0 comments/ 37824 views/ 2 favorites Lonesome Paradise Ch. 01 By: Ian Scott Chapter 1: On the Beach "How are we going to get home, David?" I looked into Michelle's moist blue eyes as we sat together on the beach. From the ocean came the sound of rushing water, rolling and rumbling, softened almost into melody by its steady rhythm. The sky was a brilliant blue, broken only by the scattering of clouds drifting with the light morning breeze. It was a perfect day. I was with the woman I loved in one of the most romantic settings on earth, yet neither of us was happy. For all its beauty and solitude, this unknown place was more like a prison than a haven. We were lost at sea, shipwrecked, marooned on a lonely island somewhere in the Caribbean. "I don't know, Sweetheart," I said, my fingers absently stroking her damp, disheveled blonde hair. "I just don't know." "I'm scared, David. Really scared." Tears coursed down her soft white cheeks like tiny waterfalls. "Our boat is lost, the captain, the crew, most of the passengers--all dead. We don't even know where we are. How will we survive?" Michelle buried her face in my shoulder and wept deeply. My heart ached for her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to my chest until her body stopped trembling. "Don't worry, honey," I said, gently wiping away the last of her tears. "We'll figure something out." Michelle looked into my eyes, and I did my best to smile, trying to hide my own fear. "We're safe. Besides, it's not completely hopeless. We're not alone. Five of us made it off the yacht before it collided with the reef in the storm. We're fortunate to be alive, and surviving together is nothing short of a miracle." I held my wife's lovely face in my hands. "I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you." Michelle smiled then and kissed me, softly. She planted light, gentle kisses against my lips, my cheeks, and mumbled tender words of love in my ear, after which her lips returned to mine in a deeper kiss, one that I was powerless to resist. Her sudden passion amid all our strife made me overcome my own doubts about our future, and I responded to her as if we hadn't a care in the world. I held Michelle tightly and kissed her sweet face softly, lost completely in her love. "Where are the others, Dave?" Michelle's words came breathless to my ears as my kisses trailed down along her neck to her chest. I felt her hand stroking the back of my head, and I slowed my advances, nuzzling the hollow of her shoulder. I could feel my heart pounding in my ears. "What do you mean?" "Are we alone?" I backed away and looked at her for a moment before a sly smile crept over my lips. "Why, are you afraid one of the others might see us?" "Maybe." A wicked look touched Michelle's eyes, and she hugged me hard. "Or maybe I want you all to myself." Michelle began stroking my back. "I keep thinking about how Rebecca Cross kept eying you throughout the entire cruise. It would be just like her to spy on us now." "And that would be a bad thing?" I said, feigning confusion. "You brat!" Michelle tickled my ribs with playful pokes and jabs. "So, you were watching her too, huh?" She slapped at my arms and sides, giggling like a schoolgirl. "You horny beast!" "Ouch," I said, trying hard not to laugh. "Take it easy on me, honey. My body still aches from our little trek across the reef." "Oh, is my horny beast hurt?" Michelle's face unconsciously slipped into that charming expression she often wore when she was in a playful mood. "Poor thing. How about if I just do this instead--" and with that, she tweaked my nose, hard. "Ouch! You little stinker!" I lunged for her, but she quickly moved away and started crawling backwards on all fours, crablike, across the beach. "Oh, no, you can't get away from me that easily," I said. I heard her giggle again as I plowed across the sand as fast as my tired body could manage, my knees aching from the effort. I soon caught up with her and, laughing, wrestled her down to lie beside me on the beach. Out of breath and perspiring, we held each other under an unfamiliar sky, allowing our laughter to run its course. "Feel better now?" I breathed, amazed at Michelle's sudden burst of energy, and pleased that her recent sadness had left her, if only for the moment. "Much," she said, raising up and kissing my forehead. "But you still haven't answered my question. Are we alone?" "You are amazing." I kissed the tip of Michelle's nose. "Wilson and Tina are still searching the wreckage for anything useful they can salvage, particularly some working flares. I don't think we can go another night without a fire. We may even have to try lighting it the hard way again, hopefully with better luck. As for our lovely Rebecca, she's out gathering the dry wood and kindling we're eventually going to need to build the fire." I saw the way Michelle's eyes quivered at my fond mention of Rebecca's name, and couldn't resist teasing her a little. "You remember Rebecca, don't you, dear? Tall, shapely, attractive woman; full lips, sea green eyes, curvaceous ass, stunning jet-black hair--" "You are a little shit, David Peterson! Are you trying to make me jealous?" "Of course." I smiled sweetly. "Is it working?" "Yes!" Michelle smiled rather timidly, and then looked thoughtful as she absently brushed a golden strand of hair from her eyes. All at once a different expression appeared on her face when she looked at me. "But you're right about Rebecca's hair," she said. "It is stunning. I've never seen hair so black. It beautifully complimented that red, Asian style dress she was wearing the night of the storm. Remember, honey? Rebecca really filled out that cute little almost-nothing, didn't she?" A spicy gleam rapidly engaged my wife's eyes, making me a little wary. "And I don't think she was wearing a bra. I could see her perky nipples outlined against the silky material when the angle was just right, or whenever she moved; and I could tell from your buggy eyes when you met her that you noticed it too," Michelle continued, grinning, "especially the way her large, rounded, nearly perfect breasts kept trying to burst from their confinement with her every breath. I thought she would pop her buttons!" "Hey! Now who's making who jealous?" I asked, bemused. "Why? Are you jealous?" "Should I be?" Michelle knew I was a breast man, always have been, and she loved teasing me about it at every opportunity. It was fun. But she had usually shown mild indifference towards my frequent eye twisters (as Michelle called them) in the past. Now I wondered if she was playing with me, or if it was something else altogether. I decided not to think about it. "Anyway," I said, "everyone is busy doing something somewhere else; you don't have to worry. We're alone. Satisfied?" "Completely." Michelle's apparent playfulness abated and she pressed my mouth hard in a kiss that made the back of my neck tingle. "And what are we supposed to look for again?" she said, pulling away. "Some kind of fresh water supply, a stream or a pool." I brought my lips back to hers in an effort to end the questions. Between my wife's burgeoning desire and all the talk about Rebecca's impeccable form, I was close to losing control. Michelle pushed me back again, her breathing labored. "We are?" she gasped. "Yes," I mumbled, nearly breathless, "we are." My eyes began to glaze from the sexual heat pouring from our bodies. My erect penis throbbed in my shorts. "But we definitely could use a break, don't you think?" I pulled her even closer, attempting to absorb her entire being into my own. I could feel the rhythm of her pounding heart join mine in a staccato beat only we could hear. "Yes," she panted, "a break." Michelle's hand cupped my penis through the fabric of my shorts and gently squeezed. She kissed me again, inflamed. Intense passion filled my over-stimulated brain, and I lost all reason. The world suddenly disappeared. Time stood still. There was only the two of us, David and Michelle, hopelessly in love. My hand slipped beneath the torn tank top Michelle wore and I caressed her naked breast. I watched her eyes close and heard her moan. I moved my fingers softly around her hardened nipple in a circular motion that made her body squirm. Michelle worked my penis out of my pants and stroked it in much the same way. I loved it when we played with each other. It made our lovemaking that much more exciting. "I love you so much, David." Her hand squeezed my penis harder, making it throb with delight. "So very much." "I love you, Michelle." I could barely speak. Consumed by an ardent sensation that never ceased to amaze me, I unleashed every ounce of devotion in my soul, pouring it over my sexy wife in an invisible wave that threatened to drown us both with its sheer intensity. I could read the love in her eyes and felt my heart swell. We silently undressed, kissing as we worked, and then rested our naked bodies in the warm sand, our eyes caressing one another's bodies as we touched. "Oh, honey, your chest and ribs--" Michelle's words trailed off as her hand softly moved over my battered torso, tears welling in her eyes. "The bruises look worse than they did yesterday. Your ribs may be broken. No wonder you're hurting. I'm so sorry, David." "Hey, no need to be sorry. My ribs are a little sore, not broken. Besides, you're just as battered as I am." My eyes flickered over Michelle's cut and bruised thighs, which appeared to have taken the brunt of the abuse from the shipwreck, apart from a few scrapes across her back. "And, believe me," I said, beaming, my face nearly touching hers, "you couldn't look more beautiful if you tried." Michelle's sweet, teary-eyed smile lightened my heart. "Make love to me, David." Her fingers moved caressingly through my hair. "Make me forget what happened to us, even if it's only for a little while." "I will." I shifted my body slightly and rested my head against her chest. "We'll both forget." My mouth covered Michelle's erect nipple and wrinkled aureole. I felt her body stiffen, her fingers running along the erogenous part of my upper shoulders and neck. My own body shuddered as I sucked her nipple into my mouth as hard as I could, flicking the tip with my tongue. Michelle's body squirmed beneath me. I allowed my teeth to gently scrape across the rubbery hardness of her aureole, then moved to her other breast and did the same thing, back and forth, again and again, the way I knew she liked it. My hands gently caressed the soft swell of her breasts as my mouth played with her nipples, driving Michelle wild with desire. "Please, play with my pussy, David." Michelle was moaning heavily now, her breath coming in short gasps. "Oh--" she breathed. "I want your fingers inside me, honey." I cradled Michelle's head in the inner hollow of my left forearm, my fingers absently stroking her long, beautiful hair. I kissed her breast again, my other hand traveling slowly, deliberately, down Michelle's side, then along her stomach, before finally reaching her quivering abdomen. I let my hand caress every inch of her lower body for as long as I could. Michelle trembled as my open palm eventually pressed against her swollen clitoris, my fingers brushing the pouting lips of her pussy. Her body tensed, and then relaxed, as my fingers finally pushed inside her. Michelle's legs moved restlessly in the sand, my fingers dancing inside her wet tunnel. "You do that so well, Dave." "I had a great teacher, baby." "You bet your ass," she said, grinning mischievously. The erotic joy in Michelle's voice played on my ears, the sound coursing through me to the very core of my being. God, how I loved pleasing this woman! Michelle's fingers gently stroked my face as I tongued her erect nipple and fingered her moist pussy. The sounds of her delight told me everything was all right. "That's it, honey. Now, finger me faster. Play with my clit...use your thumb." I kissed her mouth, and then looked deep into her eyes. "You want to come this way? Or would you rather have my tongue inside you?" Michelle gave me a playful slap. "You are so naughty." All at once I twisted my fingers around inside her, and she squirmed like she was attached to an exposed electrical cable. "Oh--" "Yes, I am naughty." I kept twisting and turning my fingers inside the wet heat of her body, entranced by her dazed response. In this one exceptional moment, Michelle was a magnet, and I was steel. "Do whatever you want to me, darling. Just don't stop." I trailed butterfly kisses along Michelle's neck and shoulders, working my way down her chest to spend more time kissing and nuzzling her supple breasts. My wife's breasts, whether clothed or bare, are perfection itself, not overly large, but firm and extremely inviting. Sometimes, while Michelle slept, I would spend what seemed like hours looking at her, reveling in her beauty, fascinated by the way her breasts flowed into her body, the unearthly way her nipples drifted across her bosom with every breath she took. One look at the exquisite shape of Michelle's naked breasts always sent my sexual engine into overdrive. She truly loved the special attention I gave her breasts. I think it made her feel special, and she was. My body hovered above hers as I let my lips and tongue flutter over each breast in turn. My cock stiffened as it brushed against her damp mound. I moved further down her body and heard her gasp when the head of my penis rubbed against her clit. "Yes--" she hissed. "Oh, baby, that feels so good. Rub my clit with your cock." "My cock is aching to be inside you, love." My voice sounded deep, husky with passion. "But I want to taste you first." Michelle's hands playfully stroked my head as I kissed my way down her quivering body. Her fiery movements increased dramatically by the time my lips reached the springy hair surrounding her already wet pussy. "You are driving me nuts!" Her hands pressed my head downward. "Kiss my clitty, dammit!" I covered Michelle's clit with my mouth and began to lick the engorged head. The sounds of her pleasure seemed to rival the roar of the ocean as I lapped her more-than- sensitive clit. I ran my tongue up and down her pussy, from her shapely ass to her clit, lingering on her hard nub, before moving down along her labia. I took honest delight in the smell of her, and the taste of her on my lips. My hands gently massaged Michelle's heaving bosom, my fingers tweaking her nipples in turn as I feasted on her inner treasures. My tongue sank deeply into Michelle's wet opening, and I was lost in the delicate aroma of her desire. "You are so good, honey. I'm so close." I felt her trembling hands cover my own, her fingers moving in rhythm with mine atop her breasts. "Keep licking, but don't forget my clit." She licked her lips, eyes closed. "Yes--" she muttered. "That's it. Softly, baby. Softly." My mouth settled into a smooth motion against Michelle's sweet mound. Images of every moment we spent making love flashed through my mind in rapid succession. Every good and perfect memory of our life together filled my soul. It wasn't just Michelle's body or her passionate nature that consumed me with such longing, such desire. It was everything, and nothing. It was her laugh--the way she pouted when she wanted her way with something we disagreed upon; the way she snuggled against me for no reason at all, except to be near me--mostly, it was the way she loved me. "Faster...your tongue...faster." Michelle's nipple hardened in our conjoined fingers, her breath coming in short, raspy tones. Her body stiffened as I felt her rocket to an explosive orgasm. "Yes--" she panted. "Oh, honey, I'm coming. Oh--" My tongue snaked in and out of Michelle's dripping pussy, soaking up as much of her sweet essence as possible. Her body shook with her release, and as she slowly came down from the clouds, I lessened my contact on her sensitive clit. After a time, I merely kissed her labia and nuzzled the soft down of her mound, content. I moved my body up to where I could hold Michelle in my arms. "I love you, David." I smiled and touched her lips with mine in a soothing kiss. This was our moment. "My pussy tastes pretty good in your mouth," she said. "Your pussy tasted pretty good in my mouth, too." Michelle smiled seductively as she ran her tongue over her lips. She kissed me again quickly before reaching down to capture my stiff member in her warm hand. "I love the way your cock feels against my skin, the way it slides through my fingers and rubs against my palms." Michelle grinned alluringly and gazed into my eyes as she stroked my throbbing cock, teasing me. "God, it's so swollen! I must be doing something right." She giggled lustily, her chest swelling with unabashed desire, her hand automatically moving faster along my shaft. "I think your friend here is ready to go where he has often gone before," she said, breathlessly. "I think you're right, Sweetheart." My hips were twitching, and my vision was beginning to blur. "And I'm just as ready as he is. I don't think I can wait much longer." "That's okay, honey. I can't wait either." Michelle arched her back and lifted her spread legs slightly, pulling me on top of her. "I want your cock inside me, Dave. I need you so badly." I felt my wife's fingers push the engorged head of my penis inside her wet opening. "Now, fuck me, David. Fuck me hard!" I fixed my glazed eyes upon hers and plunged my cock deep inside her slippery warmth. Her soft breasts mashed against my chest as my hips began moving in a gentle rhythm. Michelle lifted her legs higher, wrapping them around my back as she met my thrusts with perfect grace. Her pussy was wide open. Making love to Michelle always made me feel like I was in another dimension. Her kisses were sweet against my lips, her pussy was sensuous against my plunging member, and the intense look of ecstasy on her face told me I was hitting that special place inside her body with every stroke. My skin tingled everywhere. My nipples were on fire with pleasure, and my cock felt like it was sliding into pure energy. I rested my weight on my hands and watched Michelle's breasts quiver and jiggle prettily beneath me. My wife had to be the most sensuous woman in the world. Every fiber in my being screamed it. "You are so beautiful, Michelle." I noticed my wife's facial expression change, her body quivering in the throes of a small orgasm. Her hands floated over my erect nipples, her fingers tweaking them occasionally to give me an extra thrill. My hips moved faster, my inner self once again slipping back into that other dimension, my penis pumping like a mighty piston in and out of Michelle's body. I pushed myself forward, lifting her legs even higher as I pounded my stiff cock into her again and again. Nothing existed for me now except my love for Michelle. She moaned loudly, and I felt the familiar surge around my penis, signaling my wife's final orgasm. Time seemed to move in slow motion as I stood on the edge of my own release. My ass tingled like static electricity in the cool breeze, and my cock felt like it was about to explode. Waves of pleasure washed over me like a firestorm. "I'm going to come, Sweetheart. Oh, God...it feels so good." Michelle's hands melted into my flesh, as if we were becoming one body, together, buried in the midst of our glorious desire. "Oh--" I panted. Hot semen suddenly burst through my penis like boiling water through a power hose. Michelle wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as my orgasm peaked. I felt her hands grip my ass, trying to pull my spurting cock even deeper inside her. "Oh, baby," she said. "I can feel you coming inside me. It feels so wonderful." I held her close, my hips losing their momentum as the sensitivity in my penis increased. I pressed my hips against her in a final push and covered her lips with mine in a deep, loving kiss. Michelle's hand stroked my back as our bodies locked. I planted soft kisses on her lips and cheeks as we both took the slow ride back down to earth. Lonesome Paradise Ch. 01 "You feel so good, David," Michelle said, and nuzzled my cheek. "I love you so much." I rolled off Michelle's body and snuggled close to her, deliriously happy. It wasn't long before Michelle began squirming hastily next to me. I leaned on one elbow and looked at her. "Horny again already, Sweetheart?" Michelle stopped wriggling and gave me that familiar "Go to Hell" look. "No, I am not horny again! I happen to have sand up my ass!" I couldn't believe it. Here I was, lying naked on a sun drenched beach beside the most beautiful woman in the world, a woman with whom I had just made perfect love, and instead of cuddling with her in the afterglow of steamy sex, I was watching her scratch wildly at her ass, a weird expression torturing her face. The sheer absurdity of the situation suddenly hit me, and without conscious thought, laughter simply erupted from my throat. Anyone watching us would think we had the strangest post coital ritual of any couple in the universe. But after the tragedy of the last thirty-six hours, it felt good to laugh like that over such a simple thing. "You look sexy covered in sand," I said finally, still chuckling. "I do, huh?" she said, kneeling. "In that case, I think you should look sexy too." Michelle picked up a handful of sand and threw it at me. I kicked some back in her direction with both legs, feeling sand crawling up my own ass. Our mock sand fight went on until we were both engulfed in a brownish cloud. We rolled around on the beach, tickling each other and laughing until water poured from our eyes from the sheer nonsense of it all. "I think we both need a bath," said Michelle after a while, standing up and brushing sand from her face and hair. "The sand is sticking to your cock, and my pussy is getting muddy." She paused at her own words, and then all at once started giggling again. The joyful sound of her voice cheered me like nothing else in the world. Michelle placed her hand in mine and we walked naked together into the surf, the cool water splashing ponderously against our sandy bodies, making us clean again. For a moment we were like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. This island was our Garden. I went to Michelle and took her in my arms, holding her for what seemed an eternity. We stood there against time in that clear, blue ocean and gazed into one another's eyes. There were no words. Only love. Lonesome Paradise Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Rebecca Michelle and I came out of the ocean about thirty minutes later, our naked bodies glistening wet, our hands locked together as we walked. Neither of us wanted this day to end. It was so peaceful here, so calm, so pleasant. Michelle felt it too. My body felt it. Just being close to my blessed wife was causing my senses to stir and tingle in a sort of sensual anticipation only the two of us could feel. Michelle's nipples were hard as pink pearls; of course, that could have been caused by the coolness of the water, but the reddish flush across her chest was unmistakable. "Your cock is getting hard, darling." She squeezed my hand firmly, turning her chest towards me, her hardened nipple scraping against my arm. My body shuddered. Michelle giggled playfully, and smiled. "It's getting harder every minute. Oh, what shall we do?" "I know what I'm going to do," I said, and sharply pulled her wet body against mine, my mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss. The tingling sensation in my body increased, and I could feel Michelle's hand on my now fully erect cock. "I love you so much, Michelle." I slowly broke our kiss, allowing my eyes to feast on my wife's incredible beauty. "You look so sexy when you're wet--" I breathed, placing my hand on her pussy, while pushing a finger between her pouting lips--"outside and inside." I grinned mischievously as I pushed another finger into Michelle's body, and heard her moan in joyful pleasure. "I love you, David," Michelle hissed, and closed her eyes, oblivious to everything but my probing fingers. I could feel her body quiver, and that excited me. And while I played with her pussy, her delicate hand stroked my cock slowly, as slowly as she dared. I knew she wanted to come before I did, and I was more than happy to oblige her. Just then a new sight caught my eye, a marvelous sight, something I hadn't expected, yet wished for, even before Michelle and I made love in the sand. Standing beside a scrub of palm trees at the outer edge of the beach, not more than twenty yards away, I saw Rebecca Cross, her torn and tattered red dress now gone above the waist, revealing her magnificent breasts in all their splendor; the bottom half of her dress barely covered her dark bush, which was visible now and again whenever she moved her hand. From my vantage point on the water's edge, I could see Rebecca playing with her pussy as she watched us, her dark eyes boring straight into mine as she leaned against a tree to make herself more comfortable, most likely to reach those hidden regions inside her body that pleasured her most. There was no shame, no trying to hide herself away--she openly masturbated, wanting me to see, perhaps wanting both of us to see. It didn't really matter. My cock instantly pulsed with the blood now pounding through my veins. I decided I'd give the lovely Rebecca something really worth looking at. I smiled at Rebecca, and winked, before moving my head lower to kiss Michelle's waiting breast. I held my lovely wife's body tightly, my strong arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place while my fingers stroked her clit, and my tongue explored her rubbery nipple. Michelle moaned in my ear, and I looked up briefly to see that her eyes were still closed. Her body leaned against me like a limp rag, her hold on my cock slipping now and then as her pleasure increased. After a time, Michelle let go of my cock altogether as the excitement within her engulfed her entire being, and she lost all conscious thought. She, too, was in that other dimension where few of us are blessed enough to reach during lovemaking. I sucked on Michelle's nipple as if time were endless, my fingers, now three of them, pushing themselves deeper and deeper into her moist channel. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see Rebecca leaning against the tree, her own eyes opening and closing with the rhythm of her passion, her smooth thighs glistening with moisture in the softened afternoon light filtering down through the trees overhead. "Oh, Sweetheart--" Michelle's voice sounded far away as each moment passed. She was building to a huge orgasm, and as I held her trembling body, I wondered if Rebecca was feeling the same, if an explosive orgasm was boiling up within her body too. The mere thought of it drove me insane with pleasure, and I positioned my straining member as far away from Michelle's groping hand as possible; one touch and I believe I would have come all over her thighs, and I didn't want that to happen, not now, not yet, not before I heard the sweet sounds of Michelle's orgasm, and not before my overactive imagination heard Rebecca's own release. "Oh, God--yes," she hissed. "Oh, David--I'm going to come, baby. Hold me, darling." I held Michelle tighter, my muscles straining to keep her in the same position, hardly daring to move, to even breathe, not wanting anything to break the sexual spell my wife was under. "Oh, yes!" Michelle screamed out her passion. Her orgasm peaked and then tore through her body like a locomotive. Michelle's body writhed, and I tried desperately to hold her through her release, to keep my fingers moving inside her pussy as she came. "Oh, baby, it feels so good...so damn good!" Liquid began pouring over my fingers in a torrent, and I was amazed at just how much of Michelle's juices flowed from her body. I could not remember my wife ever coming that hard. It was almost as if she knew Rebecca was watching us, and was reacting to it. But Michelle's eyes remained closed, while her trembling voice was raised to the heavens. I knew Rebecca heard Michells's orgasm. I silently wondered if the rest of the castaways heard her as well. But at this moment, I didn't care. Bringing such pleasure to the woman I loved most in the world was all that mattered to me, and knowing that that pleasure was being witnessed by another woman going through the same emotional roller coaster turned my entire body into a sexual fireball that threatened never to be extinguished. Michelle slowly came down from her sexual high. "Oh, David," she said, her breathing labored, "that was so good, darling." She stroked my head tenderly as my hand rubbed the little swell of her abdomen just above her pubic hair in slow, easy circles, just the way she liked it. "That was the best orgasm I ever had, Sweetheart. I came so hard." She stood up straight and moved slightly away from my body, giving my aching arm some relief. "I bet your arm was falling asleep, holding me like that." Michelle kissed the tip of my nose. "But I love you for it." And then she kissed my mouth, hard. As we kissed, I thought once again of Rebecca masturbating in the outer shadow of the trees, and I gently moved Michelle's body around to face the ocean, as if we were dancing, so I could see Rebecca, and find out what condition her condition was in. I smiled inside at the thought, and as my lips planted occasional butterfly kisses on Michelle's soft cheeks, my eyes turned towards our secret visitor. Rebecca was still there, black eyes blazing into mine, but now her face was less strained, more relaxed; her lips broke into a smile at the sight of me gazing at her. Her fingers were still at her pussy, but now she was just moving them in slow circles around her clit, through her black bush, and around the outside of her labia. Her reddened chest and hardened nipples told me she had passed through her own orgasm, and I couldn't help wondering how strong it had been. I clutched Michelle's ass cheeks gingerly for Rebecca's benefit, and pressed her body tightly to mine, embracing her even as my stiff penis throbbed hungrily against her belly. My eyes blazed with lust as I stared at Rebecca--her lovely breasts, her dark-haired pussy, her smooth legs, and her beautiful ivory skin. Rebecca's smile widened as she watched me with Michelle, and I knew at that moment that she planned to stick around for Act II of our little performance. Somehow, that made everything better. Michelle brought her head off my shoulder and gazed lovingly into my eyes. "You gave me the orgasm of my life, my darling. Time to return the favor." Without another word she kissed me, then kissed her way down along the side of my neck, across my chest, on and around my tender nipples, making my body tingle with desire. By the time her moist lips reached my stomach, Michelle was already on her knees before me, staring at the full length of my engorged penis. She softly kissed the head, trailing her tongue lightly across the tip. "It looks as if this monster is about ready to explode. You must really be turned on." "Same as you, Sweetheart," I said, a loving smile inching across my face. "Then I'll just have to take my time. But first we're going to have to do something about this swollen cock of yours." Michelle wrapped her fingers around my shaft, her thumb resting just beneath the head. "I wouldn't want you to blow your top too soon." She smiled up at me, and then, all at once, she squeezed, pushing her thumb hard against the throbbing veins beneath my shaft with all her strength. I gasped. She continued to squeeze until I thought the head of my cock would pop right off. After a moment, she stopped squeezing, and I noticed that some of the fight had gone out of my white monster, taking with it that intense urge to come. Michelle kissed the head of my cock once again. "There, is that better?" "Much," I said. "Sweetheart, you are a genius." "You bet your ass." Michelle wrapped her hand around my cock, and this time placed the entire head into her mouth, sliding her way slowly downwards. I looked up to see what Rebecca was doing, and was thrilled to see that she was playing with her pussy again, that intense look of passion reappearing on her face. Rebecca's eyes widened every so often at the scene being played out before her. She watched Michelle's mouth slide up and down my cock, and then watched as my wife's tongue slid ever so softly across my balls, back up my shaft, only to plunge her mouth down again over my penis as far as it would go. Rebecca's eyes darted from my wife's mouth to her beautiful backside, seemingly mesmerized by the way Michelle's ass swayed with the motion of her body. Rebecca unconsciously moved her fingers that much more intently against her pussy whenever she saw my wife lift her ass on every upstroke, and then push her ass out again with every down stroke, undoubtedly seeing most, if not all, of Michelle's damp pussy. It seemed as if I wasn't the only attraction after all. After a time I stopped watching Rebecca, too caught up in my own pleasure to bother anymore about what our dark-haired watcher was doing. I let myself float along with every sensation, my mind bringing back all the pictures it had taken of Michelle's face and body at the moment of her intense orgasm; Rebecca's beautiful breasts, and how they swayed with the motion of her fingers pushing in and out of her pussy while she watched Michelle come; Michelle's sweet smile as she first took my cock into her mouth; Rebecca's pretty face after her own orgasm. My breathing quickened. I could feel my hips moving of their own accord. My body felt like it was on fire. With a sudden sharp gasp and a loud moan, I erupted. Semen shot out of my penis and into Michelle's warm mouth in a rush. It felt like I couldn't stop coming. My nipples tingled fiercely through my orgasm, and not once did Michelle pull her mouth away from my spurting member. She knew I liked it that way. I opened my eyes to find Michelle licking her lips and smiling. Rebecca still leaned against the tree, her arms crossed now beneath her breasts; what was left of her silk dress had been pulled down over her thighs to cover her dark pussy. Michelle stood up and held me close, her cheek nuzzling my neck as I wrapped my arms around her, my softening member captured between her damp thighs. I squeezed Michelle tightly one last time before unlocking our bodies. Michelle eyes bored into mine as she kissed me, softly this time, but no less lovingly. After our kiss, I looked over Michelle's shoulder one last time, only to see Rebecca striding over towards us, a disturbing air of confidence filling every part of her body. Something negative inside me awoke, and I had the most awful feeling that this was not going to be good. Then, all at once, Rebecca was behind Michelle, and my stomach began to churn. "Well, lovers," Rebecca said, "that was quite a show." Michelle's eyes opened wide, releasing me and turning with a suddenness I've never before seen. There stood Rebecca, her breasts jiggling slightly from her brisk walk over the sand, and Michelle, her face beginning to mold itself into a mask of intense fury at Rebecca's sudden appearance during such an intimate moment. The fact that Rebecca was naked from the waist up did little to improve Michelle's mood. This was not how I imagined this fantasy would play out. "What the hell are you doing here?" Michelle hissed out the words like a snake about to strike a formidable enemy. "This is a private party. No bitches allowed!" "Whoa, take it easy, Michelle." Rebecca put up her hands in a warding off gesture. "Wilson sent me to look for you guys so I could bring you back to camp--he got the fire going. I heard some noises and caught you two coming out of the water. I was about to call out when things got a little, shall we say, intimate?" Rebecca's lips upturned in a devilish-looking grin that sent chills up and down my spine. "I wouldn't have dreamed of interrupting you then." "Just like you wouldn't have dreamed of simply walking away and letting us alone, right?" "Right," Rebecca countered. "I mean, how could I pass up such an awesome moment? You guys were so hot--and sweetie," Rebecca's eyes roamed quickly over Michelle's nakedness with practiced ease, "you never looked so beautifull as you did while getting it on with this lovely man of yours--and, believe me, you still look gorgeous in the afterglow." Rebecca's eyes turned to look at me as she said, "I came twice just watching you two...didn't I, David?" Michelle turned slowly around to face me, ignoring Rebecca and suddenly unleashing what was left of her anger against me. "You knew she was there? You knew she was watching us, and you didn't say anything?" "I...Michelle, I can explain--" I couldn't get the words out, and all the while, Rebecca kept grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat; it was like she wanted to see her victim writhe once more in pain before she moved in for the kill. I couldn't believe Rebecca could be so callous. "What, David? Were you hoping sweet Rebecca over here was going to come bounding over and fuck you after we were through? Maybe meet you on a secluded section of beach somewhere later and dance all night? Is that what you were thinking?" "Sweetheart," I said, a pleading tone creeping into my voice as I spoke, "I'm sorry. I should have told you when I noticed Rebecca. I just didn't want that special feeling we had together to end. And, yes, it was exciting to have another woman watch us, and to watch her watch us. It was a man thing; I admit it. I guess I didn't think it would be such a big deal to you. I mean, you never objected before when I stared at other women's tits. It was like a game, like I thought Rebecca watching us was a game." "A game? Our most intimate moment in years was put on display before a complete stranger, and you couldn't bring yourself to tell me because it might have spoiled the mood? Well, honey, I got news for you, the mood is quite spoiled now, and probably will be for a long time!" "Please, Sweetheart, don't say that." "And as for you," Michelle said, whirling on Rebecca once again, "how dare you try and come between my husband and I, especially during such a private moment. You have been lusting after David from the moment we sailed on this nightmare cruise, sneaking furtive glances whenever we came into the salon, or out on deck, and I know he hasn't exactly done anything to discourage you, but you kept on with your silent advances like you didn't care. What kind of woman are you?" "I'm the kind of woman who is secure in her own sexuality, who enjoys sex and loves to watch others enjoy it. And before you get all self-righteous on me, baby doll, it wasn't me who decided to have sex on an open beach where any one of us could have passed by at any time and gotten an eyeful; we're hardly a mile away from camp. If you wanted to keep your sex private, you should have found a private place, where no one would have bothered you." Rebecca's eyes suddenly grew darker, if such a thing was possible, but her anger didn't go quite as deep as Michelle's. She wanted to make a point. "Besides, since you both were acting footloose and fancy free out here in the buff, I assumed you two were sexual people, like me, and didn't mind an occasional bit of showmanship during sex. Your husband certainly didn't care. He never broke rhythm on your sweet little pussy, even after he saw me standing there with three fingers in my snatch, watching you. How did I know you weren't any different? And as for me supposedly lusting after your husband continually during the cruise--well, all I can say is--" and here Rebecca's eyes gleamed wickedly again, even as she smiled, "--are you so sure it was David I was watching?" Michelle started to say something and then closed her mouth with a snap. Her anger turned to confusion, her righteous indignation to uncertainty, and then to utter perplexity at Rebecca's words. And Michelle wasn't the only one who felt that way. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, didn't want to believe it; my male ego wouldn't let me fathom the fact that this gorgeous dark-haired beauty with the next-to-perfect body and exquisite breasts didn't want me--she wanted Michelle! And, recalling our earlier conversation concerning Rebecca, I was beginning to wonder if Michelle didn't feel something similar without even realizing it. Without another sound, and with not so much as a backward glance at Rebecca or myself, Michelle pulled on her clothes and stalked off along the beach towards camp. I stared after her a moment, dumbfounded, only to turn and see Rebecca looking at me with that dark smile she seemed to find most comfortable wearing. "Why?" I asked Rebecca, both angry and puzzled at the same time. "Why did you come over? Couldn't you have just walked away with a smile on your face? Michelle and I shared one of the most spectacular moments of our lives today on this beach, moments that may never come again, and it took you all of ten minutes to destroy it. Why did you do it?" Rebecca chuckled warmly and patted me on the cheek. "The answer is so simple even a simple man like you should be able to figure it out. No?" she said, shaking her head at my deepening confusion. "Then let me spell it out for you...Davey." Rebecca came closer and pressed her meaty breasts to my chest. Her erect nipples throbbed against my skin, her lips nearly touching my face, her breath fiery. I could feel her warm hand closing over my naked penis, gently squeezing the shaft until it began pulsating in her palm. A shudder passed through my body, as I stood there, flabbergasted. Rebecca began stroking my penis slowly, almost lovingly, until it became fully erect. "I did it--" and now Rebecca's mouth was pressed right against my ear, "--because I could." Rebecca released my stiff member as quickly as she had embraced it. She strolled nonchalantly along the beach towards camp, as if nothing important had happened, her vicious laugh filling the air, the vile sound puncturing my eardrums as efficiently as an ice pick. My cock shrank with Rebecca's retreating footsteps, until she finally disappeared from view. I remained standing there alone in the afternoon sunshine, dazed, my heart aching for another chance to stop what I had allowed to happen. And all the time my tired brain pulsed out the same questions again and again: How could the sweet, light-hearted woman Michelle and I met aboard the sailing yacht so many days ago turn so suddenly and so completely into the curt, insensitive bitch I just witnessed? Did she have some kind of weird split personality? And, if so, which persona was the real one? Lonesome Paradise Ch. 02 "Will the real Rebecca Cross please stand up?" The sound of my own voice hung oddly in the air, like a balloon rapidly leaking helium. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, pulled on my shorts, and then slunk off after the women back to camp.