Gwen surprises me by pushing back at me harder. She jolts forward and backward, mouth-fucking Kevin, pussy-fucking me, shoving against both of us. She’s a fucking animal.
It’s an incredible transformation from the quiet, seemingly demure woman I first saw by the pool. Sure, I had fantasized about her back then. But I had no idea that she’d do this. And I’m deeply grateful that she feels comfortable with us to let the animal in her out. I bet she’ll never forget this experience.
Nor will I. It’s one of those many times I try to burn the sensations into my memory. The feelings of fucking her and clutching her ass. Sounds of hot flesh pap-pap-papping against each other fills the room: My loins against this amazing ass. The sounds from the face-fucking are wetter and sloppier.
Tara moans as she masturbates. Kevin grunts as he plunges his dick into his girlfriend’s mouth. Gwen lets out a muffled “Mmpf! Mmpf! Mmpf!” as her mouth and pussy get stuffed with cock, over and over, in delirious cycles.
Thankfully, Kevin lasts pretty long. I feared he would pop immediately. But no, he pumps Gwen’s mouth for a good while before grunting even louder: “Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck!”
I reply by fucking even harder. Give it hard and fast to Gwen as warm loads are shooting into her mouth. Give her the sensation of all this cock meat in her as I furiously pound her sweet pussy and her boyfriend spurts his come into her mouth, down her throat like she demanded.
Kevin’s exclamations die down. He looks tired and spent. I still pound away at his girlfriend, squeezing Gwen’s gloriously tight ass and heaving my cock into her wet cunt. She keeps pushing back at me, still the fuck animal, letting out a cry with each thrust.
That’s when Tara nudges Kevin to the side and spreads her legs before Gwen and asks, “How ’bout some pussy, honey?”
Which gets a laugh from everyone except Gwen, who dives down, between my wife’s legs. From how Gwen’s head tilts left and right swiftly, she’s eating out Tara with passion and eagerness.
Kevin joins in by grabbing hold of Tara’s tits and sucking on them, matching Gwen’s fiery enthusiasm.
Tara’s moans rise up at this onslaught of adoration from Gwen and Kevin. Soon, Tara’s exclamations take over where Kevin had left his. “Yes, yes, yes! Lick that pussy! Oh God, yesss!”
You’ve got to hand it to Gwen. She’s responsible for giving Kevin and Tara orgasms. All while getting rammed from behind. She’s cute and daring and savage with good friends she feels comfortable with. She arches her back, looking up at the ceiling, and she’s panting as I pound her.
Unfortunately, though, Gwen needs a break from my fucking. “Too much,” she moans to me. “Please stop, Steve. Please. It’s too much right now.”
Tara pipes up with a suggestion for a new position. So I lie on my back on the bed. Tara climbs aboard me, sinks her pussy on my throbbing cock.
Gwen lays to my side, with her legs wrapped around my head like in some wrestling move. I lap at the pussy I had just pounded. I don’t want her to sit on my face like last night, because I want to see her face as she peaks.
And peak she does. It’s a wonderful orgasmic song. With her eyebrows bunched together and her eyes searing into my eyes. Just like Tara does. I love that look. When Gwen’s orgasm is all over, she loosens the vice grip of her thighs, and she stretches out on the bed.
Kevin lays next to her and smiles at her. He’s clearly pleased about the bliss coursing through her.
I’m left with an unobstructed view of my wife on top of me. Her hips humping, tits bouncing, hair flopping. Tara rides me like she’s dancing to a tune I can’t hear. A rhythm all her own. A dance of sweat and pleasure and moans.
She knows exactly when I’m about to burst—all that experience she has with me. In a flash, she’s off me. Suddenly, she’s laying between my legs, with her face just above my cock. Her fingers wrap around my shaft. Her tongue presses against the underside of my dickhead. Her mouth is wide open. Her eyes dance with wicked delight.
White lines of my come launch and plop on her face. One makes it over her forehead, laying a creamy string on her hair. When I’m all finished, she has a few lines of my come criss-crossing her nose and cheeks. Her lips wrap around my happy member, and she sucks the come that ekes out with my fading pulses of pleasure.
“Mmm,” she says. “You had a lot to give, hubbie dear.”
“Oh my God,” Gwen softly adds. “Look at that.” I gaze over at Gwen, and she’s staring, flabbergasted, at the comed-on face of my wife.
Tara laughs. “Let me guess. You’ve never had a facial?”
“No,” Gwen says. “I never have.”
“Could be another first for you,” Tara replies. “It makes me feel wonderfully naughty. But no pressure.” She gets up and heads to the bathroom to wash her face.
And then we relax. The mood shifts easily from the wild fucking to simply hanging out. With this couple, it feels effortless. Nobody’s trying too hard to have a good time. We had just fucked our brains out, and it’s time to simply sit back and have fun at another speed.
It’s another night capped by the four of us sitting on the balcony, feeling the night air, and listening to the waves of the Caribbean softly roll in, and sipping spiced rum with 7-Up, and talking. Talking about the sex we’d had yesterday and today. Talking about how beautiful it all felt. Talking about the firsts that Gwen and Kevin have done.
We wonder how many other guests in the resort are having a sex party like us. It’s natural to figure that lots of couples are making love in Lujuria tonight. But how many are doing it with another couple?
We feel lucky to have found each other. This feels comfy and easy and wonderful.
As does going to sleep, all four of us, in the big honeymoon bed.
*****
No morning sex for us the next day. We decide to take a break and go right to breakfast. At the restaurant, we eat like we haven’t had a bite in days.
As we eat, I notice that Savannah and Luke are still missing. The sadness of not patching things up with them isn’t as strong as it was before. It’s mellowing out.
I notice that Kevin’s plate isn’t loaded down with bacon and hashed-brown potatoes, like it was the first breakfast we had together. His plate has lightened up, with yogurt and fresh fruit. There are a couple strips of bacon next to the pineapple, and I can’t blame him for those. But it’s much less bacon than before. I smile with the discovery that his plate looks more like mine.
We realize that today is our last full day at Lujuria. Both of us couples are flying out tomorrow. So we toast to each other with orange juice and promise to have a day that we’ll never forget. Which is no problem for me. I’ll never forget this whole trip. And I bet the others won’t forget it, too.
I remember last night, the four of us on the balcony, and wondering how many other guests were having a small orgy like ours. It’s impossible to tell. Sure, there are couples who have made friends with other couples. But that might be simply drinking together and hanging out at the pool and the beach. Which doesn’t always involve a bathing suit.
That makes me think of Lujuria’s policy of clothing optional, but no public sex. All the luscious skin on the beach makes for heightened arousal. Hell, men get turned on simply by women in bikinis. And women are surely turned on by fit guys in swimsuits. Then all that lust is taken out on their spouse—or dating partner—back in the hotel room.
But it makes one wonder: How many foursomes spontaneously ignite because of the sexy skin on the resort? It’s easy to imagine a couple sitting next to another couple and appreciating their bodies. Conversation starts, drinks are tipped back, one thing leads to another, and suddenly the four of you are in one of your rooms with your dick in someone else’s wife.
I bet it happens.
These thoughts make me look around the restaurant and guess which couples have hooked up like that. None jump immediately out. But then, this is breakfast—and the beach would be another
story. That’s where the flirting and wild ideas would start.
On the flip side, I ask myself how many other guests are suspicious of us? We’ve been as thick as thieves with Kevin and Gwen for more than two days now. Everyone has seen us splashing in the pool together and lounging in the sun as a group. We’ve eaten breakfast together for three days in a row. Does anyone imagine that we’re doing more than that? Do they look at us laughing and chatting up a storm and think we’re sleeping together?
Those question tickle at me. I gaze around the restaurant, but don’t see anyone looking at us with suspicions of swinging.
Part of me wants them to wonder about the four of us, how intimate we are. I like our secret, but I also like the idea of people creating fantasies of us having group sex.
Because those fantasies are true.
Back in the honeymoon suite, we start slowly. Kissing and taking off another’s clothes. No rushing. Our full bellies have made us a bit drowsy, so we’re not moving fast.
I adore kissing Gwen, the taste of her lips. Sliding off her t-shirt and unhooking her bra. Feeling her hands on my stomach and chest. Unbuttoning her shorts and exploring the warmth between her legs. Feeling her hand clasp my already hard cock. Kissing her all over: toes … thighs … pussy … belly … nipples … neck … lips. Gwen returning the favor, softly kissing me all over my body, creating goosebumps and shivers, swirling her tongue around my dickhead.
Then I settle above her and ease my cock into her pussy, with her eyes looking at me with such tenderness. That’s when I realize she’s fallen in love with Tara and me, as friends and lovers.
I’ve fallen in love with her, too. It’s a much different love than what I feel for Tara, that deep and glorious love I have for my wife. Gwen is a beautiful woman I’ve met on my journey. I’m enjoying our time together, just as Tara’s enjoying time with Kevin.
When this is all over, I’ll go back to Tara. There is no doubt in my mind about that. Our swinging days are nearly finished, and I’m fine with the closure. But before these days wrap up, I’m going to wrap myself in love and bliss. Softly, smoothly, I make love to Gwen.
Next to us, Kevin and Tara are doing the same thing. Soft and smooth, moans and gasps, bodies sliding against each other.
Gwen reaches over and taps on Tara’s shoulder. “Would you let me know when he’s close?” she asks. “I want to make him finish.”
Tara nods, says she’ll do that. What have these two cooked up? But that question slips from my mind as I kiss Gwen and slide inside her. We kiss and kiss as our bodies move in beautiful motion. I lower down and suckle her nipples as she holds her breasts for me.
After awhile, we switch to a new position. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet on the floor. Gwen faces away from me and sits down on my cock. She holds my knees for balance and humps me. It’s lap riding, with her back to me.
Again, I’m treated to the view of her lovely ass. Gwen looks great from all sides. From the front, you get her cute face and perky breasts and slice of pubic hair. From the profile, you get her lithe legs and the tight curve of her ass. From the rear, you get both cheeks of her hot ass and the graceful curve of her back. It’s this last view that I now get to appreciate as she humps my lap, her gorgeous body softy lowering and rising.
Tara and Kevin are watching us as they fuck, too. They’re laying on their sides. Kevin’s fucking her from behind, his arm hugging her and squeezing her tits. Which gives me an idea. I reach around Gwen and cup her tits with both of my hands. Now I can feel her firm tits and her warm, wet pussy at the same time.
I enjoy the feeling and view of Gwen for good, long time. This is a bit like yesterday’s doggy-style, but now I don’t have to do the work. Generous of Gwen to take over for me.
“Your man’s ready.” Tara’s voice calls over.
Gwen whisks off me. One second, she’s pushing her pussy down my shaft, the next second she’s gone. I miss her immediately.
She settles between Kevin’s legs. He’s sitting against the headboard. I guess Tara had been riding on his lap. Now his girlfriend’s laying before him, jerking his cock and looking up at him. Kevin stares back at her, his face twisted in mounting pleasure. When he bursts in a loud grunt, a rope of come shoots up and lands on Gwen’s forehead.
“Close your eyes, honey,” Tara suggests.
Gwen does that as more come lands on her face. She flinches with each spurt, but I’ve seen seasoned pros flinch at Strathmore. Gwen does a damn good job taking her first facial.
“Oh fuck,” Kevin gasps, staring at his girlfriend’s face in a state that he’s never seen before.
Gwen’s eyes blink open to see Kevin’s reaction. She licks off the come oozing from his dick and sucks on the top of his helmet.
Once done, she backs up, and her face is all lit up. She gushes, “Oh my God! It feels like there’s so much come on my face! It’s all warm, and it’s everywhere.”
“Holy shit, baby,” Kevin says, his voice full of excitement. “I can’t believe you did that! Baby, I’m really impressed.”
“Yeah?” Gwen asks. “You liked it?”
“Are you kidding? Fuck yeah, I liked it. I fucking loved it. That was one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever seen.”
Gwen beams, overjoyed and proud. She should be. It’s not everyday you hear your lover say that.
“You might want to wash it off before it dries,” Tara says. “It gets really hard when it dries.”
Gwen nods, winks at Kevin, and heads for the bathroom.
Tara heads for me and climbs aboard my lap, taking over where Gwen used to be before she took a facial from her boyfriend. But Tara faces me, where Gwen was facing away. I sigh with gratitude as Tara’s wet, warm sheath covers my erection.
She asks, “Can you handle your wife on you? Not sick of me yet?”
“No way,” I reply. “No fucking way.”
My wife rides me slowly at first, and then she builds up speed. Her boobs flop and bounce. Her ass slaps my thighs. Her silky cunt slides beautifully against my cock.
Someone sits on the bed behind me. I feel Gwen’s tits smush against my back. Her arms and hands arrive on either side of me as if by magic. They caress my chest and stomach.
“Mmm,” Gwen whispers against my ear. “Married sex.”
Tara asks, “And what do you think?”
“Pretty fucking hot,” Gwen answers. “I can only hope to have sex like this when I get married.”
“Huh?” Kevin, behind us, asks. “What’re you talking about marriage for?” The word getting a twist as he says it.
“Oh, never mind,” Gwen says and licks the back curve of my ear.
“Piece of advice,” I say, jumping into the fray. “You meet someone you click so well with, you marry her. Lots of people out there haven’t found love. You’ve found it. I can tell. It’s obvious with you two. I’m not saying you have to marry her. But if you don’t, you’re missing out on a lifetime of happiness.”
Tara smiles down at me. Her face is glowing.
“Oh yeah?” Kevin asks. “You think so, huh?”
“No,” I reply. “I know so. I don’t think you should let this one go.”
“Huh. Okay.”
I don’t push the matter any more. It’s not the time for that. Feels surreal to dispense marital advice to a couple that we’ve introduced to partner swapping.
“Thank you,” Gwen whispers. Her lips are so close to my ear, they slide on my skin. “You’re wonderful for saying that. And I love your cock.” Her tongue swirls inside my ear, making me squirm.
I wonder if Kevin heard her. I doubt it, since her voice was so low.
“I love you,” Tara whispers down to me.
Which all fills me with tremendous joy. And I simply wanted to pass on hard-earned advice to Kevin.
Then we’re done talking about marriage, and it’s back to sex.
Gwen, who’s still behind me, reaches do
wn and finds Tara’s clitoris. Gwen’s thumb rubs the hot button as Tara keeps riding me. All I need to do is keep still and watch—and I can easily manage that. I watch as Tara’s boobs bounce. I feel Gwen’s tits press against my back.
The fucking and bouncing and Gwen’s boobs and Gwen nibbling on my ear—all of it feels so damn good that before long, I’m shooting come into my wife’s pussy as ecstasy washes through me.
Once I start spurting, Tara stops her energetic humping and grinds down on me. Gwen’s thumb keeps rubbing Tara’s clit, and victory is reached as Tara cries out in her own orgasm.
Gwen impresses the hell out of me. She’s been a bold participant, not a wallflower in our swinging sex. She’s achieved several firsts for herself, and she’s joined in where she could’ve just watched.
Tara and I chose very well with this sweet—and courageous—couple.
We shower, clean off the sex from our bodies, and we decide to hit the beach. Since this is our last full day together, we opt for relaxing at the resort, rather than have another adventure. The hike to the waterfall and the snorkeling trip were great fun, but we figure that we’ll take it easy today. Just lounge around.
We’ll follow that lounging with a celebration at the nicer restaurant. It’s something the four of us haven’t done together, since we’ve eaten two dinners in a row at the bar by the pool. But tonight, we don’t want the quicker option for dinner. And after a sumptuous meal at the fancy restaurant, we plan on having one last night of mind-blowing sex in the honeymoon suite.
It’s a good plan.
We grab suntan lotion and water bottles, then we head for the beach. During our walk on the path, they hit me.
Boobs.
Not just any boobs. Big, melon-sized tits. Majestic and naked. On display for all to see.
Savannah’s tits stop me in my tracks. I’m at the pool area, with the purpose of walking around the side and continuing on the path to the beach. But there’s no continuing right now. I’m frozen by the sight of Savannah. She’s stretched out on a lounge chair. And there they are. Those beautiful tits.
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