3 comments/ 47133 views/ 3 favorites The Eye of the Hurricane Ch. 01 By: LeMondial Prologue - My wife and I are an East Coast American couple. I'm in my early 50's and Maggie is 41, married for 20 years. We have been coming to Club Orient, a well-known naturist resort on the French side of the Caribbean island of St.Martin's during January each year, and while we enjoy naturism and appreciate the innate sensuality of the human form, never once has anything even remotely sexual with anyone else ever happened at Club O. All that was about to change, and change dramatically, in the course of a single night. This true story (allowing for the faults of memory) and it happened because we felt the need to come down to Orient Beach for an extra holiday this past year, and decided to try it in late summer, despite the ever-present danger of significant "weather." Little did we know that we were setting ourselves up to be caught in the path of Omar, the category three hurricane that struck the island in the late summer. The experience I am about to relate only happened because of the situation that unfolded because of the nudist resort's need to arrange safer accommodations for guests during that time of panic. When club management got word to the guests that the big blow would force doubling (even tripling) up into the more protected concrete buildings. We didn't want to double with anyone - no way, no how. My wife Maggie, although comfortable with shucking the clothes on the beach, did not fancy being in such quarters with another naturist couple, and asked me to do all I could to dissuade anyone from bunking in with us. Forced Company. The Uncomfortable Situation Nevertheless, that's exactly what happened. We thought at first that we were very lucky that our assigned villa partners at least spoke English, but thought that we would likely be in for a very boring night. Tom and Holly were from the US Midwest and were a couple we had spoken to only briefly on the beach. I had noticed that Holly was rather modest in public, wearing a sheer Pareo wrap around the resort, but she was obviously a nicely built middle aged woman. My wife too is beautifully built and always has been a reserved person around the Club grounds except when bathing in the Ocean. Holly's husband Tom was an even 6 feet tall, well built guy with salt and pepper hair. As to me, I am a pretty average guy, 5'10", with an ok build. I generally am totally sans textiles from the moment we arrive at the resort. When Tom and Holly arrived at our door and told us that we were to be house mates, my wife rolled her eyes and said a silent "damn it." Tom asked whether we were fixed for booze and food and we replied that we bought out La Boutique before it closed down, so we had enough to feed a small army. Tom originally came wearing a pair of shorts and sandals, and Holly was wearing an orange Pareo covering top and bottom. We settled in and shared small talk for about an hour. All the while, I was thinking, "Boy, this is awkward. How are we going to survive the next couple days in here with these two?" The only remotely sexual remark thus far was Tom asking casually, "so what are the sleeping arrangements tonight?" I laughed and said something lame, like, "we'll manage something." My wife microwaved some lunch items for us all, and I fixed rum and coke all around. During lunch a light sprinkle of rain began outside and everyone started to loosen up a bit, and Tom asked whether we minded them shucking their textiles. Being an introvert and never very good with awkward moments, I blurted out, "Of course we don't mind, do we dear?" My wife looked darts at me, but our American couple began disrobing. For the first time I saw Holly's breasts and even though I am normally able to restrain my "enthusiasm" on the beach, my mouth opened a little. She was a lovely 36A at least, but her breasts were perfectly matched for her petite frame, and her nipples were rosy and firm. In the back of my mind a part of me was thinking how much I wanted those nipple in my mouth. Tom had nothing on under his shorts and I felt my wife's hand grip my leg as they fell down around his ankles. I sensed that Maggie liked what she saw despite her usual New England reserve. I continue to furtively "not stare" as Holly unwrapped. When her dark brown pubic hair was fully visible, I bit my lower lip to remind myself to ignore her beauty. She caught me looking nonetheless and instead of giving me an angry look, simply smiled back. Getting Comfortable with Our 'Guests' Tom asked whether we were planning on getting more comfortable, and although at the moment I was definitely "uncomfortable" in my shorts thinking of Holly, I said sure and began to peel my shirt off, kick off my sandals and lowered my shorts and Y fronts. My initial "excitement" began to flag as I distinctly felt Holly was apprising my body with her eyes. My wife Maggie still refused to take anything off and folded her arms resolutely. We all had a second round of rum and cokes, and I (perhaps unconsciously) poured a pony and a jigger of Rum into Maggie's glass, and only a jigger into everyone else's. Tom had brought an iPod player, which he plugged in and then proceeded to crank up the tunes, suggesting it would be fun to dance a bit. With no hesitation whatever, Tom went over to Maggie and took her hand. They went out the patio door and onto the patio, leaving it open to hear the music. Beyond them, a steady rain fell. Maggie kicked off her shoes and they danced. The first tune was an enthusiastic Samba, and Maggie, a wonderful dancer really got into it, perhaps as a remedy to the tension she was feeling. As the first song ended, I gulped nervously and walked over to Holly, and we began a slow dance. Her arms were around my neck and the feeling of her breasts against my chest made my heart race and against my will, my erection became both obvious and unstoppable. I tried to make some distance between up but Holly, whom I had previously regarded as being cold and standoffish pressed herself into me, saying, "It's alright Jack. In understand you're a man. Let your feelings go." Her hips swayed to the slow samba (I think it was a Jobim tune) and I ached as I felt her pussy hair and her firm tummy grinding playfully against me. I felt the irresistible urge to touch her lips with mine, as with her left arm she moved my right much further down her back. I could feel the soft, gentle swell of her bum, and quite out of character, my hand moved down to caress her there, then moved up and down as she began to nibble my neck. After a couple minutes of this, I pulled back and told her that I thought this was probably wrong, and we should stop. She looked up into my eyes and asked me, "Really Jack? Do you really want to stop? Does Maggie?" I had completely forgotten about Maggie and Tom. Tom had opened the sliding door and they were dancing on the patio, protected from the rain as it fell outside our little safe haven. Although Maggie was still fully dressed, she was enjoying Tom's smooth moves and it was then I noticed that his hand covered her fully clothed buns and she obviously was not protesting. When the third or forth tune ended, I noticed out of the corner of my eye Tom whispering something to Maggie. On looking more carefully, I noticed she was stroking his hair and dancing quite intimately, more so than on the rare occasions we danced at clubs. She nodded her head and looked shyly down. I know that look after 30 years of marriage, and what it usually means when she gives the look to me. Walking through the door, they came back in from the patio. Tom said, "it's getting nasty out there, we both got a bit soaked. Maggie, would you mind drying me off?" I was slightly surprised when she said, "Not at all." She grabbed one of the yellow beach towels and gently began to dry him off. Tom said (rather matter-of-factly), "Maggie, you should get out of those clothes. You're completely soaked." Surprising me, Maggie agreed. Holly looked over at them and said, "Tom, be a gentleman and help her," all the while holding onto me tightly and dancing slowly to hide my growing erection and her swollen nipples. She whispered to me, "Jack, don't worry, we are both 'lifestylers' and Tom is a real gentleman. He won't force the situation beyond what Maggie will allow." The Eye of the Hurricane Ch. 02 Night Falls and the Temperature Rises Even though I already suspected what the terms 'lifestylers' probably meant, I looked quizzically into her eyes. She told me that they were a couple who enjoyed being with other couples in the fullest sense of the word and said, "I hope that isn't too much for either of you." I replied, "I think I am ok with what I suspect you're suggesting, but you'll never get Maggie to go along." Holly smiled at me and said that I could leave that in Tom's hands; that he was expert in helping newbies into the lifestyle. Quite by surprise, the next thing I felt was her hand on my shaft, squeezing and beginning to stroke me. She kissed me quite suddenly and this time, deciding not to resist passion I felt rising inside of me, I kissed her back forcefully, thinking, "My God, I love the taste of this woman." As she stroked, my member expanded from its foreskin and she continued to breathe calmly, warmly, and evenly on my neck. I had stopped dancing altogether and she was only swaying her hips gently to and fro. She whispered. "Mmmm. I like uncut men. You're exceptionally nice there." After another passionately deep kiss, I glanced over to the kitchen and bathroom area. Rather nervously, I wondered what Maggie must be thinking about what was clearly happening in the living area. She and Tom were standing in the kitchen area and Tom had poured her yet another rum and coke which they were both alternately drinking from. Quite to my surprise, Tom was completely erect and he was busy unbuttoning Maggie's plaid top. She certainly was not objecting in any way, and I continued to look on with a bit of a raised eyebrow. What happened next surprised me even more. Tom whispered something to her and she slowly (but with resolve,) ran her hand over his chest, down his abs, and reached down to feel him. Unlike me, he was cut, and rather larger than me as well. Maggie let her top fall and turned her back to Tom to give him access to her rain-damped bra. He swept his right hand over her back and in one move loosened her bra and, kissing her neck repeatedly and sucking rather savagely. I thought at the time, "she's sure to have marks from that tomorrow." He lowered her straps off her shoulders. Her bra fell to the floor with a soft plop. Tom reached back onto the ribbed aluminium counter, and with one hand pressed the towel to her swollen breasts. He continued nibbling her neck and rather surprising to me, she reached back with her right hand and caressed the back of his neck as he stood behind her, while the other hand played over his very much swollen member. He moved down her torso to her somewhat rain-drenched shorts Tom placed the towel back on the counter. He caught my eye and made no pretenses at "drying" Maggie, as he simply took on breast in each hand and began tugging on her nipples, stretching them out in front of Maggie. After a bit of this, during which I heard Maggie actually moan for him, he unzipped her knees length shorts and they too slid down her still-moist skin of her legs to the floor. Again he whispered something to her and she simply smiled and moved his left hand to the waistband of her panties. His hand quickly moved under them and it was clear that he was massaging her mons. I was somewhat dumbstruck that my generally shy, reserved wife was in the beginning throes of complete abandonment to the stranger, massaging her body. At the same time, I was so happily hypnotised by seeing Maggie in an obvious state of sexual excitement and ecstasy, that I almost lost focus on Holly and her movements. Holly guided my face with a gentle tug, and staring into my eyes asked, "Satisfied? I told you he was an expert at making women feel at ease discovering their inner passion." She stroked my cheek and offered her now swollen breasts to me. Tentatively at first, I sucked lightly on her left nipple whilst feeling the fullness of her right breast with my hand. I remember thinking at the time, "I may not be ready for this. For over 30 years, the only woman I have been with is Maggie. How can I do this?" Those thoughts were rather quickly swept aside as I felt Holly's nipples harden to the deep suction of my lips, When I bit lightly, she squeezed my now fully erect cock with extra vigour. I released the pressure on her breast, fearing that I had hurt her, but as she moaned with her mouth open and pressed me into her breast, I knew that she, like Maggie, was beginning to feel the heat of sexual excitement. I vaguely heard Tom order Maggie to get on her knees, which she promptly did kissing her way down his body. Perhaps owing to some strange female synchrony in the villa, Holly suddenly responded to the same urgency. She too started sinking to her knees, sliding her hands down my body. As she descended, she kissed me first on my chest, paying special attention to my nipples, and as she worked her way down my body with kisse. My hands moved excitedly over her shoulders, then her breasts in an almost animal abandon. When I felt her lips at the fines hair over my abs, I groaned involuntarily, throwing my head back, and then pushing her shoulders forcefully, downward into my wiry pubic hair. The Rising She paused for a few moments to caress my shaft with each of her cheeks. looking up into my eyes with her mouth open in a sultry pose. Hear hair felt like finest silk sliding over my abs and my member. She paused to lick the drop of pre-cum from my tiny slit. At last Maggie's lips found my aching erection with a forcefulness that momentarily took my breath away. To say that I moaned would be an understatement. It was more a loud animal groan that, at the time, I believed could be heard for miles. I looked over, slightly embarrassed to my wife and the object of her attention to see whether I had caused any reaction. I needn't have worried, Maggie and Tom were in their own world and could not have cared less about the other side of the villa. Only when I saw Maggie suck Tom's large member -- one hand stroking him and the other working his small erect nipples—I began to realize how much pent-up passion this beautiful woman embodied and how much I had taken her for granted. Our lovemaking had, over the course of our marriage become rather perfunctory, and I was not the most romantic of souls. Now here she was, giving herself fully to her passions, sucking Tom with wild, enthusiastic abandon, and I could only say to myself, "My god, you're sexy and beautiful! Good on you!" For his part, Tom was responding to this, perhaps the best blowjob of his life, by moaning and yelping like a puppy. He thrust his hips in and out of my wife's face rapidly, both hands on her head, forcing her to maintain the pace. Whenever he went too deeply, she gagged but gamely tried to accommodate him. All the while, Holly's style contrasted to Maggie's. She worked me very slowly to bring my passion to the boil. Her mouth went deep and slow with each stroke, her tongue sliding over the bottom of my red, swollen member. On each thrust of her mouth, her lips dragged over my shaft as she managed to take most of me in each time. On each return, her head would move slowly back and I felt a wonderful suction. I moved my hips in time to her action, and the whole experience felt like a dream, with the music seeming to echo her rhythm and the wind outside slowly mounting in intensity. Clearly experienced with men, she was in complete control of my body and my reactions. Although I felt I could cum at any moment, I also knew that my orgasms were clearly something she intended to control and to own. Trying vainly to control my body, I cast a momentary sidelong glance over to my wife and Tom to take my mind off my own urgency. By now she was moaning at the feast she was enjoying; fingering her clit with one hand while pulling Tom close, her other hand lovingly squeezing his tight butt. Knowing my wife's oral capabilities, I guessed that Tom would not be able to hold out much longer. Sure enough, Maggie began to slow her pace, perhaps sensing how far gone he was. She reached for his cock with her free hand, pumping his shaft expertly, but did not take her mouth away from his cock as she always did from mine during a blowjob. I sensed Tom's explosion from clear across the room, and once again I was surprised to see Maggie happily continuing to blow him. In the light of the villa's lamp, I could see his cock coated with cum as she continued to work him. Her lips and one cheek were slick and white with his ejaculate. He begged her to relax, and tried to pull from her, but she too was in the grips of sensual ecstasy. After several moments passed, her mouth slid from him, revealing his deep rosy cock with its crimson head. She rose unsteadily to rinse his cum from her mouth (they were both a bit unsteady by this time) but he pulled her back saying, "No you don't – Swallow it; all of it. It's good for you." I expected her to firmly rebuff him, but instead, she did as he commanded. He smiled broadly, now taking her hand more tenderly and pulled her back to him. With a finger of his free hand he wiped the cum from her face and fed it to her, which she eagerly accepted, then her kissed her full on the lips. He put his arms around her waist and they continued kissing. An aside here to explain that I had become accustomed to knowing Maggie's usual reaction to elements of lovemaking, so this tenderness and subservience on her part with a different partner came as a huge shock to me. I knew that she had "coloured outside the lines" a couple times in our marriage (from snooping on her chatting and other totally boorish and wrongheaded behavior,) and rather than accepting her need to experiment and enjoy other men, I had reacted like a complete idiot, doing my best to wreck our marriage. It was only now, seeing her blossom into the sensual woman that I had done my best to repress for most of our marriage that I realised the extent of the damage I had done to both of us. How I longed to apologise to her and tell her how incredible I thought she looked sucking Tom's cock, but that apology would have to wait for another day. For now, I was overjoyed to see her so happy and smiling. Tom led her to the turquoise sofa, and they sat to watch us as he recovered his libido. As they sat together, Maggie's legs slightly parted, with her one leg over his, they began kissing deeply again. I had a feeling that once the wonderful perfume of her always-fragrant pussy that it would be he who would be on his knees, a "goner", subservient to her every wish. The Eye of the Hurricane Ch. 03 The Storm Rages Outside, the storm intensified with a steady rain and somewhat howling winds. Inside, secure in the Club's well-built, with its light and warmth, I was in another world. I felt the urgent need to cum as Maggie now picked up the pace of sucking and licking my own cock. Every man reading this will know that feeling of being so close to the verge; of being at the point of no return, with ones cock pulsating and ready to explode, and a tightness in the loins that only a climax will relieve. Holly must have been familiar with this as well because just as I approached the point of no return, her hand slid softly off my ass, which she had been squeezing, and down my leg. She reached suddenly and squeezed my balls, taking my passion down several notches in an instant. It hurt of course, but it was a delicious kind of hurt and for a reason I would soon approve of most heartily. Maggie pulled her lips from my shaft, exposing it to the cool draft of the A/C and said firmly, but not unkindly, "Not yet big boy. I need your hot mouth to do a little work." She rose, steadying herself on my legs and then my trunk, took my hand and turned to the king sized bed. Maggie looked at us momentarily, and cautioned Holly, "Watch out Holly, he is really good at this." Holly replied, "That's what I am hoping." Maggie went back to Tom, whose mouth was firmly planted on one of Maggie's beautiful rosebud nipples, and whose right hand was starting to massage her mons. Holly laid back on the bed, spreading her legs apart, her knees bent and her arms outstretched. Again, I innately sensed that although I would be pushing her to the brink, she would never let either of us climax until it was her decision. A rather extraordinary woman I thought, but in truth all conscious thought was beginning to leave me as I gazed on her parted pussy lips, glistening with wetness and then was suddenly overcome by the heady scent of the desire coming from between her legs. At first, I thought she wanted me inside her just then, and so I laid on top of her. We kissed deeply and I tasted a bit of myself in her kiss. She broke from the kiss, and said, "Jack, I need to feel your mouth on me so badly I ache. Please honey." No man could possibly resist a request like that. I began sliding down the bed and down her body as well. I stopped at each of her breasts, paying them the homage they were due, gently sucking each one up from her body. At the same time, my right hand slid down her smooth skin and felt her tummy, taut from passion, but padded by that wonderful little layer of fat that most women hate but real men love. As my hand passed over the swell of her tummy, I felt her breath quicken. Then as I felt the soft down of her pubic hair, I heard her hiss, "Yesssss" from between slightly parted lips. My lips followed to the place where my hand now rested. I took in the heady scent of her moist pussy while my lips were still kiccing her downy pussy hair. I was so glad that she wasn't one of those "landing strip" types who shave off one of the most wonderful sexual signals their bodies can offer. Holly was full and lush there, and it only served to enhance my excitement. Now after teasing her a bit, my mouth rested on her mons and my two fingers began to massage the swollen sides of her pussy lips on either side of her clit. I inserted two fingers inside her, and as I drew them back the full impact of her scent hit me and I simply lost all notion of rational thinking, attacking her pussy with my lips, my tongue, and my fingers. Now I understood how Maggie must have felt, her pent-up passion finding a willing target in Tom, and dictating her pace in blowing him. I was now simply a willing slave to Holly's pussy. My lips. my tongue, my fingers could not get enough of the feel and the taste of her. Whereas my Maggie's personal perfume was like a full bodied Pinot Noir, Holly was like a Reisling, lighter and softer. By far, I much prefer Maggie, but in the her and now of eating Holly's pussy, she had my rapt attention. In the minutes that ensued, my tongue darted in and out of her in a way that was not in my control, but more in hers as she held my head tightly to her womanhood. the softness of her thighs and both her hand formed a sweet trap that not man could ever desire to escape. I continued to fuck her with my tongue until my jaw ached, but somehow, I had no desire to stop or even change position. Once I looked up over the precipice of her mons, through her soft down to see her neck arched and her mouth open as though in silent prayer. I was so satisfied to bring her to this place of wanton passion that I momentarily forgot about my own need. For most of my marriage, I had hardly ever brought Maggie to orgasm, and certainly not this way. Seeing Holly in the throes of unbridled happiness and hearing the moans and simple "yes's" from her made me feel indescribably happy somehow. Though I love Maggie desperately, I knew that she needed other men and other experiences to bring her joy. It was no reflection on our happiness as a couple, but rather a simple human truth that I was only now beginning to realise. It was probably much the same thing for Holly. She and Tom loved each other, but in this moment, I was the focus of her sexuality, and I was responsible for her joy. Soon, I began moving in earnest on her clit. My Maggie's clit is lovely and big, and stands out when she's aroused. Holly's was rather smaller, and heavily hooded. Even so, I began to feel it swell to its full extent as I directly pushed against it with the flat of my tongue. I continued to fuck her rapidly with my fingers, and heard her say "Oh God, Yesssss." through clenched jaws. It was then that I knew that she was on the verge, and past her personal point of no return. Seconds later, I was rewarded, with a loud, "Ohhhhh Yes, yes. I'm coming. Oh God, don't stop." I felt her hips bucking upwards, out of her control and tasted her thickened juices as she flowed without stopping. I grabbed both lush cheeks of her ass and continued to torture her soaking pussy by burying my whole face in her crotch, whilst massaging her buns with my hands. After hearing her pleading for me to release her, I slowly rose to lie beside her. She finally recovered her wits a bit and looked over at me then we kissed slowly and tenderly. On the turquoise sofa in the living area, Maggie reclined while Tom, now on his knees, worshipped Maggie's pussy as she opened to him. Her one leg was thrown over his shoulder and Tom had kissed his way up her thigh and was busily alternating between licking her lips starting at the bottom and sucking her clit with his lips each time he rose to the top. The Storm Comes Full Strength On the sofa, Maggie ran her hands through his hair, pulling him to her and judging from how erect her nipples were and the flutter of her tight tummy, I knew that she was in utter ecstasy. Over on the bed, I was becoming extremely excited again as well. I never knew how much of a turn-on it could be to see my wife enjoying another man, and the sight of her holding Tom to her pussy while massaging his back with her one foot, and caressing his hair with her hands was almost too much to bear. Holly could tell from my obvious state of excitement that the time was right to take the ultimate step. She reached over to her beach bag and found a foil packet. While I was massaging her pussy with my free hand, she squeezed the condom from the packet and rolled it onto my aching cock. She reached up to my face and while we kissed deeply she maneuvered herself so that as I was rising my cock was now squarely aimed at her womanhood. I could hold back no longer and as I sank onto her body she guided my member into her slightly pulsating pussy. A pool of liquid heat suddenly surrounded my head. Holly lifted her hips to take more of me in her and as she fully took me in the sensation was electric. My whole body was on suddenly on fire with my cock at the centre of the conflagration. Holly moaned so loudly that I thought she might be in pain. She gripped my arms with both hands and then her hands slid down my back gripping my buns. She lifted her hips to meet my thrusts and I instinctively picked up the pace of fucking. My balls, full of cum, collided her pussy on every push and each time they did, she moaned. Every inch of my cock was now engulfed in her wet softness and as we rocked in an almost perfect rhythm, she became wetter and wetter, her pussy gripping me tightly. It seemed as though I could not thrust deeply enough, Every push left me wanting to penetrate her even more deeply, and every thrust was met with a equally passionate response from Holly. My eyes were closed in extreme passion; when I opened them momentarily I beheld her face. Her expression appeared both tense and almost pained, as she bit her lower lips with her brow furrowed in concentration as her passion mounted. My tension escalated as well, and my cock became even more swollen. I felt a tension in my belly that signaled that my climax was near. I slowed to try to extend the exquisite beauty of the moment, but Holly grabbed my ass to pull me in deeper. Unnoticed by either of us, Tom and Maggie were approaching the bedroom and in moments they were tightly coupled like spoons on the other side of the king sized bed. Tom had his right arm draped over Maggie and was fervently working her tits. For her part, Maggie's right leg was draped back over his right thigh and she was lightly stroking his cock which had sprung to life again. As Holly and I slowed a bit to watch them, I was conscious of how our sweat had mingled and how sensuous it felt for our bodies to be united in the most intimate way. Tom whispered to Maggie, "Honey, I hate the condom thing. I need to feel all of you. Don't worry though, I can pull before I cum, if you insist." Maggie's simple reply was a single loud moan, as she pulled his cock forward to allow him to penetrate her from behind. Looking across to them, I saw them lazily begin to rock together; their breathing quickening in a lust-driven harmony. I turned back to my partner and quickened my pace. Seeing Maggie being fucked this way, seeing her excitement was an unbelievable turn-on for me. In this, our first experience with another couple, it was clear that this would not be our last. Beneath me, Holly began to moan loudly and it was clear that she was reaching the point of no return. She thrust her hips up to me wildly and in a sudden rush, I could feel the throbbing of her orgasm. Wave after wave of climax came over her and as I felt this, I passed my own point of no return. My cock was swollen with that last second expansion that comes just before climax. I knew that Holly could feel my fast-approaching orgasm too as she urged me on. "Cum baby. Cum hard," she exhorted me. I could contain it no longer and suddenly my body bucked forward as I came over and over. I felt the hot rush of my cum barely, contained by the condom flooding over my shaft. I nearly collapsed onto Holly as the aftershocks of my orgasm became the entire focus of my existence. As my member began to shrink back to normalcy, I very reluctantly pulled from Holly's still hot and throbbing pussy. I lay beside her in the afterglow of our joining, holding her body close. The Eye of the Hurricane Ch. 04 The Climax of the Storm Meanwhile, Maggie's petite body rock back and forth with Tom as he repeatedly penetrated her. Lying on her side, being vigourously fucked, I got a completely new perspective on just how beautiful a woman Maggie is, in a situation I would never normally see. Tom lifted her leg over his and worked her clit with his free hand. I watched his cock savage her pussy over and over and delighted in the joy on her face and the rosy glow of her skin as her body rushed toward climax. Tom was stroking in and out with seemingly the same fury as the storm outside our snug villa. Seeing my wife's slick juice on his shaft, I was reminded that they were fucking bareback and a small wave of envy came over me. I knew how wonderful it felt to fuck my wife with nothing in the way of the wonderful feel of her pussy, and I smiled at his luck. I knew that neither of them would be able to break the ecstasy in time for him to pull and within minutes, Maggie moaned out loud, again and again, overwhelmed by the strength of her climax. I had not given her a climax like that for years, perhaps ever, and yet here was this beautiful woman, giving into the passion in a way that she had seldom (if ever) for me. Far from being put off by this, I was ecstatic, thinking this was long overdue for her, and that if anyone deserved this level of joy, it was Maggie. As I held Holly and felt warm, smooth skin touch mine in the satisfaction of wonderful sex, I watched Tom coming to his own point of no return. Maggie's pussy was stretched by his stroking and I could see my wife's juices continue to lubricate has passage. Maggie was obviously feeling aftershocks from her orgasm as was continuing to cum. Tom said, "I'm so close. Should I pull?" Maggie reached behind to hold his waist and said in a rushed, breathy voice, "I need to feel your cum inside me, Tom. Cum baby. Cum inside me." Tom needed no further encouragement, stroking her wet, rosy red pussy a few more times and came violently. I watched as he grimaced. Embracing Maggie, holding her tight, his cum streamed into her again and again, filling her aching pussy with his thick cum. As he pulled, the outrushing air made happy little noises coming from Maggie's pussy, along with a flow of cum. Maggie had a glow such as I had never witnessed in the 30 years of our marriage. She relaxed into Tom's arms and back into the pillow. Maggie's response to Tom shocked me on to grounds, and still does. First, I should mention here that Maggie is still fertile, and had not been taking an precautions since my vasectomy two years earlier. Secondly, I have to say (though it causes me embarassment) I have never seen Maggie climax so strongly. The Aftermath Outside, the wind whipped the palms and other Orient Beach vegetation against our villa. Inside, four slightly exhausted and now intimate friends and lovers lay back and let the storm play itself out across the surface of St. Martins. As the storm left us, a lasting memory I have is that of the four of us sleeping like spoons, me between Holly and Maggie, my left arm around Holly, relishing in the lingering salty-sweet scent of our shared sweat, feeling my member, sticky with cum. With my cock resting against her soft, ample ass, I watched her breasts rise and fall with each light breath. Maggie's left arm was lightly around my waist, and Tom's arm around her. I thought at first his cock was simply resting against her ass. But I later found out, and Maggie confirmed, that he was inside her most of the night as they half slept and half fucked. Indeed, as I recall now, I seem to remember once dreamily glancing back over my shoulder, watching him as he held her, seeing his hips press forward into her from behind, They were both half asleep, but unwilling to break the contact. He stroked her infrequently. I saw Maggie, smiling in her sleep or feigning sleep moaning with quiet satisfaction each time he pushed into her pussy, renewing her arousal. Mostly I sensed a steady thrum of their coitus rather than seeing directly though Gradually, I fell asleep. Perhaps an hour or so later, I either awoke or perhaps I simply dreamed that though half closed eyes. I saw Maggie on her knees, with Tom doggie fucking her. Maggie rocked violently against his hips in the feeble light of the beside lamp Too spent to watch any more, I closed my eyes. My last remembrance was of Tom tugging my wife's nipples and then suddenly spanking her ass hard. I haven't asked her since whether this actually happened or I dreamed it, but rest assured Maggie both gave and received more orgasms than we normally would have shared in a month. (Note: In looking over this journal Maggie has since confirmed that they did indeed fuck another time in the wee hours for what she said seemed to go on for many long minutes.) An interesting side note is that she told me back at home, two days later, that she was still finding traces of his cum inside. She told me that every time she looked at her neck in the mirror and saw the passion marks Tom had left, or brushed some of his cum from her pussy she felt an intense tingle or memory. We haven't seen, emailed or talked with Tom and Holly since. Perhaps we were too ordinary for their taste; perhaps they simply prefer to keep their lives compartmented. In any event, they were an unforgettable couple, and I hope you're someday lucky enough to get to know them (or even to know us, come to that.) Maggie and I left that Saturday, having discovered new things about ourselves as a couple and each other. I learned by watching how Tom and Maggie made love just how orgasmic my wonderful wife can be. In the ensuing months, we have had so much high quality sex that it feels like being newlyweds again. Now that we have discovered the joys of sex for its own sake, both of us have been thinking hard about "lifestyle" clubs in our area and have discussed our next foray. Maggie and I both believe marriage is for love and if you're luck even for a lifetime; we now know and feel that marriage doesn't however demand sexual exclusivity (in fact that can be deadly for a marriage,) and if you're given the opportunity to discover this as we did, it may well bring untold new heights of sexual joy and new growth as human beings. It may even improve and already great marriage. What happened that night on Orient Beach was a unique circumstance, abetted by the storm. Without being forced to share the villa, Maggie would never have blossomed sexually, I would never have seen how really hot she is, I would never have slept with Holly, who will recognize herself if she reads this, and perhaps remember the incredible shared climaxes that made us forever closer than most humans ever experience. This episode is now a fond memory. Names were changed to protect anonymity, and a couple of details rearranged, forgotten, or misremembered. Before writing this, I tried to let enough time pass so that others who were at Club O at the time will hopefully have forgotten us for the most part. One interesting update I can give is that since starting to write this down, we have gotten 2 offers to get together with local couples, who told us that they read this account. We are not sure we are going to take either of them up on the offer, but we are considering it. For now, I can report only that we are leaning toward one of the couples who are in their early 60's, discreet, and from their pictures, I have to say she is a total knockout and Maggie, the little minx, already commented on the size of his package.The other couple is in their mid-40's; in either case only time will tell. If we do hook up and enough readers want me to try to journal what happens, I will try to do a decent job of reporting. (end of In the Eye of the Hurricane)