Earning Respect

by Blair

  Then she found her stupid brain thinking of what the blonde girl felt when she was riding Claude’s cock, taking it completely inside her pussy. She recalled the distorted smile of unbridled pleasure on Monique’s face as Qary fucked her. She wondered if it was a big cock. Not that she wanted that herself.

  “Like hell you don’t,” a voice inside scolded and she felt the old fear. The tendrils of the idea that her fantasies told who she really was--that bad girl her mother had talked about endlessly - gripped her. She shouldn’t touch herself down there, as her mother called it, because bad girls did that. Nice girls didn’t. But friends of hers, girls that her mother called nice girls, told her they did it all the time and loved it. They did lots of other things too, things she knew that girls shouldn’t do if they wanted men to respect them. That’s why she couldn’t tell Jake that it excited her to see these people fuck. She didn’t want him to lose respect for her. The trouble was that she couldn’t seem to please him by being a good girl.

  Maybe Jake was impossible for a nice girl to satisfy, and where would that leave her? He pushed her to do things. He had taken her for a moonlight stroll on the beach and undressed her as they stood with the water lapping their feet. He had walked her to an outcropping of rocks and had her face them, putting her hands on the smooth stones. Then he lifted her leg, hooked it over his arm and she had felt his hot cock pushing into her. It had been gorgeous, but the whole time she found she fretted that someone would stumble across them, see them fucking like animals.

  Sex with her previous lover had been nothing like that. He made sex routine, always taking her pretty much the same way and usually on the same days, for that matter. It was a bore, and now she wonder if that was what broke them up. She hadn’t thought so then, but it would explain why she was afraid she was losing Jake. He seldom did anything the same way twice. That was part of his charm. It also unsettled her. Was she boring him as her other lover had bored her? That was even scarier.

  The phone rang, startling her.

  “This is Nichole at SWINGER MONTHLY,” the voice said. Margot felt her heart miss a beat. “I’d like to talk to you about featuring your island in our magazine. In fact, I’d like to talk about a partnership deal where we bring groups to your island.”

  Gathering her wits, Margot switched on her business mind. Nichole wanted to come to the island. “I can use your basic information for background, but this is an editorial, and I need to get my own impressions to give my readers and to see if we can use you as a destination.”

  “When do you want to come?”

  “The day after tomorrow, if you have space. I called right away because I am leaving Miami for Trinidad in an hour. It would be easy for me to catch a plane to the island.”

  And so it would be.

  Margot organized the staff to make things right for Nichole. “Don’t do anything too obviously special, things we don’t do for other clients. The woman isn’t stupid, I don’t think. Just try to be sharp. A little extra courteous and prompt. That sort of thing. This is our chance.” Our only chance, she added to herself.

  Chapter Six

  Margot and Qary took the electric golf cart out to meet the plane when they heard it circle the island. It was an eight-place plane, but only two people got out. Nichole looked as if she were a model for a tropical fashion photo shoot, wearing makeup and a brightly patterned, sleeveless sundress and gold sandals. Her finger and toenails were bright yellow.

  “This is Harry my pilot,” she said, introducing the tall swarthy man who accompanied her. Harry was in his mid thirties. He wore khaki slacks, short-sleeved white shirt and sported large dark glasses. “He is based in Trinidad and knows this area well. If we work something out with you, we can work a deal with him to ferry folks out and provide supplies.”

  Margot frowned. “Is he staying here?”

  Nichole laughed. “I hope so. I don’t want to walk home.”

  Margot felt uneasy. She watched Qary loading their bags into the golf cart. “That’s fine, but I need to arrange another bungalow. We only prepared one.”

  Nichole laughed cheerfully. “Nonsense. Save the bungalows for paying guests. Harry won’t mind sharing with me. Will you Harry?” He grinned his response. “It will give me a chance to know him better.” She licked her lips. “Certain parts of him will require close study.”

  Margot blushed, and they got in the cart for the ride to the bungalow.

  ***

  “She hires a man to be her pilot and now she is going to shack up him in our bungalow,” she complained to Jake.

  “So?”

  Margot stared at him wondering how he couldn’t understand. “She is married. She has a husband. She told me.”

  Jake laughed. “Excuse me, but if I recall right, she owns a magazine for swingers. Those are people who think it is a lot of fun to fuck strangers. They have parties where they swap partners. She is here to arrange tours for swingers. She is going to bring them to this remote place so they have privacy to change partners, do group gropes, or whatever else turns them on. And you are upset that she is going to share your precious bungalow with the pilot? What are you going to do when she brings a tour group?”

  Margot swallowed. “I don’t know,” she admitted.

  “Besides, shouldn’t it be Nichole, Harry and her husband who decide whether that is right or wrong? Or is the island manager job now expanding to include morality cop?”

  She touched his arm. “Jake, I grabbed at this idea of yours because I was desperate for some kind of business for this place. I honestly hadn’t really thought about what they do or want to do here. I hadn’t imagined what it would be like when they were here.”

  “You better think about it,” he said. “Unlike you, these people like sex.”

  The comment stung. “I like sex,” she said stiffly.

  “You couldn’t prove it by me. The only sex talk I’ve heard from you lately has been to complain about seeing other people having sex and enjoying themselves. You can’t complain about our sex life, because it seems to have evaporated.” He got up and left the office.

  Hurt and confused, Margot couldn’t face Nichole, so she arranged for Billie to show Nichole and Harry around the island. Qary could answer questions about boats and facilities and give them a rundown on water sports.

  Billie came back from the tour giggling. “That Nichole is a hoot,” she said. “I like her. She is stylin’ and sassy.”

  Margot smiled at Billie, but she felt sad and alone. Neither Jake nor Billie seemed to be on her side or even understand her concerns.

  After lunch, Margot as walked to the office, she passed Harry leaning against the wall. He had changed into nothing but shorts and Margot’s heart gave a flutter that forced her to admit to herself that she had noticed that he had a nice body. He was a big man and fit. He didn’t have weightlifter muscles, just the lean and hard body that suggested he took care of himself.

  His eyes were fixed on her. He had a confident and knowing stare that she felt burning into her, that made her uneasy, almost invaded. It was as if he could see right through her tee shirt, through her shorts. She was glad she wasn’t wearing one of her tank tops. They showed too much of her breasts at the sides. Even like this, her pussy felt a twinge.

  “Hey Margot,” he called out, smiling, his voice soft and liquid. “Nice day and a beautiful place you have here.”

  “Thanks.”

  He had a pleasant grin. “And you certainly are a nice lady to look at.”

  She felt herself getting hot and cursed her body for reacting. “Thanks for the compliment, but my boyfriend might not appreciate hearing you talk like that.”

  Harry just grinned. “Jake? Yeah I met him a while ago. I don’t think you give him enough credit, though. He doesn’t strike me as some insecure punk. No, I’d be willing to bet that he knows
that he has a fine looking woman and that other men are going to stare.” He paused. “Other men are going to want her.”

  She felt flustered. He was probably right. “Well then maybe the woman objects.”

  Harry shrugged. “Okay. It was intended as flattery.”

  “I don’t appreciate that kind of stare from strangers.”

  “You don’t want a lusty stare from a stranger? That would be easy to fix; just get to know me better. I can change from stranger to good friend in an afternoon.”

  “You are sleeping with Nichole.”

  “We aren’t doing much sleeping,” he said smiling. “I think you meant that we are fucking each other.” The words sent another flash of heat between her legs. She willed herself not to respond, but she was getting moist. “Yes, we had a great time last night in Trinidad. The lady is hot. I am sure that our lustful encounter will continue here. I’d love to screw her into the sand on a beach with the surf lapping at our feet.”

  Margot tried not to squirm. “Should a gentleman talk about a lady like that?”

  He laughed. “I wouldn’t really know anything about what a gentleman should or shouldn’t do. I just know that Nichole is a pretty and sexy lady, and quite different from you, I suspect. I admit that this observation or assessment is limited by only a brief exploration of her body and an even more limited knowledge of you, but I pride myself on having good taste as well as being able to make quick, yet accurate judgments. It is an important skill for a pilot.”

  “Well, since we both have someone, and this is just playful flirting, I have work to do. So we can skip ahead to where we agree to see each other around campus later.”

  “Ah never skip ahead. You might miss the best parts without knowing it. Savour the zest, little lady. Flirtatious words are always good ones. There is no such thing and unkind flattery, and sometimes flirting is the best part of life. Teasing is gentle foreplay.”

  “Gentle or not, foreplay is designed to lead to intercourse. Isn’t Nichole enough for you?”

  He seemed to take no offense at all from anything she said. She couldn’t even make him angry. He gave her a warm and sincere smile. “Nichole is a wonderful sexual partner. But enough? Enough for what? She satisfies me when I am with her, but I am not with her at the moment.”

  “Being with someone doesn’t necessarily mean that they are beside you. You have, well, and arrangement with her. Isn’t that sufficient?”

  “Did someone decide on some magic number of people we are allowed to have sex with in a particular time frame? I must have missed that.”

  “It is pretty commonly thought that one partner at a time is correct. And I don’t mean night after night with one partner at a time.”

  He chuckled. “I agree that that idea is commonly held by the drones with more fear in their hearts than dreams. It is a refuge for those who cannot manage any independence or originality.”

  “Perhaps it is my refuge too,” she said flatly.

  He stood up and took a toothpick from his pants pocket. “I don’t think you are speaking what is in your heart at all,” he said. He turned to walk past her and as he came close to her ear, he said, “And I am quite positive that your wet pussy doesn’t agree with your words either.”

  She watched him go, unable to speak. When he had gone, she looked down at her crotch, fully expecting to see a dark stain, but nothing was visible. Then he was just guessing that he was turning her on.

  She went on to the office feeling puzzled at her feelings. She didn’t even know Harry, yet her body had responded to him. She saw herself reflected in the window of a truck. Shit! Her nipples were so hard that it was obvious she was excited. Okay, so part of her wanted to know what it would be like to fuck a man like Harry. Oh, quit fudging, she told herself. She would like to know what it was like to fuck Harry. She wondered if his cock was big, she wondered if his tongue would be hot like Jake’s when he licked her cunt. Her body wanted him badly, and she felt guilty about it.

  She determined to fuck Jake that night. She had to get these other men out of her mind. If nothing else, it might calm his anger, patch things up a bit, and distract her.

  Unfortunately, Jake seemed distant all evening. She tried saying sexy things, but his mind was somewhere else and he didn’t catch her intention. She thought of just screaming out for him to fuck her, but when she tried, she came up empty. The words wouldn’t come out.

  He lay down on the couch to read a book and she thought she should take it from his hands and sit on his face. He hadn’t taken off his shorts, and she pictured pulling them down and taking his cock in her mouth, but she couldn’t do that either. The thought haunted her that he might not want her. That was what stopped her. What if she took him in her mouth and he pushed her away? She couldn’t bear it.

  Finally, with Jake working at his computer again, she went to bed horny for the first time since she had met Jake.

  Chapter Seven

  She woke alone, not knowing where Jake slept that night. He was gone when she woke, probably taking his run early to work off frustration. She hoped he was running down his deserted beach, but she pictured him standing naked behind Monique, fucking her as Qary had. The image bothered her because she would understand if he wanted Monique. She had a nice body and obviously enjoyed sharing it with men other than her husband. Margot wasn’t taking care of him, and Jake might be looking. She realized that she was less concerned about Jake fucking her than worried that Monique would satisfy him in ways that Margot didn’t or wouldn’t.

  As she dressed, she decided she had to avoid Harry. That would be safest. She couldn’t seem to control how she responded to him and was afraid what might happen if he pursued her. She didn’t mind dealing with him when other people were around, but she didn’t want to feel that gaze on her body when she was alone with him.

  Nichole came to the office after breakfast. She sat opposite Margot, making Margot feel sloppy. Dressed in her usual tee shirt and jeans shorts, Nichole’s silk blouse and short skirt seemed intimidating. Her nipples were visible through the thin silk and she wondered if Nichole wore underwear under the short skirt. Probably not. A vision popped into her head of the blouse wide open and Harry’s hands and mouth on Nichole’s breasts. For a moment she felt them on hers and she shook it off.

  Nichole got right to business. They discussed the article for the magazine and the idea that the magazine would arrange for tour groups to come to the island, booking the entire island for their private fun.

  “How often can you organize these tours?” Margot asked excitedly.

  “It depends on how they go. In the swinger culture, word of mouth is everything. If we bring a group and they have a great time, if they see its potential, they will tell people. Some of our readers might come here several times in a year.”

  “What would you say is our big appeal for them?”

  “Part of it is the same as for any tourists. Start with the climate, the ambiance. The very idea of a tropical paradise where you can walk clean and deserted beaches is a draw. Then, for my readers, there are other issues. You might think that swingers just pop in places and find other willing partners, but it is hard. There are many obstacles.”

  Margot was interested. She hadn’t considered that. “Such as?”

  “Okay, think about it this way. When you are single, it is hard to meet someone special, right? I mean, even if you run into them, what do you say? How do you attract his attention without scaring him off? That is especially tough for women.”

  Margot nodded.

  “And then ordinary life complicates things. He may be interested in her, but his job sucks and that clobbers the relationship. On the other hand, maybe she doesn’t meet him because he doesn’t have time to go out and be met. Or one of them is in a messy divorce.

  “And that is for the normal folks. If a swinger m
eets someone they are attracted to, how can they test the waters? ‘How about you and I getting together and finding another couple and playing with the possibilities?’ is a lousy opening line. How do you explain that you want some days, weeks, months or whatever of really hot and spicy sex and you don’t care what their marital status is as long as they can manage their own life?” She shook her head. “But my magazine does very well because it is that hard. You can put an ad in the magazine and say what your sexual preferences are, and who you are, knowing that you just increased the odds of finding one or more suitable partners.

  “These tours are an extension of that. A swinger knows we will take care of the hassles of getting them and some number of like-minded people to a great place. Once they are there, no one is going to be offended at being approached for almost anything. They won’t necessarily agree to what you propose, but they won’t slap your face or insult you. You know that if are having a drink with someone and he, or she, puts a hand on your knee, then they mean business and that hand will work its way to your crotch unless you protest. It won’t be a simple flirting. Best of all, if the other person appeals to you, you can undress them, take off your clothes and screw them right in the bar or on the beach. Fucking on the beach is great as long as you don’t get sand in the cracks. We need to supply large beach towels.”

  Margot felt a twitch in her stomach. Of course they would expect to be able to go around naked and have sex anywhere they wanted, but that hadn’t occurred to her. They weren’t just coming here to mess around privately and discretely with different partners. Somehow, she had envisioned nudists playing volleyball, when it was going to be open sex.

  “The nice thing here is that any convenient bungalow can serve as a shagging shack for two or more consenting adults.” She laughed. “We will call them that in the brochure. ‘Fully equipped with traditional shagging shacks.’ It’s nice that a tropical island is usually thought of as exotic, and exotic is more erotic - that is a phrase I intend to use in the literature too.”