Darn her vows! They could take a long walk off a short pier. There must be a loophole somewhere. This situation demanded one. Wait a moment, “to be thy wedded husband…forsaking all others…” All others referred to all other wedded husbands, right? Yes, she must forsake all other wedded husbands, and the only wedded husband here was Ash, so Sheena and Richard were both fair game.
And Meredith’s schoolteachers claimed she wasn’t clever…
Chapter Five
“Hey, Richard!” Meredith called across the deck. “Get that big boy over here. I’m feeling awfully naughty!”
Where did those silly words come from? Must be all the sexy stories from Jeff’s magazines.
“Thought you’d never asked,” Richard replied with a delighted smile.
With Jeff, she made love. With Richard, she wanted deep penetration. She wanted to be fucked. What a naughty word! Fucked. But she wanted to feel those lovely rose petals against her breasts, too. And that silky sensation paled in comparison to Sheena’s enthusiastic kisses. Those kisses were too tasty to give up.
Meredith’s heart burst with excitement as Richard and Ash had pushed together two large wooden lounge chairs. They sidled up next to each other, lying on their sides with space for Meredith and Sheena in the middle.
Joyce built all this furniture, didn’t she? What a carpenter. Was she watching them now? Goodness gracious, yes, and wearing a grin from ear to ear. Well, some people prefer to watch, especially with two hunks lying naked in the sun and two beautiful women worming their way between them. Meredith squeezed in next to Richard, glad to see he had protection. Her heart raced. Her pussy throbbed She felt his hot chest against her back as he wrapped a strong arm around her waist.
Escaping rose petals caressed Meredith’s nipples and pussy lips, sending waves of silken delight across her flesh. Sheena released a pleasured moan, which pulsed inside Meredith’s mouth as they kissed. Ash must have entered her from behind. Jealously, Meredith reached back and took hold of Richard’s sheathed cock, guiding it into her hungry pussy. Gosh, it was large. She couldn’t help but wince.
“Relax, Meredith,” Richard whispered in her ear. “You’re so tense.”
His deep voice penetrated her all over again. Her whole body melted, releasing the vice grip it had on Richard’s cock. Yes, that was better. Currents of electricity flowed between them, dispersing in her abdomen and sending tingling vibrations to her breasts. He was so deep inside, moving slowly, like a diver in foreign waters. One large hand tickled the golden hairs of her thigh. Another wandered through her hair. So many hands, so many bodies.
Meredith closed her eyes and experienced the world through her other senses. The fruity taste of Sheena’s mouth, the softness of her stomach, and the clean, musky scent of Richard’s natural cologne erased all traces of her rational mind. Richard’s hand gripped her hip so firmly that her pussy clenched. If only she could feel those rough male hands all over her body, but Sheena’s buttery flesh blocked the way.
Oh, but she couldn’t ask Sheena to move. With Sheena came the antique perfume of roses, whose satin skin kissed Meredith’s nipples. The pink rose brushed her thighs, teasing her, soft as butterfly wings. Sheena’s body pushed Meredith against Richard’s chest, and into his arms.
Richard infiltrated her roughly, with swift penetrations. This was how it felt to be fucked—wild, hard, intense. How could he possibly get so deep inside? He rammed his way through her whole body, it seemed, and she thrust against him with all her hidden fierceness. The motion was automatic. She felt gritty, the bad girl for once.
The tangy scent of animal sex cut the mingled aromas of roses and shower-clean masculinity in two. Sheena’s body began to writhe and gyrate. Her once-sweet kisses became as crazed as her body’s wild motion. She took Meredith in such a tight grasp that breathing became impossible.
Gasp!
What a relief when Sheena’s orgasm subsided. She released Meredith and sat upright, rose blossoms crumbling, to watch the final act. Ash had already closed his eyes at the far end of their makeshift bed.
Meredith could sense by the sound of Richard’s labored breathing that he was oh-so-close to orgasm. His arm tightened around her waist until she felt waifish, fragile, like he could pick her up with one finger. Richard might do anything to her, and what could she do about it? He encircled her legs with his. She was trapped in a cage of Richard’s hulking body. What would her husband think, seeing her like this?
Please, meddling brain, no thinking about Jeff right now! This had nothing to do with him. That she’d kissed lovely Sheena and fucked muscular Richard wasn’t a reflection on her marriage. In this blissful foursome, she’d experienced something new, found pleasure for herself, in her own body. If there were repercussions to come, she would deal with them later.
Right now, a dizzying euphoria overcame Meredith. Her senses burst to life. She was a body without a mind. She was the friction-warmed pussy embracing Richard’s cock and the erect nipples between his rough fingers. The desert of her skin became a flourish of daisies. Every cell awakened thanks to the pink rose Sheena ran like a feather duster over her tingling cheeks, lips, chest, stomach, thighs. Her mouth itched for excitement.
Whipping her head around, Meredith thrust her tongue into Richard’s mango-flavored mouth and ran a frenzied hand through his sweat-soaked hair. He kissed her firm and hard. Powerful. That mouth had all the vacuum of a black hole and its suction drew Meredith in, helpless.
The pressure of his big cock thrusting into her swollen pussy, of his large hand squeezing her breast and his tongue flailing madly against hers all created an urge to bear down. She felt full, full of energy, full of force. Grabbing Richard’s ass, Meredith pierced his tight flesh with long fingernails. Push and pull. Give and take. The desire to press down hard against that cock, get that fullness feeling out, became unbearable. When she pushed hard, hard, hard back against him, a volcano erupted in the depths of her pussy and exploded out through her throbbing lips. Solar systems exploded on the inside of her eyelids. Release came screaming out like a newborn child, seeing everything and nothing. Knowing everything and nothing. Warm bursts enveloped her center, spreading outward to her breasts, her cheeks, her arms, her toes.
After a moment of perfect bliss, Richard crept off the lounger and Meredith rolled onto her back, breathless but serene. The cover of tall trees overhead was backlit by the bright light of the sun, giving the green leaves the look of stained glass against the blue sky. Warmth overtook her body. All the immensity of the sky above was inside her. The vastness of the firmament expanded her chest, cleansed her lungs, with each inhalation of warm air. Relaxed and sleepy, breath slowing, she closed her eyes and the world turned soft pink.
Chapter Six
“Are you wearing sunblock?” Richard asked.
How sweet. Meredith pried open her lazy lids. “No, I didn’t plan on being in the sun for so long.”
Fetching a bottle from his bag, Richard said, “There’s a high UV rating today. Really, you should wear sunblock all the time. I even wear it in the winter, especially when I hit the slopes. The sun can do some serious damage, you know.”
Sheena turned away to snuggle with Ash as Richard handed Meredith the sunblock. A pang of disappointment struck her in the gut when he took a seat on the adjacent Muskoka chair. Was he not going to slather the lotion on her skin and run his hands all over her body?
Richard closed his eyes, face to the sky.
Sighing, Meredith splattered a glob of sunblock into her palm and smoothed some against her cheeks and nose. Men could be so clueless sometimes. A rumble of hunger followed the fleeting twinge of disenchantment. After all that exercise, she was famished.
In response to Meredith’s tummy growls, Joyce offered to make sandwiches. Normally, she would have been the first to offer assistance in the kitchen, but after the whole sunblock situation, she was a little peeved. Why couldn’t Richard go instead?
When Joyce rose from her seat
in the shade, she placed some strange kind of corded ball on the arm of her chair. “I’ll help,” Sheena offered. “Right after I get these wilted roses off my chest.”
The blooms affixed to her voluptuous breasts had lost all but a few of their petals. She winked at Meredith, who couldn’t conceal her blushing smile. Richard’s cock slept on his athletic thigh. The rise and fall of his chest was somehow hypnotic. How could she ever go back to her husband after being ravaged by the strapping Richard? What a body! It was silly of her to be annoyed with him over sunblock…
When Ash pushed another Muskoka chair over to their corner of the deck, balancing the fruit platter awkwardly in the dip of the seat, the scandal of the situation occurred to Meredith. She’d just had sex with a group of perfect strangers and now she lazed outdoors alongside a pair of naked men? Was this reality? Impossible. This must be the world of Alice, where nothing made perfect sense and everything was just this side of frightening.
“I love the hot summer weather,” Ash said. “It reminds me of my country.”
The weather comment reminded Meredith to rub some sunblock against her chest and stomach. “Joyce said you’re from Sevidlam. What’s it like there?”
“It’s a tropical paradise,” Richard said, shielding his eyes from the sun.
“I’m surprised you still think so. Joyce told me you got arrested there.” Meredith stopped rubbing the sunblock. Sure, Joyce hadn’t said this story was confidential, but it was more than likely a secret.
To Meredith’s relief, the muscular blond only laughed. “Legal troubles aside, Sevidlam is a beautiful place. White sand, turquoise ocean sparkling like a gem…” He gazed into the treetops. “I could wade in that warm water for all eternity. The tropical fruits are juicy and fresh, and the people are very friendly, for the most part. Most of Sevidlam’s inhabitants are congenial folks like Ash and Sheena, who love the natural beauty and tranquility of the islands, but disagree with certain government policies. Unfortunately, those who run the county don’t share the beliefs of the majority. It’s not exactly a democratic place to live. Still, I’d go back to Sevidlam in a second if their government hadn’t issued a lifetime ban against me.”
“A lifetime ban?” Meredith squealed. And she’d thought it the height of gossip when Joey Lindbeck was banned from the video store! “What on earth did you do to get banned from an entire country?”
Richard looked at Ash, who gazed back at Richard. Meredith tried to decipher the code of their stares, to no avail. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want,” she back peddled, ashamed of her nosiness. “I shouldn’t have asked. It’s none of my business.”
“I don’t mind.” Richard shrugged. “I’ve told this story so many times I figured everybody’d already heard it.” Stealing the sunblock from Meredith, he squeezed some white lotion against his strong chest, rubbing it in. “I’d heard the island nation of Sevidlam was a paradise on earth, so I took my vacation there years ago. There isn’t a more relaxing spot on the planet, as far as I’ve seen.”
“Sounds lovely,” Meredith said.
“Oh, it is. My friends who’d been there before gave me only one warning: the government is very strict, so don’t engage in what they term, ‘immoral acts.’ At least, not outside of the resort.”
Ash interrupted, “The authorities turn a blind eye to prohibited acts taking place on resort grounds. To the government of Sevidlam, there is only one priority higher than morality, and that is money. Sevidlam’s economy is driven by its tourism industry. They do not wish to bite the hands that feed them. I know these things because I used to work for the Sevidlam government’s department of foreign affairs. As part of my job, I defended foreign citizens when they were accused of crimes in our country. Did Joyce tell you I am a lawyer?”
“She didn’t,” replied Meredith. “Do you practice law here?”
“No. Would you believe my degrees are not recognized in this country? Not yet, at least. I wish to practice immigration law here and help refugees as they adjust to their new environment. It was not so long ago that Sheena and I were newcomers to Canada.”
“Yes, we’re all very impressed by your big important law degrees,” Richard interrupted, with a teasing smile. “Now would you mind letting me get on with my story?”
“Well, it is my story too,” Ash replied with a self-righteous air.
“We’re not at that part yet.” Richard turned to catch Meredith staring. That delicious body, with its angular contours, represented constant and undeniable temptation. “Anyway, Meredith, I spent the first five days of my vacation within the resort grounds. I lounged in the sun, swam, hung out in the clubs, played a little beach volleyball and made some new friends along the way. By my sixth day, I’d developed a hankering for life outside the resort. I’ve always been interested in people, and I wanted to meet some of the residents of Sevidlam, get to know what they’re all about.”
“The islanders speak a number of languages,” Ash said. “And nearly everyone in Sevidlam learns English.”
“Right, so I knew I’d have no problem communicating. On the sixth evening, I left the resort to wander the beaches. After hours of aimless roving, I arrived at a crazy celebration. A young couple and their family and friends had a naming ceremony for their child earlier in the day, and it developed into a wild party by the time I got there.”
“You see, Meredith,” Ash interrupted once again, “the naming policies in Sevidlam are very strict. A child’s name must adhere to certain regulations or the government will consider the name offensive and withhold the child’s birth certificate. That, or they will issue the child a birth certificate with a name randomly chosen from the Acceptable Names List.”
“Wow,” Meredith uttered. Were Thomas and Jane on the list, or would her children have been denied birth certificates? “I’ve never heard anything about this. You’re not pulling my leg, are you?”
“Well, with everything going on in the world, these injustices do not make the news reports,” Ash answered. “Our dictatorial government imposed the name regulations upon the people of Sevidlam. We do not adhere to them. During naming ceremonies, such as the one Richard encountered, we give children their illegal family names. These are the names people go by at home and in their communities, but they do not appear on the child’s birth certificate. We in Sevidlam never realized how important our family names were until the government took them away from us.”
“But, Ash, if you didn’t believe in your country’s government, why did you work for them?”
Ash sat in silence, turning his gaze skyward. Goodness gracious, her prying had offended the kind man! Why couldn’t she keep her accusatory questions to herself?
“Richard, why don’t you finish your story?” Ash suggested.
“Sure.” He snapped the lid closed on his bottle of sun block. “So, I found myself in the middle of this insane party. Everybody was dancing and singing along with Beatles and Michael Jackson songs playing on this old-school transistor radio, which was hilarious. There I was on a remote tropical island and still no escaping modern culture. The partygoers were very welcoming. The more the merrier, they said, and when a hot young islander approached me, I forgot my friends’ warnings to behave. The man was a dream, with skin the color of caramel and eyes like black coffee, hair black as a starless night. A few inches shorter than me, but strong as an ox.”
“You speak so nicely, Richard,” Meredith gushed as his deep voice caused sensuous vibrations in the pit of her stomach.
“My grandmother was an elocutionist,” he explained, but Meredith wasn’t sure what hair removal had to do with telling a good story. “Anyway, by that time it was past nightfall and just about everyone was drunk on this concoction the young man offered me. I’m not sure what that stuff was, but it was very sweet and very potent. One cup and I was, well, affected, shall we say? I tried to talk with the islander, but my words got muddled and, anyway, talking clearly wasn’t what he had in mind.
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bsp; “He led me down a secluded path that overlooked the ocean. Basically, he told me he wanted to give me a night to remember. The concoction had me feeling even more frisky than inebriated, so I was ready for anything. It would’ve been wise to say no, but how could I resist? The guy was red-hot and ready.
“I was rock solid by the time he tore off my bathing trunks and sank to his knees. ‘I’ve always wanted to suck a white cock,’ he told me. Why argue, right? He took my stiff rod in his mouth, and his tongue undulated against my shaft. Never in my life had I received such an enthusiastic blowjob. Man, I was harder than hard. I remember every second of it, though the rest of the evening is still a little fuzzy.
“This guy gave head like an art form. When I ran my hands through his hair, he moaned like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. That got me even harder. I always need to know my partner’s as turned on as I am, or what’s the point? If it’s not fun for him, it’s no good for me either, but it seemed like this guy really got off on blowing me. He latched onto my thighs. Those little hands were mighty strong. The islander reached up and squeezed my nipples, which sent me reeling. Variety is the spice, right? Then he ran his thick little fingers down my ass and tickled my hole. Oh, I thought I would come right then, but I held back.
“The guy encircled the base of my shaft with one hand and pumped it while he sucked hard on my cock. He grasped my balls until the pleasure grew so intense my legs could hardly support me. While he sucked, he made these mmm noises like my cock was the most delicious thing he’d ever put in his mouth. I couldn’t help it at that point. I had to get my whole shaft in his mouth, and he took it. I fucked his throat until he pressed back against my thighs, then he sucked my cock like a mango pit, and he wanted every last drop of juice.
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