinking about having Steve's lips around his cock again.

Just then another man, a young Frenchman who had been very popular with ladies this evening because of his stamina and energy, came over and asked Mary to fuck. Without saying a word she kissed her husband and spread her legs for her new French stud. Steve sank to his knees and proceeded to slowly and luxuriously suck John off as his wife was crying out next to them, the Frenchman on his knees at the edge of the sofa as was Steve.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" yelled Mary as the young French stud slap-fucked her. Her breasts, even though small, were bouncing wildly and she tossed her head from side to side, completely lost in the carnal sensations. 

Her husband reclined back next to her, muttering incoherently as his orgasm built. Steve lubed up a finger with spit and slipped it into Bob's ass, using the gentle "come here" motion that relaxes the sphincter for easy penetration. Bob sucked in his breath and arched his back up, driving his cock down Steve's throat.

"Yes, I'm cumming! Oh Honey I'm cumming" Mary screamed to her husband as she wrapped her legs around the young man's hips, trying to pull him bodily into her pussy.

This put Bob over the top, and with a gutteral growl he released his cum onto Steve's tongue. His body tensed and shuddered as he came again and again. Steve savored the salty sweet nectar and continued sucking every drop from this lovely cock.

After their orgasm's subsided the Frenchman pulled out of Mary and with a "Merci, cheri," withdrew to find his next partner. Mary was disappointed to see him go so quickly, but soon got over it with a devilish idea to help her husband complete his cumming out as a fully bisexual hedonist.

"Come on then, Love, let's get our friend off together," she said, kissing her husband and scooting aside. 

She reached out and drew Steve up to sit on the couch between her and Bob, and immediately lowered her head to begin ministering to Steve's pulsing cock. As she did so, she grabbed her husband's arm and drew him down to join her. 

"You see my dear, you do it like this," she smiled at Bob, licking her way from the root to the tip of Steve's shaft. 

Bob enthusiastically joined in, licking the other side of Steve's organ and swirling his tongue with Mary's as they reach the top. They kept this up for several minutes, and then Steve decided to indulge in one of his favorite little kinks.

"Folks," said Steve. "What you are doing feels wonderful, but I wonder if you would be offended if I just jerked off – while you two suck on my nipples?"

"You've brought us so much pleasure tonight, how can we refuse?" answered Mary, lifting herself up and latching on to Steve's left tit. 

Bob was a bit taken aback, he was reluctant to give up cock sucking so quickly, but quietly acquiesced and began sucking Steve's right nipple.

"Suck lightly first, then take the nub between your teeth and gently slide them from side to side. That's it!" Steve coached the couple as he pumped his rock hard cock. "This won't take long."

The couple got into the groove, their eyes locking and making a game out of who could make their lover feel better. Mary pulled up and flicked her tongue quickly on Steve's nipple, eliciting a groan from Steve as he began to pant. Bob answered by engulfing and sucking hard on the other nipple, causing Steve to suck in his breath loudly.

"Now, bite down hard, pull back and stretch them out," Steve begged his lovers.

They complied and he answered by arching up. His fist was a blur on his cock, and his eyes were rolling back in his head. With another grown he exploded, scattering his cum over their neck, shoulders and chest, his hips heaving as he came. The couple continued to bite his nipples as he shuddered again and again, cumming more this time than he had earlier in the evening.

As he shuddered his last and slumped down Mary reached across him to lick his cum from Bob's skin, then lifted up and snowballed her husband. Steve had a deeply satisfied smile on his face as he leaned in to join them in a three-way kiss. The kiss was long and sloppy, and the three lovers ended up giggling as their tongue's wrestled with each other.

"Whew," said Steve as they parted. "Thank you both so much, that was marvelous, and great way to end the evening. You two are quite a pair"

"The pleasure was ours, Lover," responded Mary. "This has been a magical night, and we're both so happy to have met you. You had the perfect touch for bring Bob along, and from now on we'll be full on bi swingers."

"Always glad to create new customers!" Steve said with a wink. "Julie will be providing everyone at the party with a card about how to join our website for free and keep up with the construction of La Playa – Polynesia. I'll make sure she marks your membership for a special invitation to our grand opening."

With that Steve said his goodbyes and went in search of Julie and the rest of his team. The limos would be waiting by now, and tomorrow was another workday. But what a great way to celebrate Hump Day this evening had been!



La Playa: Polynesia Ch. 04



ACT I: THE SURPRISE

It was Steve's final full day in Polynesia. Though it was a Saturday, the planning team worked through the morning to prepare to move fully into the design and environmental study phase for La Playa - Polynesia. One of their discussion points was adjusting that working name to fit the French Polynesian culture, but not lose the brand identification. Tomorrow, part of the team would leave Papeete, and the rest would continue work here on the ground.

Work was completed and lunch was served. The plan was for some of the team to take their final touristy tours of Papeete this afternoon, while the rest would pack or lounge around the pool. With this group, that meant that sex was definitely in the cards.

A knock on the bungalow door drew Christie to answer. She cried out in surprise, drawing Steve's attention to the door. His heart leapt at what he saw.

There, framed in the doorway, was Steve's wife, Dee. She wore a clingy, light cotton dress and a large sun hat, with simple sandals to round out her wardrobe. Steve was on his feet and taking her in his arms in moments.

It had been two full months since this husband and wife had kissed, and they put all their passion into the next minute. Dee sucked hungrily on Steve's tongue, and Steve ran his hands across Dee's back and down to her firm ass. She pushed herself as tightly as she could against her man.

When they broke she smiled into her husband's eyes and said simply, "surprise!"

"Hi!" Steve replied. "Surprise indeed! Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I hope you're not mad or I'm not interrupting important work!" said Dee. "After we talked the other day, after I fucked Marc and you were so wonderful about it, I just had to hold you in my arms and tell you how much I love you!"

"I love you too, minx!" laughed Steve. "And I'm not mad and you're not disturbing anything. We're done for the day, and I couldn't be happier to have you here with me!"

The limo driver cleared his throat, and Steve and Dee realized they were still standing in the doorway. Moreover, Steve was in his traditional work uniform. Which meant he was nude except for a leather ball stretcher on his scrotum. 

"Just set the bags here at the door, please," said Steve. "I'll be right back." With that he hurried to the bedroom, pulled on some shorts, and found a tip for the driver.

"Thanks so much!" Dee said to the chauffeur as she took the money from Steve and passed it on. "Just leave the bag by the door."

The driver tipped his hat and glanced around as he was turning to leave. What he saw caused him to stop and stare. There was a crowd of about eight people standing nearby to greet his fare, and they were all more or less nude! He had heard rumors about a group of swingers here at this resort, and he had apparently stumbled onto the truth. Remembering himself after several moments and lots of eye candy, he tipped his hat again with a huge grin and turned to leave.

"Dee, welcome to Polynesia!" Julie said as she came up and gave her lover's wife a hug and chaste peck on the cheek. 

Deana pulled Julie into a tighter hug, and turned her cheek to bring her lips to Julie's. She gave Julie a kiss in return that was anything but chaste, and boldly brought her hand up to Julie's naked breast. Julie's eyes went wide in surprise. There had always been a least some unspoken tension between the two women who shared Steve, and Dee had never expressed any interest in women at all. Now she was pinching Julie's nipple and sucking on her tongue.

Steve's own eyebrows were raised in surprise. Deana was clearly coming out of her shell, as evidenced by her recent escapades with Jeff and Marc, but had never shown any inclination toward the bisexual. Dee had mentioned making out with Jeff's wife, Penny, but things had obviously progressed well beyond a little wine-induced dalliance. 

Deana released Julie's nipple and broke their kiss. "Julie," she said, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" Julie asked.

"For not really understanding about swinging for all these years. For feeling jealousy of you when you weren't trying to steal Steve from me... And for missing out on so many opportunities to join you two in bed!"

"Oh honey, you only felt what any woman would feel in your situation," said Julie. "I have always tried hard to make sure you knew that I understood that I couldn't come between you two. I've tried to find ways to make you comfortable that I didn't want to come between you. Are we finally there?"

"Yes, and then some!" enthused Dee. "When I told Steve that I wanted to be a swinger the other day, I meant every word. I had an epiphany with Marc, and I realized that sex and love, while they are related, do not have to be inseparable. And making out with Penny a few weeks ago made me want to explore more with a woman. I want that woman to be you. And I want you today. Can we play?" She moved back into Julie's arms and kissed her again, then reached to bring Steve into the embrace.

"Honey," Dee said to Steve, "I've been thinking a lot since the other day. I've been visiting lots of swinger websites for the last few weeks, and I've been reading a lot. I even read both 'Emmanuelle' books for the first time on the plane. I got so horny that I asked the stewardess for a blanket, and brought myself off on the plane. I know the stewardess knew what I was doing, and she gave me a wink."

Dee took a moment to kiss Steve, never stopping her hand that was moving up and down Julie's back. Steve pulled the two women closer to himself.

"Dee, I'm so proud of you!" said Steve. "I always hoped we could share the lifestyle someday, and now you are making all my dreams come true. Thank you!" He leaned in closer to Dee, and once more thrust his tongue past her lips, even as his own hand joined hers in caressing Julie's ass.

The three now moved like they were in a trance. The others in the room were completely forgotten as Steve and Julie removed Dee's hat and dress. She wore no undergarments. Then the two women stripped the shorts off of Steve, and the three of them drifted toward a wide flat lounging couch in the sitting area of the bungalow.

Julie sat beside Dee on the couch, and the two women kissed hungrily. Steve dropped to his knees in front of Dee, spread her legs, and dove into her cunt with relish. Unlike the past, when Dee might have pushed him away because of her aversion to oral sex, now she spread her legs and bent her knees to give her husband unfettered access to her sex.

Julie ran her hands across Dee's breasts as their tongues fought to bring each other pleasure. Dee reached for Julie's thighs, seeking access to her pussy, which Julie gladly granted by shifting on the couch and sitting up on her knees. Now Steve was on the floor, Dee was half-reclined on the couch with her knees on Steve's shoulders, and Julie was facing Dee, with Dee's fingers dancing on Julie's labia. Julie felt wetness begin to trickle down her thighs. Steve lapped at his wife's pussy with glee, nibbling her clit lightly and flicking it with his tongue. This continued for several minutes, and Dee experienced a small orgasm from her husband's talented tongue while she sucked on Julie's nipple and pistoned two fingers in and out of Julie's pussy. Julie suddenly came from Dee's ministrations.

Gasping for breath Dee almost shouted "Et Voila!" quoting the last lines from 'Emmanuelle II' and gently pulling Julie down to her side. "Husband, if you don't get up here and fuck me right now, I'm going to find my cock elsewhere from now on!"

Steve released his lip lock on Dee's clitoris and climbed up on the lounge, moving to mount Dee in a classic missionary position. But Dee had other plans. She rolled Steve down on his back and threw her leg over his hips. Reaching down she spread her own pussy lips with one hand and roughly rubbed Steve's cock up and down her slit to fully lubricate it. Then, placing both hands on Steve's shoulders and staring straight in to his smiling eyes, she slowly, achingly slowly, lowered herself onto his manhood.

Julie sat back on her haunches and watched the two lovers fuck. They were in their own world, lost in each other's eyes, smiles playing across their faces. She smiled herself, and reached down to roll her clit to the same slow, intense rhythm Steve and Dee were adopting.

Steve reached up and gently held his wife's breasts in his hands. He marveled once more at how high and firm they were. Though she was in her fifties, Dee was in incredible shape, and had the body of a much younger woman. He could not resist letting the two prominent nubbins slip between his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze. Dee took that as a sign that Steve wanted his own nipples attended to, and sat up straight backed, continuing her slow but purposeful up and down motions on the incredibly wonderful feeling cock in her pussy.

Steve's hands stayed glued to Dee's breasts, now doubling to help support some of her weight as she reached for his nipples. She knew her husband extremely well, and knew that his nipples were like on/off switches for his desire. They were much larger than the typical male nipples, because one of Steve's favorite kinks was to use suction cups on them to make them stand out. He had done this so often that they had grown permanently larger, though they had lost none of their sensitivity. Steve growled as Dee grasped a nipple in each hand, pulled up, and began to roll them roughly between her thumb and forefinger.

At the same time, Dee began the "milking motion" of her vagina Steve had coached her in, using a combination of Kegel exercises and her slow fucking, to increase the sensations for them both. Steve's growl turned into a moan, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He tried to thrust his hips upward to increase the speed, but Dee pinched hard on his nipples and said "ah, ah, ah! No cheating!" And Steve's moans turned into whimpers.

Julie found this turn of events fascinating. Steve was one of the horniest, kinkiest swingers she had ever known, and her career was all about knowing the greatest swingers in the world. She had never seen a woman have such power over Steve sexually. But then she realized that she had only seen Steve and Dee having sex a very few times, and then only briefly. Now here they were in the middle of a living room, surrounded by people, making love like they were the only people on the planet. 

"You evil slut!" Steve panted to Dee. "You know I can never resist this! If you don't stop I'm going to cum!"

"And that's exactly what I want," replied Dee. "I want you to cum. I want you to fill me up with your seed, right here in front of all these people, and then I'm going to make you eat it right back out of me!"

With that Dee released her hold on Steve's right nipple, and reached over to Julie. "Come here," Dee ordered. "My husband needs help, both to cum and to satisfy me. Come kiss me and play with my clit!"

Secretly, Deana was cringing inside. She had almost no experience in playing the sexual aggressor, and no way to know if she was going too far. Julie put those fears to rest by pasting her body firmly against Dee's, plunging her tongue past Dee's lips, and reaching for the clitoris that was standing out pink and distended from Dee's pussy.

Dee almost couldn't handle the extra stimulation. Now she let out a moan of her own as she avidly kissed Julie back. Steve began gently pulling on Dee's nipples at the same time, something he knew she responded to as she neared orgasm. He was determined to make her cum first.

But suddenly the sight of his wife and his lover finally sharing the kind of passionate, deeply sexual kiss that he had always dreamed of seeing turned out to be more than his libido could bear. Dee returned her second hand to his nipples, and now twisted both hard. At the same time, her vaginal muscles began to flutter as her own, powerful orgasm, triggered by Julie's expert manipulation of her clitoris, washed over her.

Steve arched his back and thrust his hips up, physically lifting Dee up off the lounge as they came simultaneously. This broke the kiss of the two women, but Julie quickly leaned in and claimed Dee's right nipple from Steve's hand, sucking hard. Steve held his wife up as his cock pumped jet after jet of cum deep into her womb, and Dee's body convulsed and jerked in her own ecstasy.

"Oh my God!" Dee cried out, tears suddenly streaming down her cheeks as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her body.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" yelled Steve as his cock pulsed again and again in its warm, wet, tight sheath, granting Dee's wish that he fill her with cum.

Julie actually felt a mini-orgasm in sympathy for her two lovers, as she now cupped Dee's clitoris in her palm and extended her fingers to also stroke the base of Steve's convulsing cock. She release Dee's nipple from her mouth and let out a throaty "yesss..."

The three lovers felt like they were suspended in time. Waves of delight washed over them as their flesh melded, and sparks seemed to fly between them. And then, in contrast to the sudden way their mutual orgasm had taken them to new heights, they relaxed together into a tangle of spent, sweating flesh. Panting, kissing each other, sharing a three-way kiss, and caressing whatever flesh or appendage was beneath their fingers. 

"What was that?" Dee asked incredulously. "I've never felt anything like it before!"

"Neither have I," agreed Julie. "I've had mutual orgasms with lovers, but that was something special!"

"Maybe it was the Goddess, blessing our union. Or maybe it was just incredible animal lust. Whatever it was, that was the best orgasm of my life!" Steve said, laughing in joy.

Dee and Steve whispered, "I love you" to one another, and then Dee turned to Julie.

"I love you too, Julie," Dee said. 

Julie smiled and kissed Dee. "And I love you, too. Thank you for sharing Steve with me!"

"Speaking of Steve," Dee said, "he still has some more work to do!"

With that she disentangled herself from their scrum, and made Steve lay back on the lounge. Then she threw her leg over his head, and lowered her pussy to his face. "Get to work, boy, and clean me up!"

Steve grabbed Dee's hips and pulled her down firmly on his tongue. Not to be left out, Julie ducked her head down to Dee's groin and maneuvered to get her tongue on Dee's pussy. The two swingers quickly brought Dee back to life.

"Ugggh!!" Dee moaned as yet another climax took her. Her legs trembled, and she fell backward, pushing Julie's tongue away. "Enough! Uncle! I can't take anymore right now!"

Steve rose, took Dee in his arms, and shared their first snowball kiss...

The three lovers laughed and hugged, and then the rest of the team welcomed Dee.

ENTR'ACTE: THE SHOWER

Following their impromptu welcoming party and threesome, Dee wanted to shower and freshen up from her trip. Steve was concerned that she would be hit with jet lag very quickly, and insisted that she eat and have a large fruit juice before heading to the ensuite. As he moved to follow Dee to the shower and help her, Dee also reached for Julie's hand and pulled her along.

The shower in the master ensuite was big enough for five people, and had multiple showerheads and wands on hoses. Steve also had douche/enema fittings on a quick-change coupler on one of the shower hoses. He turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, then drew the two women under the water with him.

Gently and lovingly, Julie and Steve bathed Dee. As they worked Steve and Dee caught up on recent family news, chatting happily. Julie washed Dee's hair, and then Dee and Steve did the same for Julie.

Once Julie was squeaky clean, Dee took a dollop of soap and passed the bottle to Julie. The two women exchanged a knowing glance, and Julie smiled as she joined Dee in soaping Steve's torso.

"Honey," Dee said coyly, "there's something I want to ask you."

"You'll get nothing out of me, you torturer!" Steve laughingly replied as her fingers tweaked his nipples again.

"You are so bad!" Dee laughed. "I just want to ask you something about sex."

"You've come to the right source for that topic!" chimed in Julie.

"Indeed, Grasshopper," said Steve like an ancient Chinese Zen master. "How may I instruct you?"

"I've seen you with a man before," said Dee. "And I can't get the picture of Jeff's eyes out of my head when we three played at that Bacchanal several months ago. He seemed to love the feel of your cock, and I swear I felt his cock swell inside me as you fucked his ass."

"It's true, I seem to have that effect on some men," Steve said with a grin. Julie stifled a laugh.

"Will you show me?" asked Dee, now running her soapy hands up and down Steve's rapidly hardening shaft.

"Show you what?" replied Steve, confused.

"I want to see you make it with a guy again, but this time, just you and the guy, without me or another girl involved. I want to see if you love a cock in your ass as much as Jeff did!" Dee said with real enthusiasm.

"God, that can be so hot!" agreed Julie. "Come on boss, put on a show!"

"Are you sure you're not too tired from jet lag?" Steve asked, genuinely concerned for Dee.

"I slept some after I came on the plane, and I'm so keyed up right now I couldn't sleep anyway," replied Dee. "Put on a show for me and Julie, then take me to bed and I promise to be a good girl and go right out." 

"Well never let it be said I deny my wife anything," said Steve with a gallant flare, "particularly if she is going to be a lecherous minx! But why stop with just one guy? It's been a while since I pulled a train. Why don't I see if all the guys would like a shot at me?"

Dee squealed and clapped her hands in delight, then ran her hands back to Steve's ass. She found Julie's hand already there, slipping a soapy finger into Steve's bottom.

"You girls get out and dry off, and give me some privacy to get really cleaned out," said Steve, reaching for the stainless steel enema fitting.

Julie and Dee left the shower. They dried each other, giggling and whispering like old friends or even sisters while Steve prepared his ass for a rogering.

ACT II: THE SHOW

The four other men in the bungalow, Corky, Maurice, Jean, and Mike, were enthusiastic when Steve proposed a little impromptu gay orgy, and had quickly set the stage. The large coffee table was moved outside, and several bedspreads and comforters now made a cushioned play area, surrounded by the lounge, couch, and several comfortable chairs. Everyone put his or her other plans for the afternoon on hold for a while.

Dee, surrounded by Julie and Christie, was in the place of honor on the couch. Jacklyn, Patricia, and Collette sat together on the lounge. Paulette had rolled her eyes when she heard the plan, and was in her bedroom packing. She was not leaving Polynesia tomorrow, but moving into another bungalow as part of the on-the-ground advance team. Steve noted that she kept the door to the bedroom open, and was keeping an eye on the proceedings despite her protestations of "I'm a Lesbian!"

Steve was on his knees in the middle of the floor, and Corky was about to move up to offer his cock for sucking. "Wait a minute!" cried Steve. "I enjoy cock, but I think I'd love it even more if it tasted like my wife as I suck it. All you guys have to get your cocks good and slick in Dee before you come to me!" He had a devilish look on his face as he said this.

Dee, embracing her new role as swinger slut, licked her lips and leered at Corky. "My husband. He's always thinking of my needs!" she said as she scooted forward on the couch, leaned back, and spread her knees. "Cum on, stud, get some honey for the bee!"

Corky dropped to his knees in front of Dee and eased his cock into her. While she was playing the part, she wasn't as lubricated now as she had been earlier. He considerately took a few gentle strokes, withdrew carefully, and moved over in front of Steve.




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Steve took the glistening phallus between two fingers, and pulled it to his tongue. "Mmmm, delicious as always, my Love!" he said with a smile toward his wife.

Turning back, he now concentrated on worshipping the cock before him. It was his favorite type of tool to start a fuck session with. Relatively thin and about six to seven inches long, it even had a few freckles that went along with Corky's red pubic hair, which was trimmed close.

Steve ducked his head and licked the entire shaft from base to head, swirling his tongue around the circumcised knob. He had been fondling Corky's ball with one hand, but now stretched both hands out to either side and gestured to the other men to join in.

"Maurice, I'll be wanting you next, so go fuck my wife," Steve ordered. Mike and Jean moved to Steve's outstretched hands, and he immediately began to jack them as he started a sucking rhythm on Corky's cock. Corky held Steve's head, and began to fuck his face.

As Maurice moved toward Dee, she said to Julie "do we have some lube? I'm afraid I'm not as young as I used to be, and if I've got to fuck all four of them it's going to hurt."

Julie smiled and reached to the table behind the couch. "This is strawberry, Steve's favorite," she said, but instead of passing the tube to Dee or applying some herself, she passed it to Christie. 

Christie squeezed some of the clear, fragrant gel on her fingers and gently began applying it to Dee's labia. She was the third woman that had ever touched Dee, and Dee was proud of herself that she responded so well. She moaned, and smiled up into Christie's blue eyes. Christie squeezed out some more lube and began to insert a finger into Dee's vagina and lightly brushed her clitoris with a thumb. Dee moaned again.

"By the way, Dee, you haven't heard that Christie and I are moving in together," said Julie quietly.

"What? That's fantastic! I had no idea!" exclaimed Dee. "I'm so happy for you both!" she said as she leaned in to give Julie a congratulatory kiss, then turned and did the same to Christie, who was still massaging Dee's pussy. "You're so lucky to get a girl like Julie!" Dee whispered.

"Thank you!" replied Christie. "It's going to be a new experience for me being in an open relationship, but we've been growing closer these past two months, and I haven't felt any real jealousy yet. I'd love to talk with you sometime about how you have handled it all these years. You and Steve are so obviously in love!"

"Yes, we are, and I'd love to talk with you too, but right now what you're doing to my pussy is just too delicious to concentrate!" Dee moaned yet again, and pulled Christie down for a deep tongue kiss as the younger blonde continued to bring her pleasure.

Corky's cock was now leaking precum, and Steve let up his suctioning. Looking up into Corky's eyes he said "Fuck me bareback. I want Dee to see the cum leaking from my ass when this is done!" and bent forward, still massaging the two cocks in his hands. Mike and Jean reached down and helped support Steve's torso as Corky moved into position.

Corky grabbed a bottle of lube and applied some to Steve's asshole, which was filled with a butt plug Steve had inserted following his ablutions and shower. Corky worked the plug back and forth a few times to ensure it was well lubricated, then pulled it free, leaving Steve's ass with a small plop. Setting the plug aside, Corky now lubed his own cock liberally, and applied another dollop to Steve's pucker. Scooting forward, Corky rubbed his hard cock up and down Steve's crack, pausing to swirl it in small circles on his rosebud target.

"Fuck me!" Steve practically yelled. All eyes in the room suddenly focused on Corky's cock.

It had a bulbous head that stood out as almost red it was so engorged. He pressed it to Steve's anus, and that very experienced orifice seemed to open and almost try to suck it in. Once past the sphincter muscle, Corky plunged deep into Steve, moving slowly but firmly until he bottomed out, and his balls, which were very low hanging, slapped forward against Steve's. Corky began a steady fucking rhythm, encouraged by Steve's moans of pleasure.

Dee was mesmerized for a few moments, but then had a small cum as Christie continued to rub her clit, and was now pushing three fingers into Dee's pussy. Julie leaned down and sucked softly on Dee's left breast. As Dee came down from what had to be her fourth or fifth orgasm in the last hour and a half her attention was torn away from the cock sawing back and forth in her husband's ass by the cock that was moving toward her vagina.

Maurice's cock was about seven inches long and dark complexioned to match the rest of his skin. But what got her attention was his girth. Maurice had a classic "beer can" cock that was nearly as big in circumference as it was in length. Dee had never had this large a cock, or even a dildo or vibrator that approached this width, in her pussy.

"Please, go slow!" Dee begged as she nonetheless wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him toward her opening.

"Oui, cheri," replied the swarthy Frenchman. "You have a lovely pussy. It would be a tragedy to hurt it."

Julie did the honors of applying lube to Maurice's truncheon, and she put some extra on Dee's labia. Retaining her hold on Maurice's member, she pulled him into position and rubbed the head up and down Dee's slit, much the way Corky had done to Steve a few moments before. Then she aligned the cock with Dee's vagina, and he pushed gently in with just the head.

Dee decided to be playful and naughty, and try to shock her husband yet again today. "Do you like the way my cunt feels?" she asked loudly. "I bet you'd love to pound me until I scream, wouldn't you? Come on, fuck my cunt!"

This did indeed gain Steve's attention, and he chimed in to play. "Yeah, Maurice, fuck my wife's cunt with that huge cock of yours! Stretch her out! Ohhhh!" 

That last was caused by Corky adjusting his thrusts to ensure full contact with Steve's prostrate as he picked up the pace.

Julie whispered to Maurice "go ahead, but still be gentle." 

He nodded to reassure both Julie and Dee that he had no intention of acting like a mindless horn dog. He pressed in a little further, and began short strokes to allow Dee time to adjust to his girth. She smiled up at him, and used her legs to pull him deeper.

Mike twisted down and scooted under Steve to tease his cock with his tongue. Steve continued to pump both Mike's and Jean's cocks. Corky was breathing a bit faster now, but was nowhere near cumming as he pumped in and out of the familiar orifice of Steve's ass.

Dee continued her verbal encouragement of the men, getting fully into the spirit of swinging. "Yeah, fuck my husband good, and lick his cock. I want to see his ass all stretched out." 

Maurice was now fully inside Dee, and he fucked her slowly. Julie played Mistress of Ceremonies at this point and said, "that's enough. Steve will taste Dee on your cock. Go stick it in his face. Jean, get over here and fuck Dee, she needs more cock!" 

Maurice leaned down and kissed Dee as he withdrew from her sheath. "Merci, cheri, I hope to play with you fully very soon!"

"I hope so too, please fuck Steve very hard for me? Make him yell 'uncle'!" Dee replied, returning Maurice's kiss.

With that, Maurice turned and grabbed Steve's hair, pulling his face up and thrusting his cock, slick with Dee's juices and lube, against Steve's lips. Steve reluctantly released Jean's cock from his grasp, but eagerly opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to savor Maurice's rod. He took as much of the thick shaft into his mouth as he could, and ran his tongue all around to gather and sample his wife's flavor.

Pulling off Maurice, Steve smiled up at Dee saying "you taste fabulous, my love! I have a new favorite treat: Cock a la Dee! I love you so much! And please don't take this wrong, but God I love cock!"

"I love you too, honey!" laughed Dee. "And I'm glad you love cock! Thank you for sharing them with me today!"

Steve did not reply because his mouth was again stuffed with Maurice's wide tool. He allowed Corky's fucking, which was now slapping their balls together against Mike's forehead, to transfer through his body and have Maurice fuck his face. Steve loved the way Mike was handling the head of his tool. The light lip and tongue action was keeping Steve's cock firm, but not moving him toward an orgasm. This enhanced the sensations he was receiving from Corky's cock in his butt.

Corky was sweating now, fucking Steve for all he was worth. His orgasm was building rapidly, and Mike helped out by reaching up to massage Corky's balls. Corky felt himself nearing that exquisite moment right before his eruption, and tried to prolong the feeling as long as he could. He new his orgasm would be more intense as a result of a little edging. But just at that moment, Steve flexed his sphincter muscle rapidly several times, sending Corky right over the top.

"Oh fuck!" Corky cried out as his orgasm exploded. He grabbed Steve's hips and bottomed out, hold himself tightly into Steve's rear as his cock pulsed again and again, shooting his seed deep into Steve's bowels.

By now Jean was fucking Dee, but she was looking past him as her husband was spit roasted. "That is so hot!" she enthused. "Take it honey, take both those gorgeous cocks!" 

Julie and Dee leaned down by mutual consent and began to tongue bathe Dee's breasts as Jean fucked her steadily. Dee stroked their hair, and encouraged Jean to fuck her harder.

Steve came up for air off of Maurice's dick and repeated himself "God I love cock! Corky, that felt so great! I hope you loved it. Get back there and fuck me, Maurice!"

Corky leaned down and kissed Steve's back as his rapidly deflating cock popped out of Steve's sphincter. "Thanks Boss, you've got the best ass around!" With that he rose and headed to a bathroom to wash.

After Maurice's fat sausage, Jean's cock left Dee feeling a bit empty. It was much more of a standard size, not dissimilar in proportion to Steve's. About six inches long, it differed from Steve's in that it had a pronounced upward curve. Jean used this to great effect when fucking women, as he could find their G-spot and massage it thoroughly. This is just what he did with Dee.

"Oh my, that is nice" thrilled Dee, smiling up at Jean. 

She felt her pussy respond to the internal stimulation, and her wetness flowed out to trickle down her perineum. Julie, very familiar with Jean's cock and his skills, understood what was happening and moved a hand under Dee's bum. She took some cream on her forefinger, rubbed it into Dee's anus, and slipped the digit in.

"You are all so good at this!" thrilled Dee. "How do you ever get any work done when you can make each other feel so good?"

"Practice, dear," replied Jean, fucking Dee with short, swift strokes as Christie now renewed her manipulations of Dee's clit.

"That and your slave driver husband!" added Corky, coming back from his cleansing and joining the other three girls on the lounge and reaching for the most convenient tit. Jacklyn, Patricia, and Collette made room, laid Corky back, and began a tickle attack.

"Uggh" said Steve, adjusting but loving the feel of Maurice's thick stump in his rear. "You're lucky I can't get up right now, Corky! I'd shove my cock down your throat just to shut you up! Speaking of cock...Dee, if you're done hogging Jean's sweet banana would you send him over here? I want to suck some more cock!"

Dee reluctantly released Jean from her leg lock and he moved back onto the mat. Steve immediately swallowed him to the root. Christie, seeing her opening, dove down and began devouring Dee's nectar, pressing a finger inside to continue the G-spot stimulation. 

Julie stood up on the couch and straddled Dee's head. "Dee, I know you want to watch your husband go gay, but all this fucking has me horny, and I need some relief too. Get to work!" With that Julie lowered her pussy onto Dee's face.

Dee's head spun. She had suddenly gone from voyeur and side participant to the focus of a lesbian sex fest, while her husband was on the floor in a gay orgy. Julie's musk overwhelmed her nostrils, and she had almost no choice but to extend her tongue into the depths of Julie's sex. She immediately loved the taste, and pressed her lips and tongue harder against Julie's vulva.

Steve noticed the sudden explosion of sex all around the room, and his heart swelled with pride in Dee as she seemed to relish her very first full lesbian encounter. He returned to worshiping Jean's bow, sometimes reaching down suck on Jean's nut sack, and often pausing with just the head of Jean's cock between his lips, then applying a powerful suction while his tongue teased Jean's pee hole.

Meantime Maurice, never a long-lasting lover, was moving toward his spasm. He roughly thrust his fat cock in to the hilt, and then withdrew completely from Steve's ass and than back in, using the friction of Steve's sphincter to get himself off. He was practically raping Steve's ass.

On the lounge, Collette was now astride Corky, forcing his cock into her own ass. Jacklyn and Patricia were in a heated sixty-nine. Down on the floor, Mike was still on his back below Steve, continuing to minister to Steve's knob even as Steve continued to fist Mike's dick.

Julie quickly brought herself to orgasm, holding Dee's head between two hands and using Dee's tongue, lips, chin and even nose like sex toys. Julie shuddered once, twice, three times, then slipped back down onto the couch and began licking her own juices off of Dee's face. Dee regained her sight of the gay fuckfest on the floor just as Maurice plowed into Steve one last time, sending jets of stick liquid into Steve's ass.

Not even giving Maurice time to catch his breath, Jean pulled out from Steve's mouth and moved to his ass, pulling Maurice away. He knew Steve needed no more lube, with two loads of spunk in his bowels and being stretched out by Maurice, so Jean just pushed his cock directly into Steve's anus, which opened easily. Jean began a frantic fuck.

Steve had saved Mike for last on purpose, and he now gestured for Mike to go fuck his wife in preparation for feeding Steve his tasty lollipop. And what a lollipop it was! Mike was nine inches long when hard, cut, with a shaft about two-thirds as thick as Maurice. Steve considered it just about the perfect cock, and he adored being able to suck on it, or feeling it plow his rear. It stood rampant now, and Steve was anxious to share it with Dee. Mike had a stainless steel cock ring around the base of his cock and scrotum, and the combination of all the sex and eye candy around him and Steve's expert fisting for the past thirty minutes or so had the head of the circumcised instrument fully engorged and purple. 

Christie brought Dee to her third straight orgasm in the last five minutes as Mike moved toward the couch. Again, Julie played MC and greased Mike's rod up before gently pushing Christie out from between Dee's thighs. Dee's eyes widened at the size of Mike's cock and it's angry, purple hue. Though she was now very slick with lube, pussy juice, and Christie's saliva, this cock frightened her just a bit.

Julie, seeing the look of panic on Dee's face, leaned in with soothing words. "Don't worry, honey, you're going to love it. I love this cock myself, and it's Steve's favorite of all the guys. Try not to tense up when he first goes in, and you might want to do some of your Kegels after he's fully in, they might actually help your walls relax and stretch. And remember, it's just a few strokes to play along with Steve." 

With that she kissed Dee deeply while pulling Mike into position to begin their fuck. Christie too leaned up and stroked Dee's hair, then kissed Dee while making soothing noises. Dee forgot about the cock about to split her open for just a second as she realized her own juices were on Christie's lips, and she really enjoyed the taste!

As the fourth cock to invade Dee in the past half hour began to press into her, she was actually more relaxed and loose than she realized. Mike slid easily in, but Julie kept her hand on his stomach to prevent him from going too deep to fast. He allowed her to guide him, and she coached him into a slow, gliding insertion.

Dee had never felt so full, but she found the sensation pleasant. She had never been interested in the size of a man, even in her college days when she slept around a good bit. She always thought Steve's cock felt perfect when it was inside her, and she found now that her opinion was confirmed. She enjoyed the big cock that was now sliding slowly back and forth, pressing in all the way until it hit her cervix, but she didn't think it was an earth shattering experience. Still, she determined to both enjoy herself and give this man a bit of pleasure while they fucked.

Jean was pounding Steve's ass furiously. Steve had flipped onto his back, so that Jean's severely curved cock would have a better angle on his prostate. This also freed Steve's hands to play with his own and Jean's nipples, and his legs to wrap around Jean's ass and contribute to the violence of their copulation. Both men were grunting and groaning, joining into the mewling that was now coming from Patricia and Jacklyn as they ate each other to orgasm after orgasm.

Maurice came back into the room and sat next to Julie. He came fast, but he also recovered fast and could come three or four times in the span of a couple of hours. He reached over and began to fondle Julie's tits as she continued to coach Mike in his fucking of Dee. He hoped he could get Julie to sit on his rod.

"Dee! You Slut!" Steve said teasingly. "Remember that you're just supposed to be getting cocks ready for me, not keeping them all for yourself! Send Mike's cock over here so I can get to work on that bad boy!"

"Me a slut?" Dee laughed back. "You're the one that's been getting all the good stuff out of all these cocks! Don't worry; I won't break your toy! You should be more worried about this monster stretching my cunt all out of shape!"

With a smile and one final gentle, long pump in and out, Mike slowly slid his cock out of Dee's cunt. He spun around and squatted over Steve's upturned face. Steve licked his lips, opened wide, and pulled Mike's magnificent tool into his mouth.

Julie now turned around and granted Maurice's wish, mounting him in a reverse cowgirl so that she could continue to watch the action on the floor. Dee and Christie snuggled together, content at this point with light caresses and watching the live gay porn show taking place on the floor below them. Corky and Collette were in a steady rhythm, one they could keep up for many more minutes, allowing themselves to savor the delicious feelings of sex with each other.

Speaking of delicious, Steve was devouring Mike's cock. He truly found the shape, size, and texture of this phallus to be his concept of perfection in manhood. It had very little curve, a head with a very pronounced rim that delighted either a tongue or an ass as it penetrated, and a texture that was just extraordinary. Steve loved sex with men, but preferred relationships with women. He had no intention of changing that at this point in his life, but as he sucked on Mike's rod, felt the spongy head against his tongue, and savored the flavors of his wife mixed with the musky essence of precum leaking from into his mouth, Steve thought yet again that if he ever had an exclusively gay relationship, he would want it to be with a man who had a cock like this.

Mike now leaned forward into a sixty-nine with Steve, as Jean continued his fervent assault on Steve's ass. Mike loved sucking cock almost equally with eating pussy, and now the two men went to work on each other with real gusto, with Jean grunting and sweating above them as he plowed his cock back and forth.




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Dee moaned again at the sight. "Oh, yeah, this is exactly what I wanted to see! Look, Julie, look at what a cumslut my incredible husband is!"

Julie laughed out loud. She knew first hand that this scene was actually tame to some of the sex Steve had at parties with their friends at their sex club in Texas. But she said to Dee "yep, he's the biggest slut I know! Taking on four men bareback in front of your wife is not something most men would do." 

Just at that moment Jean let out a howl and began to cum in Steve's rectum. He was bucking so hard that Mike had to pull off of Steve's cock in fear of injuring him. Jean was a big cummer, and he pumped again and again and again, slapping his hips into Steve's ass. Steve moaned around Mike's cock, loving the feeling of the liquid squirting into him from a pulsating member.

Dee said, "Oh my God, that's incredible!" She clapped her hands in delight and turned and kissed Julie, who leaned down from her perch atop Maurice's sausage. 

Even Patricia and Jacklyn looked up from their lesbian embrace, and Paulette gave up the pretence of packing in the bedroom and came out to join in the finale. She climbed onto the couch next to Christie with a smile at Dee.

Jean collapsed back on his haunches and labored to catch his breath. Steve's asshole was dripping cum now, but there was one more cock to drain. Steve sucked hard on Mike's cock, trying to pull as much air and blood into it as possible to make it rage. He wanted this cock in his ass desperately now. He was no longer just putting on a show for his wife. He was in lust, and he wanted this man inside him just as soon as possible.

As Jean gathered himself and headed for the outdoor shower to rinse off, Mike moved around between Steve's legs. He reached for the lube and slathered a good bit on his tumescent shaft. It was so hard it bounced when he released it from his grip. He looked down at Steve's glistening rosebud, with a little dribble of cum seeping out, and knew that no more lube would be necessary. He leaned over onto all fours and moved into the missionary position.

Steve grasped Mike's cock, and then locked eyes with the other man as he guided the pulsing member into contact with his sphincter. "I'm ready, just fuck me!" Steve said in rasping tones as he stared into Mike's eyes, all the other people in the room, even his wife, forgotten for the moment.

Mike thrust forward firmly, and it was almost like a woman's vagina blossoming to accept his rod. Steve's ass simply opened up, and then fit itself snugly to the nine inches of man meat that moved smoothly into his bowels.

Dee had only seen Steve like this when they made love. She knew the total focus he was putting the person looming above him, and she felt the first pangs of jealousy. Julie's hand, coming to rest on her shoulder for balance as Julie bounced slowly up and down on Maurice's shaft had the effect of breaking that spell, and reminding Dee about how she felt fucking Marc earlier this week. She knew in her heart that her husband loved her with all his soul, and now she suddenly felt happy for him that he was enjoying such wonderful sensations.

Mike was thrusting firmly into Steve, and Steve was rolling his hips upward to meet those thrusts, while also concentrating on flexing his anal muscles around Mike's cock. Steve reached up and pulled Mike down into a torrid, wet kiss. Mike quickened his pace in response.

Even Paulette, the confirmed lesbian, was moved by the passion of the two men on the floor. She leaned back and pushed the thong she was wearing aside, and then plunged three fingers of one hand into her cunt, while the other hand moved to strum her clitoris. Christie was inspired to do the same, and Dee found her own hand moving toward her mons. Julie too, began to masturbate as she fucked Maurice faster. Jean, back from his quick shower, took a seat and began to jerk his rapidly stiffening shaft.

Steve was in heaven. He began to jack his cock to the same tempo that Mike was using. The nine-inch shaft felt incredibly good moving in and out, maintaining a constant prostate massage. Mike came back for another bout of tongue wrestling, and Steve's free hand went to Mike's nipples. Steve wanted to make this stud explode inside of his ass.

"Come on, man, fuck me hard. Take me!" Steve urged Mike.

"Your ass feels incredible! I love fucking you, Steve," replied Mike.

"Me too, cum on, let's cum together and finish this show with a real bang!"

Steve picked up the speed of his masturbation as Mike began to increase both the speed and power of his fucking. From her position atop Corky, Collette could see Mike's shaft glistening with the mixture of lube and sperm as it moved like a piston in and out of Steve's anus. She moaned and reached down to fondle Corky's balls. She wanted that same kind of fluid in her own ass.

Steve and Mike were now a single unit, moving in perfect unison and building toward their mutual climax. Mike reared up for a moment, and Steve took the opportunity to suckle and bite his nipple. Mike reached down and roughly twisted Steve's nipple in reply, then resumed the steady fuck. Steve was getting very close, and his anal ring was beginning to clasp and unclasp as Mike's cock moved back and forth.

"Yes! Yesss!" hissed Steve between clenched teeth as the first pulse of his orgasm hit. A huge rope of cum suddenly spurted from the end of his cock, splattering onto Mike's well-manicured chest. Steve's hand was a blur on his cock as he continued to spasm.

Mike too went over the edge. The cock ring intensified the pressure required to ejaculate, and he felt like his cock was exploding inside the warm, wet tunnel of Steve's ass. His entire body went stiff, and then he pumped like a madman, plunging his shaft over and over again as deep as he could possibly go into its sheath.

The two men were shouting and groaning their ecstasy, and this set off a chain reaction around the room. Jacklyn and Patricia had lost count of the number of times each other had cum in their marathon sixty-nine, but they both came again, inspired by the sounds of sex. Collette, Paulette, Christie, Dee, and Julie also came as a result of their masturbation. Corky's cock erupted in Collette's ass, and Maurice emptied his balls into Julies gushing pussy. Jean was last, but even he spewed cream all over the upholstery of the chair he was in.

This orgasmic celebration seemed to go on and on. Steve was incoherently muttering "Oh, Dee, Oh, Dee" over and over again.

The room was pungent with the aromas of sex and sweat. The air was filled with moans and utterances. Bodies writhed and thrashed together.

Finally, Mike's cock finished its explosion and he leaned down again to kiss Steve, who was panting and smiling up at him. Mike moved his cock back and forth gingerly, creating aftershocks for himself. Steve moved his thumb back and forth, smearing the cum into the top of his own cock, creating the same type of post-orgasmic feelings. They remained coupled for a few moments longer, and then Mike withdrew and sat up.

Steve rolled onto his knees and crawled the few feet to the couch. Dee spread her legs and reached down to draw her husband up into a kiss. Their bodies melded together. The other people in the room suddenly disappeared again.

"I love you so much!" Steve breathed into Deana's ear.

"I love you too, you incredible man!" Dee replied quietly. "Thank you for this life, and thank you for welcoming me into it. This has been the most incredible day of my life!"

Echoing Dee's quote from earlier in the day, Steve replied simply "et voila!"



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Epilogue: The Flight Home

Steve, Deana, and Julie were on Steve's personal G-5 on the first leg of their journey back to Texas. It was mid-afternoon on Sunday, Tahitian time. Just 24 hours since Deana showed up on the doorstep of the bungalow in Papeete. Following yesterday's impromptu orgy, Deana had fulfilled her promise to Steve and gone straight to bed, exhausted from a combination of jet lag, strong emotions, and cumming until she was drained.

They were just over two hours into an eight hour nonstop leg to San Diego, where they would spend four days adjusting to the time change, making the rounds with some of the area swinger clubs for marketing (and fun) purposes, and meeting with some La Playa stockholders. Then it would be home to the Texas Hill Country.

Christie and part of the team remained in Polynesia, continuing the work to plan the new resort. Julie would return to lead that team in a few weeks and would live with Christie in the islands for at least the next six months. Other team members were on a separate La Playa corporate jet, this one a 737 that was normally used for swinger junkets to La Playa - Caribbean. They carried along computers, survey and drafting equipment, soil samples for analysis, and the other accoutrements that the team used in their fieldwork to study the proposed resort site for the past two months. The entire team would not be together again until a week long meeting with their architects and engineers, which would happen in about six weeks in Honolulu.

As was his custom, Steve had the pilots keep the cabin of the plane warm, and he was now sitting nude in a luxurious leather swivel chair, a margarita close at hand, catching up on email and news from the broader sex industry. Deana, still groggy even after 12 solid hours of sleep, had her head facing Steve in Julie's lap on the identically upholstered couch that ran along the other side of the plane. Deana was in a very light sarong, made out of material little thicker than gauze, and Julie wore cargo shorts and a tee shirt. The women were talking about Julie's new life with Christie as Julie ran her hands through Deana's hair.

"I'm just so happy for you, honey!" Deana exclaimed. "I always wondered if you would find someone again. I even thought on the flight to Polynesia about whether or not you might want to truly move in with me and Steve, now that I've finally 'seen the light' as it were."

"Oh Dee, that's so wonderful. Thank you!" replied Julie. "Steve and I discussed a poly arrangement a number of years ago, but we came to the conclusion that we are incredibly close friends, and obviously great sex partners, but neither of us are interested in a 24/7 living arrangement. Isn't that right, Boss?"

"Hmm?" replied Steve, his attention torn away from his reading. "Oh, yeah," he said. "I didn't want to put any more strain on our relationship, Dee. You were already so supportive. Julie and I make great fuckbuddies and business partners, but we like having our space from each other emotionally as well. That's worked out perfectly, don't you think?"

"Yes," said Deana, "and now that I fully understand the separation of deep emotion and sex it should be even easier. But Julie, how will your new relationship with Christie effect your partnership, both in business and in sex, with Steve?"

"Actually, I think the business part may be the biggest challenge," replied Julie. "Christie is an experienced swinger, and actually leans more toward men than women, sexually. That makes me worry just a bit about a female-to-female relationship with her. But she and I have talked that out, and we know that we both have tastes and desires that can only be met with multiple playmates from both sexes, so we'll have a completely open and honest relationship, just like you and Steve. On the business front though, Christie is also my employee. I think we're going to address that by having her leave her job with the company and become a consultant to the Polynesia project. Is that ok with you, Steve?"

"I think that's probably best," said Steve. "And Dee," he continued, "I think Christie could really benefit from talking with you about how you've handled all my hijinks through the course of our marriage. You've been absolutely a saint, and incredibly accepting and loving. That along with full and open honesty are the real keys to any successful relationship, even when your partner isn't out screwing other people all the time."

"Well, I don't know how saintly I've been," responded Deana. "I seem to recall a lot of tears and fighting, especially in the early years. But I'm happy I stuck it through, and now that I'm part of the lifestyle I think we're just going to be happier. Christie asked me yesterday if we can talk, and I'll be happy to share a bottle of wine with her sometime soon."

"My love, I can't imagine how I could possibly be happier than you make me every day, but I'm sure you're right about our future!" Steve smiled.

"That's really why I've put up with him all this time, Julie," said Dee. "He always says exactly the right thing at the right time. That and the Amex Black Card I get to carry by being married to him!"

The three lovers laughed at that, and Steve went back to his reading. Dee dozed off in Julie's lap. Julie marveled yet again at how far Dee had come in the past few weeks, and continued to stroke her hair lovingly.

As Steve finished his email he turned to some of the swinger websites that he was a member of. Even though he was "in the industry" he still kept up with his many friends and playmates just as when swinging was more of a hobby than a vocation. As he scrolled through blog posts, calendar invitations, and party notices he realized that he needed to update all of his profiles to reflect Dee's new found swinger status. Most of his profiles were as a married bi male, playing alone with a kitchen pass. Two were couples profiles that featured Julie as his partner. He'd have to talk things over with Dee, and also check in with Julie. He wanted to keep Julie as a very close playmate, but he also wanted to eliminate any possibilities of friction with Christie. As Frank Herbert wrote: "Beginnings are such delicate times."

As he browsed the websites Steve unconsciously fell into his regular habit of self-stimulation and masturbation. A hand strayed to his nipples regularly, or he caressed his cock and balls. His shaft stiffened slightly. 

Julie was using her iPad to cruise some of those same swinger sites as Deana dozed in her lap. She noticed Steve playing with himself across the plane, and thought to herself "why not?" She raised a hand to caress a nipple through the fabric of her shirt.

Deana rolled in her sleep so that her face was toward Julie's belly. The sarong rode up her thighs and revealed her panty-less bottom to Steve. His mouth watered a bit. Julie took advantage of the movement to strip her tee shirt off, exposing her tanned breasts with their prominent nipples. Steve looked up and smiled wickedly at the sight, then returned to his reading.

The two lovers teased each other visually. Steve, having more freedom of movement, turned his chair directly toward Julie and spread his legs, then played with his cock, balls, perineum, and anus. Julie, still cradling the sleeping Deana, pulled and twisted her own nipples, sending little shocks into her belly. She also lewdly licked her lips and blew kisses to Steve. 

After a while, Steve decided he wanted something more. Moving quietly so as to not disturb his wife, he went back to the plane's bedroom and retrieved some toys and supplies. He reached into the fully stocked bath and brought along a couple of fluffy white towels. Spreading one of the towels to protect the leather of his seat, he sat down and raised his knees onto the arms of the chair, still fully facing Julie. 

He took two small suction bulbs and applied them to his nipples, causing them to stretch into the glass and swell. Then he pulled his legs up and scooted down to reveal the rosebud of his anus. He used some lube to loosen the pucker up, then lubed a medium butt plug and inserted it into his ass. Then he lubed his cock and began to masturbate in earnest, but not so as to cum. He was edging, and sharing it with his lover.

This went on for some time longer. Julie continued to play with her own breasts and nipples, and enjoy the show Steve was putting on. Steve sent her to the occasional dirty IM via one of the websites so as not to wake up Dee, and kept himself as close to the edge of cumming as he could without going over the top. 

"My, what a nice sight to wake up to," Dee said with a yawn, looking up at Julie pulling on her bare nipples.

Dee yawned again and sat up, with her back still to Steve. She kissed Julie, and then lowered her mouth to Julie's right nipple. She found the taste and feel on her tongue delightful.

"Mmmm, and hello, sleepy," replied Julie, cradling Dee's head and encouraging her to suck on the bud of the nipple. "Your horndog husband is being dirty again."

Deana looked over her shoulder at Steve, who was now fucking the butt plug in and out of his anus, the two suction bulbs on his nipples bouncing. He gripped his cock tightly in his fist, and ran his thumb roughly back and forth across the bulging head. He grinned at his wife.

"God, he's just insatiable!" exclaimed Dee. "I think I want both you and Christie to move in with us. I need all the help I can get!"

"Happy to oblige, my dear," replied Julie. "I've just never been able to get enough of your husband's cock. Thank you again for sharing with me."

"And thank you for sharing yourself with me yesterday," Deana said in a husky voice as she looked deeply into Julie's eyes. "I've denied myself the pleasure of women for my whole life, and I was so happy to let myself go with you. Thank you also for sharing Christie so freely with me!"

"Dee, it was genuinely my pleasure, and Christie's too," responded Julie. "I've always found you incredibly sexy, and I'm so glad we can finally play together. In fact, watching Steve masturbate has made me horny. May I eat you now?"

"No, honey, I don't think so," said Deana. "I'm going to be too busy eating you for a while!" Deana kissed Julie deeply and long.

With that Deana slid off the couch and began unbuttoning Julie's shorts. Julie smiled and winked across the plane at Steve, and lifted her hips to shimmy out of the tight fitting clothing. She reached over and grabbed the other towel Steve brought out, and spread it below her to protect the fine leather. Deana, impatient to again eat pussy, sat back on her haunches with a hungry look in her eyes while Julie got things situated.

Julie leaned back, straightened her legs and spread them wide. Her hairless pussy was already swollen and pink, and she reached down and spread her outer labia to reveal the glistening wetness of her vulva. Deana licked her lips, and quickly dove between Julie's outstretched legs.

Beginning with running her lips up and down Julie's labia, Deana drank of Julie's nectar, then extended her tongue into the folds. Julie's musk was pungent, but Deana was surprised to find that she was acquiring a taste for pussy. She thought about how she used to push her husband's tongue away from her sex, because she thought of the taste and smell as revolting. This was a result of her Catholic upbringing, and the abuse from the Sisters at her all-girls high school. She made a vow to herself now to never push Steve away again, and to continue to acquire new tastes in swinging.

Because of her inexperience, Deana was unsure of the best thing to do with Julie's clit that was now standing up proudly. She decided that the best course would be to pretend that her tongue was a finger, and manipulate the bud as she did her own during masturbation. She also remembered that she liked indirect stimulation the best, so she avoided simply sucking Julie's clit into her mouth like a little cock. 

Julie moaned, and knowing something of Deana's inexperience, offered some coaching. "Yes, Dee, like that! You can roll your tongue around my clit every so often too. Yes! That's it. Now flatten your tongue out and lick my pussy from my vagina to my clit. Oh, yeah, that's nice, honey!"

Deana was grateful for Julie's coaching, and decided to try another move on her own volition. She inserted her index finger into Julie's vagina, and made the "come here" motion that she had read about in her browsing of sex sites on the internet. She touched the spongy area on the roof of the Julie's vagina, behind her pee hole, that felt like it had nubbins or little wrinkles in it, and rubbed her finger around in a circle.

"Ohhh, that's nice! You're a fast learner, and a naughty one!" Julie groaned. "You keep that up, and maybe add a second finger in a bit, and you'll hit my G-spot. But fair warning, I can be a squirter some times!"

Dee pulled her face up and smiled at Julie. "I hope so! I squirted myself for the first time with Jeff and Penny a couple of months ago. It was fantastic, and I want to make you feel just as good, lover."

With that she went back to devouring Julie's hairless, perfectly smooth cunt. She licked and tickled Julie's pee hole. She sucked on Julie's labia. And she continued her gentle massage of Julie's vagina.

Steve was grinning like a proud father whose son just scored his first touchdown in Pee Wee Football. The difference of course being that most fathers aren't fucking themselves with a butt plug during league play. And he was indeed proud of his wife. She was overcoming so much. She had been so patient and supportive with him through the decades of their marriage. And he knew she had struggled with jealousy of the very woman whose pussy she was now eating with such gusto. He decided that it was time to join the ladies.

He slipped down onto the floor of the aircraft, and moved behind his wife. Her butt was still partially covered by the gauzy sarong. He looked for the knot of the garment, released it, and tossed the sarong onto the chair behind him. All three lovers were now fully nude. He straightened up and removed the suction bulbs, admiring the site of his wife's head between Julie's hips. His nipples stood out over a half-inch each. He flicked them with his fingers, then rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers. Julie did the same to her own. This kicked his horniness into high gear.

Steve massaged his wife's back, both finding kinks in muscles and lightly caressing skin. He brushed his hard cock against her thighs and buttocks as he reached under her to grasp and lightly heft her hanging breasts. Deana moaned quietly whenever he found a tight muscle, and this transferred vibrations through her lips and tongue to Julie's pussy.

Steve reached between Deana's legs and explored the folds of her sex. She was very wet, so much so that it was running down her thighs. Steve lined up his cock with her slit, took his shaft in his hand, and ran the head up and down her labia to lubricate it.

Deana had a naughty thought. She paused briefly from her feast on Julie's sex and said "Not there. Fuck my ass, honey!"

This provided Steve with a very pleasant surprise. Anal play was by no means foreign to their lovemaking repertoire, but it most often took the form of Deana pegging Steve. Only very occasionally, and then largely fueled by alcohol consumption, did Deana consent to have her own orifice penetrated. Now here she was, completely sober, asking Steve for anal sex.

This set Steve to work. Whenever she agreed to anal penetration, Steve went out of his way to ensure that Deana felt as little discomfort and as much pleasure as possible. He rose up from the floor and moved back to the toy collection in a drawer in the tiny bedroom at the rear of the plane. From this he took a pair of latex surgical gloves, a thin, long butt plug, and a large tube of water-based lube. He returned to the main cabin just as Deana brought Julie to her first orgasm.

"Ugggh, Ugggh, Oh honey that is so great!" Julie enthused, her hips spasming rhythmically. "You are such a fast learner!" She said as she smiled and caressed Deana's hair. 

"Do you want me to stop?" Deana asked, unused to marathon sex sessions.

"God no!" replied Julie. "Unless you are getting tired, I don't ever want you to stop! Though at some point I get to pleasure you, too, and bring you some of the same feelings, okay?"

Deana wordlessly plowed right back in between Julie's thighs.

"Here, this will help," Steve said, again briefly interrupting the pussy feast to double up the large towel and place it where Deana's knees could be padded from the carpeted floor. In this position it would also catch any lube or pussy juice coming from his eminent assault on Deana's ass.

Deana was a woman on a mission, and that was to bring Julie as much pleasure as possible. She was now intoxicated with Julie's scent and taste. She extended her tongue between Julie's folds, and nuzzled Julie's clit with her nose. As she regained her position, she returned her weight to one hand on Julie's thigh, and then put her other hand back at the entrance to Julie's vagina. Julie moaned her agreement and bent her legs over Deana's shoulders, using her heels to pull Deana's face more firmly against her own mound. Julie also used a heel to press on the shoulder that was connected to Deana's hand, pulling the fingers into the cleft to renew their massage of her G-spot area.

Steve snapped on the latex gloves and dropped back down behind his wife. She shifted her knees further apart to encourage his actions. He poured a large dollop of lube on his right hand, and rubbed his hands together to warm the liquid. Deana always appreciated that thoughtful gesture, whether in anal or vaginal sex. 

Placing his left hand on Deana's left buttock, Steve gently began to massage Deana's rosebud with the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He used a circular motion to ensure thorough coverage, and then went back to the well for more lube, again warming it before applying it to Deana's sphincter. She rotated her hips and moaned her pleasure at his actions.

Julie was pulling and twisting her own nipples as she luxuriated beneath Deana's tongue. She made little mewling noises whenever Deana did something that brought particular pleasure, continuing a nonverbal coaching of her pupil in Sapphic love. But she meant what she said during her last orgasm. Deana truly was a fast learner, and was already eating Julie's pussy better than most men and many women that Julie fucked. Julie hoped she would get more chances to coach Dee, and make her a truly skilled lesbian lover.

As Deana's rear opening became used to his ministrations and he sensed some tenseness leave her thighs, Steve flattened his index finger against her anus and flexed just the tip toward her perineum. This was a move that skilled anal lovers used to great effect. Human sphincters relax when stimulated with this motion, and the tip of his finger slipped easily and painlessly past the ring of muscle. Steve gently pressed forward, slipping the finger in up to his knuckle then began a gentle and slow fucking motion.

Deana responded well to the anal stimulation. She had asked her husband to fuck her there because she wanted to continue her exploration of swinging, and knew from her internet browsing that anal sex was a particular obsession for many. She had dabbled in it with Steve in the past, and found the experience not unpleasant. Now she found that her pride in herself for bringing Julie off already and her ongoing eating of Julie's pussy was combining with the naughty, forbidden aspects of anal sex to stimulate her libido. She remembered how Steve always said, "the biggest sex organ of all is our brain." She was getting off on just the thoughts of anal sex and cunnilingus.




La Playa: Polynesia Ch. 05



Steve was now fucking his entire index finger in and out of Deana's nether opening. He added a second digit along with some more lube. Deana's anus responded wonderfully, opening easily to accommodate the wider intrusion. 

Again lifting her face from Julie's crotch, Deana said through glistening lips "oooh, honey, your fingers feel so good! You can go faster if you want."

Steve grinned and said, "okay, baby. Hopefully we'll turn you into a real anal slut. All the guys and butch girls would love that!"

"Yeah! I can introduce you to some girls who are insatiable when it comes to ass play, including me!" add Julie in between her panting breath.

Steve went ahead and added a third digit, but now held his hand still to allow time for Deana to catch up. At first the sphincter rebelled and tried to force him back out, but he kept up the firm pressure, and after a few moments felt the muscle begin to relax. Instead of resuming the fucking motion with his latex-covered hand, Steve slowly expanded his bunched up fingers, pushing the opening wider at its own pace.

Deana moaned again into Julie's pussy, and redoubled her efforts. Julie now took Deana's face in her two hands, moved Deana's lips into alignment on her clit, and said simply "nibble my clit, you slut!"

Deana grinned wickedly up at her lover. Keeping her eyes glued to Julie's, she opened her mouth wide and found Julie's clit with her tongue by feel. Then she gently closed her teeth around the spongy appendage.

Deana sought coaching from Julie saying "like that?"

"That's good," replied Julie, "but you can also bite just a little harder. Suck my clit as far as you can into your mouth and roll it back and forth between your teeth...yarrgh! Like that! Just like that! I'm going to cum all over your face!"

Julie came in spurts on Deana's face. It was the first time Deana was on the receiving end of a squirting climax, and it caught her a bit off guard. She lost her grip on Julie's clit, and pulled back. But Julie didn't let her go far, and immediately pulled Deana's face back into the flood of sticky, pungent liquid.

"Suck me! Suck my clit!" Julie ordered.

Deana did so, hard.

"Yes! Harder!" cried Julie as she came again.

Deana complied, and was rewarded with yet another squirt of liquid.

"Keep it up, honey," Steve said. "Julie's cumming over and over again. This can go on for several minutes. She loves it. You're doing great!" And with that he began sliding the butt plug into his wife's now relaxed and willing ass.

Deana moaned at the new anal invasion, and continued to lash Julie's clit with her teeth and tongue. Her face was drenched in girl-cum. Julie continued to buck and thrash.

"Fuck, that is so incredible," Julie wailed. "Eat my pussy, baby! Make me cum, make me cum, make me cummm!" And she felt another wave of orgasm engulf her.

Deana continued to lash Julie's cunt and Julie continued to cum four more times until she finally pushed Deana's face away. 

"Gotta catch my breath! That was fantastic!" Julie cried as she slid off the couch and thrust her tongue down Deana's throat. "You are one great pussy licker, girl!"

Deana enthusiastically returned Julie's kiss. Their tongues did battle, first in Deana's mouth and then in Julie's. Julie reach up and roughly grabbed both of Deana's nipples, pulling them firmly down. Deana was surprised at how good that felt. She was becoming more in tune with her body and more sexual by the minute. She found that she still had three fingers inside Julie's cunt, and she flexed them just a bit.

"Shit! You magnificent bitch!" yelled Julie as she was surprised by a small vaginal orgasm. "Tell me how to please you! Tell me what you want!"

"I want to eat more of you," said Deana, with animalistic lust in her voice. "I love your pussy, and I want my tongue inside you!"

"Oh my God, honey!" laughed Julie. "I'll never turn down an invitation like that. Just let me catch my breath and clean you up a bit, and we'll love each other."

Julie leapt up and ran back to the aircraft lavatory. She quickly warmed two washcloths with water. The first she ran along her own drenched slit and around the inside of her thighs. The second she took back into the cabin and gently bathed Deana's face. Planting kisses all over it as she worked.

In the meantime, Steve was gently fucking the butt plug in and out of Deana's ass. He was not pulling it all the way out, just to the point that the first bulge of the plug passed her anus. She had her eyes closed, and was controlling her breathing as the plug moved. 

"How does that feel, honey?" asked Julie. "You should let Steve know if you feel any discomfort. He can be magic with an ass."

"It doesn't hurt," said Deana. "It just feels full, and a little like I'm going to the bathroom. When I was eating you, his fingers felt wonderful. I think I had a little cum of my own while you came."

"Are you sure you still want to lick me some more?" asked Julie, concerned to not overdo things with a new lover.

"Oh yes!" smiled Deana. "You taste wonderful, and I just love being able to make you cum so hard. Thank you for teaching me and sharing yourself!"

"Believe me, darling, the pleasure is definitely mine!" replied Julie. "There is nothing quite like the feel of the soft lips of a woman on your pussy, and you are quickly getting to be a pro! Now let's do some 'on-the-job training.' I want you to mirror everything I do to you on me, okay? You guys scoot around so we can sixty-nine."

With that Julie directed Deana and Steve to turn so that they were now lengthwise along the floor of the aircraft cabin. Julie helped readjust towels to avoid rug burn and stains, and then grabbed a pillow off of the couch. She stuffed the pillow between Deana's knees, and then scooted under Deana. The pillow would support Julie's neck and back while allowing Deana to stay in the more upright "doggy" position as Steve fucked her. Steve was a spectator to all of this, but kept the butt plug gently frigging in and out of Deana's nether hole during all the maneuvers.

"Oh yeah, baby" sighed Julie. "This is going to be just great. Give me that pussy!"

Steve decided that this was the time to replace the butt plug with his cock. Pushing the plug in fully, he released it and turned to grab a condom out of the bowl on the end table of the couch. As Deana got back into the groove of licking Julie's pussy, Steve rolled the rubber down his shaft and applied a generous coating of lube. He shifted closer to his wife's hips, and began to rub his cock up and down her ass crack as he removed the plug. Deana's asshole gaped briefly.

Steve continued to rub his cock around Deana's anus. He also reinserted a thumb into her hole to remind her of the feeling of penetration. He gradually increased the pressure of his hips, and lined his cock up with her opening. Removing his thumb and taking off the gloves, he used both hands to spread Deana's buttocks widely, and pressed the knob of his cock into her sphincter.

Deana's head rose up and her sphincter shut tight.

"Breathe honey," Steve encouraged her. "And bear down as I press in. Let me know if it hurts at all, and we'll stop."

Deana surprised Steve with her reply. "No! Don't stop! I want you in my ass! I want to feel your cock up there while I eat this yummy cunt. Fuck me!"

Nonetheless, she took his advice and bore down as she felt her husband's latex-sheathed shaft press more firmly against her ass. She moaned a bit, and focused back on licking Julie's labia. Steve applied yet more lube, and suddenly he was past her sphincter.

"Mmmm, that feels so nice, Dee," Steve said breathily. "Your ass is magnificent!"

Dee was starting to get back into the mental/emotional place she was in a while ago, when the ass play was adding to her overall libido and enjoyment of the sexual situation. Julie's pussy was starting to flower again, and what Julie's tongue was doing was almost magical. Deana concentrated on Julie's movements, and tried to imitate them in loving the pussy under her tongue. Dee found herself beginning to really enjoy the feel of Steve's cock in her ass. It made her feel naughty and sexy, and more like a real swinger. 

Julie was using all her skill, experience, and technique in tonguing Deana's vulva. Her lips, tongue, and teeth were all in play, and she was even using her nose on occasion to tickle and massage Deana's perineum, which was slick with lubricant. Caresses with lips, little nips and tugs with teeth, and both fluttering and firm tongue action were all part of the toolbox. Deana was doing a good job of keeping up and mimicking Julie's actions, and both women were getting into each other's bodies. Hands were also at work, fingers brushing along sides and thighs, and seeking out nipples every now and then. 

To add to her enjoyment, Julie was able to peer up and see Steve's slick, beautiful cock slide slowly but regularly back and forth in Deana's asshole. He was taking things easy, with short strokes to allow Deana to get fully acclimated to the invasion. He was also pulsing his cock every now and then, making it jump inside Deana's bowels.

Julie's oral skills were building Deana rapidly toward orgasm. She lifted her face for a moment from the beauty of Julie's pussy and said, "harder, honey! Fuck me harder. I'm going to cum!"

Steve granted her request and picked up both the pace and length of his strokes, but did not yet allow himself to pound her as hard as his own feelings were demanding. He wanted to be able to fuck Deana anally many times in the future, and he wanted her to enjoy sharing her ass with him, other men, and women with strapons. He knew exactly how important it was to make this particular anal experience a fond memory if it were to become a part of her future swinging life.

Deana's orgasm was so powerful that her entire body jerked rhythmically but uncontrollably several times. She moaned and whined into Julie's pussy, trying to continue her oral assault while the pleasure shook her. Her anus pulsed along with her vaginal spasms, milking Steve's cock.

As the last convulsion shook Deana's body above her, Julie moved her focus entirely to Deana's clitoris. She sucked hard on the nubbin, pulling it over her slightly open teeth, then held it there and fluttered her tongue. Deana screamed as another orgasm, more powerful than the last, rolled over her. This time it was like a wave, with her entire body tensing up and relaxing.

Still Julie didn't let up, and Steve now added yet more lube to his cock and began to really fuck his wife with full, long, and deep strokes. Deana's anus felt silky smooth; even through the latex sheath around Steve's cock, and her sphincter was no longer trying to extrude the invader. Steve allowed himself now to focus more attention on his own pleasure, because he wanted Deana to also feel the convulsions of his own orgasm as part of the total sexual experience.

Deana squirted on Julie's face with her third orgasm. She raised her face up and howled "Shit! Oh Shit! That is incredible. Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me!" Then dove back down into the "V" of Julie's thighs.

Julie was delighted with the effect she and Steve were having on Deana. There were few things sexual that Julie enjoyed more than giving another woman an orgasm. She was not a lesbian, though she clearly leaned that way on the Kinsey Scale, and she loved the feel of a nice cock in her pussy, but a cock would never give her the same feelings as a woman.

Deana, recovering a bit of focus, imitated Julie's assault on her clit. She sucked Julie's clitoris hard, grating it over her teeth, and bathed it with her tongue. This had exactly the desired effect, and suddenly it was Julie's turn to buck and shudder, throwing her body up off the floor into full contact with Deana's naked form. The two women rubbed their bodies together. Deana experienced another orgasm as Julie shook beneath her, and Steve had to grab Deana's thighs to maintain what was becoming his assault on her ass.

He was now fucking his wife very hard. No longer worried about hurting her, he knew that she was feeling absolute pleasure throughout her body. He had often enjoyed the feeling of Julie's talented tongue and lips for himself, many times as a cock pistoned in and out of his own ass. This gave him a good idea of what Deana, his loving wife, was feeling. He felt his balls begin to tighten as sweat broke out on his forehead from his exertions.

Deana and Julie's bodies were now moving in unison. They were experiencing multiple, simultaneous orgasms as they lashed each other's pussy with their mouths and tongues. Their faces were drenched and sticky with pussy juice. Their hands were no long roaming, but pulling their bodies together as tightly as possible, holding on to each other as they rode wave after wave of pleasure.

Deana's pleasure of course had a somewhat different nature than Julie's. Deana had a cock, attached to a grunting and cursing man ("fuck, I'm going to cum you slut") pounding back and forth in her bottom. It felt wonderful. This was by far the best experience she ever had with anal sex, and the small part of her brain that could register a coherent thought tucked this fact away for consideration at a later date. For now, her pussy, her sex, and yes her heart, were in total and complete control. She ate Julie's pussy like a starving woman, gasping for air as she could, and released control of her body to her two lovers.

Deana's male lover now came. Steve's cum erupted from his balls through his cock. The force of the ejection was actually so powerful that it was exquisitely painful as it met the resistance of the condom upon exit. Steve's body shook and convulsed to the rhythmic contractions of orgasm. His knees became suddenly weak. Sweat poured down his face, which was curled into a grimace of supreme ecstasy. And still his hips pounded into the soft flesh of his wife's ass.

Deana's female lover also came. Julie squirted again, this time soaking not just the towel but also the carpet on the expensive jet's floor. Maintenance crews were used to this type of mess on Steve's aircraft. Julie's body continued to convulse, but she knew this was the final climax, and she rode the wave toward exhausted bliss.

Deana felt her husband's cock pulsate, his hips slap into her buttocks, Julie's entire face rubbing on her pussy, and she came too. This time she felt like she was squirting again, but only a trickle remained to come out. Her vaginal muscles were pulsing, and she felt her anal muscles contract and relax over and over again around Steve's cock. 

Deana pulled her face away from Julie's cunt and shouted. "Oh, fuck! Oh, Fuck! I can't take it anymore! It feels too good. You guys are going to kill me if I cum anymore! Uncle!" She twisted her body in an effort to get free.

Steve removed his cock as gently as Deana's writhing body would allow. Her anus gaped lewdly at him as he sat back on his haunches, breathing hard. A huge grin spread on his face, and he reached down to rip the spent condom from his cock. 

Deana rolled off of Julie to lie flat on her back on the cabin floor, panting and gasping for breath. Then her eyes widened a bit as she watched her husband move forward and slap his cum-covered, still half hard cock against Julie's face. Far from being revulsed, Julie opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, adding the salty taste of Steve's cum to Deana's juices on her tongue. Steve thrust his hips forward and shoved his cock into Julie's throat, which thanks to the pillow beneath her was at the perfect angle to accept his full length. He flexed his cock, forcing the last bit of cum out. Julie didn't even gag a little.

"Don't swallow!" cried Steve as he fucked Julie's face and then pulled back. 

Julie quickly rose up and twisted around to face Deana. Steve hurried forward to join her, looming over his wife. Julie leaned down and kissed Deana, forcing her cum and pussy juice covered tongue past Deana's lips. Deana's mind reeled, but she found her mouth opening just as Steve's mouth joined them in a three-way snowball. Steve and Julie expertly passed the nectar back and forth, and dribbled it into Deana's mouth. Deana found the experience both very erotic and very dirty. Steve and Julie were moaning and smacking their lips like they were tasting a fine wine. Clearly, this was another acquired taste of the swinger world. Deana let herself go and joined in.

After several long moments of kissing, licking juices off of eyelids, and murmuring sweet nothings to each other, the three lovers parted and rose. Deana was once again exhausted. Julie took her by the hand back to the tiny shower in the aft lavatory. While both women could not fit in at the same time, Julie stood outside and bathed Deana, then wrapped her in a robe and sat her on the bed to dry. Then Julie quickly rinsed herself. Steve busied himself with cleaning up the towels, putting the lube away, disposing of the spent condom and gloves, and freshening his drink. 

Ed, the Second Officer came out of the cockpit. The plane was wired with closed circuit TV, and being far out over the Pacific Ocean with no other planes nearby, Steve was sure his crew perved the whole scene. Steve made small talk and grabbed Ed and Tom two sports drinks from the wine cooler. He asked Ed to lower the main cabin temperature so that the ladies could sleep more comfortably. Later in the flight, he gave each pilot a blowjob in the crew rest seat across from the galley. Steve believed in fair and equal benefits for all his employees.

As he went back to do a quick rinse of his own, Julie and Deana were laying down together on the bed. Julie folded Deana into her arms, and Deana draped a leg over Julie's abdomen. Steve rinsed and dried quietly, and headed back to his seat in the main cabin.

As he walked past the bed Julie smiled up at him sleepily. The two women would sleep in each other's arms for the remainder of the flight, until the letdown segment of their approach to the United States began. 

Julie blew Steve a kiss. "Hey, I just remembered something," she said quietly, pulling him up short. "The annual barbecue and membership meeting is weekend after next at The Club. Our sexy little Deana here is going to be quite the hit!"

Steve grinned at the thought, and leaned down to kiss both women. Julie he kissed on the lips, and Deana on the forehead. She was already asleep on Julie's bosom, but she smiled as her husband whispered, "I love you!"