by Silke Ming
She had no idea how they made it to the bed, but she knew that the men had changed places. She could feel the thickness of Jean-Louis’s cock deep inside her as he stretched her walls, and repeatedly jammed himself into her. He was lost inside her, thrusting against her slippery walls, forcing her to pull him even deeper. She stared at Seamus. He was kneeling on the bed, his erection deep inside her mouth, and his hands kneading her breasts.
The men had again changed places, and she could only tell their positions by the scent of their respective colognes. Someone finally removed her bra, which she had been wearing like a necklace for most of the evening, and squeezed his beast between her breasts.
It was like a game of musical chairs. Positions were changed, fingers moved in and out of her body, tongues twirled against each other, and erections popped in and out of her body. Every orifice was full. Her bottom, now high in the air, was being parted by Jean-Louis’s strong hands. He knelt behind her and spread her cheeks apart. He then entered her with a mighty plunge, while his fingers fondled her throbbing clit. Seamus, on the other hand, had his hot dick between her lips and watched lasciviously as it moved back and forth, growing larger with each thrust.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
Jean-Louis’s throbbing and swelling inside her alerted her that he would soon reach an orgasm.
“Yes, yes,” he said, as he quickened his pace, speaking only French as hot lust overtook his body.
He came, plunging himself deeply into her and crying out with unintelligible noises. Then he fell to his knees and licked her until she came, calling out Seamus’s name.
* * * *
“Summer! Summer! Wake up,” said Seamus, turning on the light and gently holding her.
“What? What?” she asked, looking around the room.
“You were calling out my name. Was I that good?” he asked, laughing.
“What did I say?”
“Nothing. You seemed to be dreaming. I thought you were having a nightmare, so I woke you up.”
“Sorry,” she said, turning over and hugging her pillow.
“Were you dreaming about me?” he asked, hugging her tightly.
“I don’t remember,” she said, staring at him.
“Are you sure you were not dreaming about me? You are so wet,” he said, slipping his fingers between her thighs and stroking her pussy.
Chapter Four
It was after nine when Seamus opened his eyes, but Summer was still asleep. She’d had a restless night, so he allowed her to sleep a little longer. He went out and sat on the veranda and watched the sea creatures at play. After a while they disappeared and, as if on cue, the rain came down in torrents. He slid the glass doors open and went inside the bungalow. Summer was still asleep, so he stood at the door and watched as the trees close to the reception swayed in the wind. It had turned into a mighty storm.
She sighed, and he turned around to look at her. Her eyes were open and she stared at him.
“Good morning,” she said. “I feel as if I have been run over by a truck.”
“We had way too much to drink last night,” he said, lying down beside her. “And you didn’t sleep too well after we went to bed.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I woke you up. Don’t you remember?”
“No I don’t.”
“You seemed to be having a bad dream, and you were calling out my name. I woke you up, but you turned over and went back to sleep.”
“That’s really strange. I don’t remember anything.”
“It doesn’t really matter,” Seamus replied. “We’ve got to pack, but I’m not sure if we are going anywhere, because there’s a nasty storm blowing outside.”
“Then we can stay here forever,” she said, opening her arms and hugging him.
“Well we’ve already got a couple friends here,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied and then was suddenly quiet.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she replied. “I was just thinking about Hoana.”
“What about her?”
“I was thinking how lucky I am to have someone who loves me and is not afraid to show it.”
“I am so glad you realize how much you mean to me. I am a lucky man,” he said, kissing her.
Something or someone was banging on the entrance door. Seamus opened it and found it was the delivery of their breakfast. Service in paradise, he thought. It didn’t matter how bad the weather was, there was a job to be done, but today it was not delivered by boat. He set the tray down on the table, poured two cups of coffee, and passed one to Summer.
“Ah! Breakfast in bed,” she said, staring at the tray to see what else was on it.
“When we are finished, could I also have breakfast in bed?”
“Pervert,” she said, throwing a pillow at him.
“There is nothing like a pick-me-up breakfast first thing in the morning. I’ll have a quick shower, and then I must go out for a moment, and when I return, you’re all mine.”
She smiled as she reached for the bowl of fruit and cereal and settled back in bed.
“There isn’t much we can do today anyway, so we must find something to keep us occupied,” he replied.
“How much do you think Jean-Louis’s painting is worth?” she asked.
“I don’t really know, but if I had to guess, I would say close to a million.”
“That much?” she asked.
“It is the real thing, and at today’s prices, I’m sure he would probably get much more than that for it.”
“Do you think Hoana knows how much it is worth?” she asked.
“Well, I know she is not as naive as she seems. Why are you asking me about the painting?”
“I was just curious.”
“I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, quickly disappearing through the door.
Summer stretched out across the bed and stared at the ceiling. She could hear the wind howling and the rain beating down on the roof. Suddenly she sat up. She remembered the dream she’d had the previous evening. She couldn’t understand why she was dreaming about Jean-Louis and in such an erotic way. She decided to keep it to herself. It was not necessary to tell Seamus about the sensuous dream. As she lay in bed thinking about it, the door opened and he returned carrying two bags.
“What did you buy?” she asked.
“It’s a surprise,” he said, opening the closet door and throwing the bags in. “We’ll have to call the airport before we go out this evening. It seems that our outgoing flight has not yet landed because of bad weather.”
“Does that mean we’ll be stranded here in this hellhole?” she asked, laughing.
“I guess so. Come on. Take a shower and let’s think of our next move.”
* * * *
The rain and winds had finally stopped pounding the island, and after packing their cases, they decided to take a taxi and drive out into the countryside to have lunch. They were both unusually quiet as they stared out at the beauty of the island.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, squeezing her hand.
She smiled at him.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” he said, coaxing her.
“I had a very strange dream last night. I wasn’t going to tell you, but it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t.”
“What is it?” he asked, worry etched across his brow.
“It was really weird,” she said, staring straight ahead.
“What was it?”
“I don’t know how it all started, but I had a threesome with you and Jean-Louis.”
He stared at her then started to laugh.
“Did you enjoy it?” he whispered in her ear.
“I guess I did. I remembered about it only a few minutes ago.”
“Is this something you have been thinking about?” he asked, turning her face to his.
“No, that was the farthest thing from my mind.”
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“I wouldn’t say that I am. No more attracted to him than I would be to any handsome man!”
“Why did I get the impression that you liked him?”
“As much as you liked Hoana?”
He smiled.
“You’re right. She is a beautiful woman, but you are the love of my life, and I would never do anything to destroy that.”
“I feel the same way too. I still wonder about the dream. I never thought about him in that way.”
“Is it because George hasn’t been around recently?”
“Oh, George! I hope Mildred is looking after him,” she said, laughing.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said. “George now has a brother.”
She stared at him.
“Is that what you just bought?” she asked, bursting into laughter.
“Yes. Don’t you want to meet him?”
“Of course. Any friend of George is also a friend of mine.”
“That’s the spirit,” he said, kissing her gently on the cheek.
The taxi driver stopped and they climbed out. He had recommended the restaurant highly and said he would wait to take them back to their hotel.
Lunch consisted of the papaya chicken and roasted pig served with taro root, all washed down with beer, and for dessert, a melange of tropical fruit topped off with pineapple liquor. Their only criticism was that it was too heavy for a midday meal.
* * * *
Back in their hotel, they found two messages for them. One from the airline telling them that the flight had arrived and would be departing on time and the second was from Jean-Louis, wishing them bon voyage.
“We’ve still got two hours before we leave for the airport. There is time to meet George’s brother.”
“Does George’s brother have a name?” she asked.
“No, what should we call him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s call him Louis. That will make you more comfortable with him.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Well his name can wait. Let me introduce you to him.”
He pulled a strange-looking contraption from the shopping bag and she stared at it.
“He is not as handsome as George, but he is a very clever fellow,” he said.
He placed the contraption on the desk and lay beside her on the bed.
“Look at him,” he said, as he pushed a button on the remote control.
It started to whirl around, making a very strange noise. The head moved back and forth, resembling the movement of a penis, and something resembling a finger made very suggestive movements.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“That’s the stimulator. That will massage here,” he said, putting his hand on her clit. “It will excite you.”
“Then there won’t be any need for you,” she said, grabbing the remote control away from him.
She pushed a couple buttons and watched, mesmerized, as it did its thing. Seamus stared at her as she played with her new toy.
“I think Louis is the appropriate name for him,” Seamus said, kissing her. “Don’t you want to try him?”
“What’s in the other bag?” she asked.
He handed it to her.
“I won’t run ever run out of these underwear,” she said, pulling various colored panties from the bag, “and since you insist on destroying them when you become aroused, I will need lots of them.”
“That’s right. Since you insist on wearing underwear, I thought I would buy you more of these.”
“How many did you buy?” she asked, pulling them from the bag.
“I bought whatever was left in the store. I think there were about fourteen of them.”
She couldn’t believe that he had bought every pair of crotchless underwear from the store. Now she had no excuse for wearing the other kind, except of course when it was absolutely necessary.
“Let’s sit outside,” she said.
“I thought we could try out Louis,” he said, but she didn’t hear him because she was already on the veranda.
Chapter Five
It was 3:00 p.m. when the sun finally crept out from behind the clouds, and they decided to drink in the last rays before leaving for the airport. Other couples, too, had the same idea, because they were all lounging lazily and staring out at the beautiful water. Seamus stretched out on a chaise lounge while Summer looked over the railing at the sea life hovering around below. Seamus watched her, and his mind turned to the dream she’d had the previous night. She seemed satisfied with their sex life. He loved her and didn’t want to lose her and was willing to do anything to please her.
None of the women who had passed through his life had left even the smallest dent on his heart. She was the only one who had challenged him. She had unlocked the secrets to his soul, and also to his heart. They had experienced things together that would boggle the minds of the Catholic priest whom he was forced to listen to every Sunday as a child. How he loved her! And here he was being challenged for her affections by a complete stranger. The irony of it all was that the stranger didn’t know he was competing for her heart. He continued to stare at her while she continued to watch the stingrays at play.
“Summer,” he said, in a low voice.
She turned around and smiled at him.
“Come and see the stingrays,” she said.
“Come here,” he said, beckoning with his finger.
He pulled her down to him.
“I love you, Summer, and I don’t want to lose you.”
“I love you, too,” she replied. “You seem so…
“So what?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, looking into his sea-green eyes.
“Preoccupied? Do I seem preoccupied?”
“That’s it. You’re not yourself today.”
“I was thinking of the dream you had, and was wondering if it was something you had floating around in your subconscious.”
“Like all other dreams, it was something that just happened.”
“I know that you really like George, but he isn’t here with us, so that’s why I decided I would get him a brother.”
“Oh, Seamus,” she said, staring into his eyes and kissing him deeply. “I love you, but that wasn’t really necessary.”
“Does that mean you would like to have a threesome with Louis?” he asked as his hand found its way under her blouse.
“We have nothing better to do right now,” she replied.
“I’m not too convinced you want this,” he said.
She reached under his shorts, and stroked his cock until the purple head peeked out at the bottom.
“He looks tired,” she said, laughing.
“I’ve got help if he’s too tired. Let’s go inside,” he whispered, his voice brimming with lust.
“I don’t want to go inside,” she said, holding his crown between the tips of her fingers.
“Every day you surprise me more and more. We should go inside. The guests are all on the verandas.”
“They won’t be able to see us.”
“I really don’t know what to expect from you anymore,” he said. “If you really want to do it out here, I won’t say no.”
He disappeared inside the bungalow. She knew she wanted him. In her dream she had not been fulfilled by him. Jean-Louis had brought her to a mind-bending orgasm. He had made her feel good. Had Seamus not disturbed her dream, she would’ve had two orgasms from the two men. Now he was really going to give it to her. He appeared again at the balcony door with the contraption in his hand, and she started to laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, opening his legs to sit on the chaise lounge.
“Look down,” she said.
His head was still peeking out from under his shorts.
“He is ready and willing,” he said.
She bent over him and circled his cock with her tongue, licking away the drop of liquid which had magically appeare
d on the tip. His body became rigid, and his blood started to boil. He was on fire. She pushed his shorts up even farther and covered his cock completely with her mouth. He groaned softly, his eyes fastened on her face. Her mouth closed tightly around it, and she pulled it in deeply. His body started to move down to meet her lips. She could feel him growing bigger and thicker, filling her mouth. It massaged the roof of her mouth, and she pulled it out and circled the head once more with the tip of her tongue, while she held his gaze. His was the sweetest lollipop. Once more it was hidden deeply inside her mouth, and she knew that this time his orgasm was imminent. He buried his hands in her hair and bucked. She felt his warm juices floating slowly down her throat as she continued to pull every drop of precious liquid from his body. As the last spasm coursed through his soul, he allowed his body to sink back into the chaise lounge, pushing his hips toward her lips.
“So good,” he said, kissing her and teasing her clit with his fingers.
“Take off your shorts,” he commanded.
He pulled his chaise lounge down to the solid wall which formed the edge of the veranda and she straddled it.
“Can anyone see you?” he asked.
“Only as far as my waist,” she said, looking out at the couples still relaxing on their verandas.
“Perfect! You can’t imagine how beautiful you look,” he said as his fingers went to work massaging and exploring between her thighs.
She pushed her behind toward him.
“Yes,” he said. “I like that. Do it again.”
“Hello,” someone called out to her.
She looked around to see her neighbour standing on the veranda.
“Stop,” she whispered.
“Just keep talking to him.”
She found it difficult to concentrate on the conversation, since Seamus was driving her crazy with his fingers and his tongue.
“Spread your legs,” he said, in a voice void of all emotion.