Dear Reader -- firstly my apologies -- I posted CRACK ON THE BEACH part one sometime ago, and now I am unable to locate part 2 -- it is up in the cloud somewhere, as they say. However, the story continues -- Shy has succumbed to her step-sisters demands for anal sex and masturbation whilst Hubby enjoys participating. In their Island environment, the ladies have now decided to entertain the young maid. I will post further excerpts shortly -- I really, really look forward to your emails and comments and suggestion so please don't hesitate to contact. Many thanks.
Shy, my wife and her older step-sister, Cee, returned from their shopping spree just before midday. As always, the island's heat was relentless at that time of time and I'd taken refuge in the pool and was in the process of opening beer number two. They were laden with parcels and giggling like school girls. I'm sure a few glasses of wine had already been partaken. They waved when they saw me and disappeared into the chalet, parcels swinging by their sides.
I'd spent the last hour musing over the events the night before -- their energy, their greed, tongues between bum cheeks, licking and biting, the gripping and twisting of nipples, of their limbs entwined. Waking up to find them frigging one another. Selfishly, I was in heaven and the low pulse in my groin was a reminder of past events, and, hopefully, a hint toward the future.
We still had five days on the Island and, as I was told early this morning, the women had planned a shopping trip to entice Pat, our daily maid, to enjoy...to enjoy what? Frankly, I didn't have a clue. Cee had an idea but it hadn't been shared. Pat was in her early twenties, but looked much younger, almost boyish. She was Thai, her long and dark, her smile full, her body pert. What was I to do? Say no?
After a few minutes, Shy stepped out of the chalet and headed poolside. She was barefoot and was wearing a bright red mini-dress that barely covered her private parts. She wore her bikini top that showed her ample breasts and, for a woman in her late fifties, her suntanned legs were strong and without fat. She smiled coyly at me as I lifted myself out of the small pool. I could see that she was naked beneath the short skirt, her pubic hairs showing.
"I'm mutton dressed as lamb," she said, then blew air into her clasped hands. "God, what am I doing? What the fuck are we all doing!?"
"Losing our inhibitions," I told her, glancing at how her dress had ridden up her thighs as she sat down on the edge of the recliner. I was still standing, beer in one hand, and I found myself slipping my hand beneath my swimming costume.
"That's one way of saying it! "Shy replied, aware of what my hand was doing.
"So what did you buy Pat?" I asked.
"Just stuff...a surprise."
"She's young you know?"
"She's twenty -- she told Cee that. Anyway, we just want to see her bum...Cee does anyway! "
I smiled. "Don't you as well?"
"Mmmm...maybe...," she replied, blushing a little and sipped from her glass of wine.
I looked around the area -- in the distance, the ocean glistened, and the nearby chalet was quiet. No people were in the vicinity. I fondled my cock.
"How's your bum? "I asked with a smile. After Cee's manipulations last night, I'm sure it was tender as hell.
She watched my hand at work. "Tingling, "she said quietly. " Warm...and a little sore."
"Mm. Nice. Let me see it. Just turn over and lift your dress."
"What? Now? Here?"
"Nobody is about. I checked. Not that it would matter, would it? "
Shy grinned. "No, no I suppose not," she said and rolled onto her stomach. She lifted up her short skirt, exposing those lovely mounds. I could see some faint, pink scratches on her flesh left there by Cee's handiwork the night before. "Open your cheeks," I told her, my one hand fondling the tip of my cock. She did and her rosebud stared back at me...tender I thought.
"My, my...what have I been missing?" Cee asked as she approached us from the chalet, a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. Shy began to turn over. "Don't stop, Shy -- you too Hubby. I may want to join you shortly..."
Shy, her hand resting between her bum cheeks, looked over her shoulder. "What on earth are you wearing, Cee?" she asked her older stepsister.
Cee grinned as she poured the wine. "My Pat clothes," she explained with a flourish. She was wearing the smallest, tightest pair of bright, satin shorts and a bikini top I'd seen in a while. The last time I'd seen shorts like that, was on the street girls in Bangkok! The material had already crept into the valley of her vagina and arse -- the mounds of her pussy were clearly, enticingly visible. "I called reception -- Pat will be here in an hour...move over, Shy..."
Cee handed Shy a glass of wine and then lay down beside her on her stomach.
"You are so, so bad," Shy told Cee as she raised herself on her elbows and gulped at her wine. Her bum was still bare, the mounds shifting as she moved, taut, occasionally tensing then relaxing. I stayed where I was, beer in one hand, and cock in another. What a sight.
"Oh hush, you," Cee told Shy and run her hand quickly over her step-sister's backside. "We have sun, we have Pat, we have last night...and we have your hubby. What more do we need?" She looked over her shoulder at me. "Do you want to join in, Hubby?"
I chuckled. "Join in with what exactly, Cee?" I asked.
"My question exactly," Shy mumbled.
"There's some lotion in my beach bag. Bring it over."
I did as I was instructed. Armed with the small bottle of lotion, I approached Cee and Shy. Cee, without hesitation, raised her bum off the recliner, and pulled down her shorts revealing her bum crack; the crack that I had enjoyed fingering the night before. "Don't be shy, Hubby...oil me up...gently though...a bit sensitive...your wife has long nails..."
"Ha, speak for yourself," Shy told Cee with a laugh. I glanced her way and saw that she was watching attentively as I opened the lotion and poured a dollop into Cee's crack. Cee's right hand went between her bum cheeks and started massaging the oil into her flesh. I glanced at Shy -- she was mesmerized by the movement of Cee's hand...it stroked and massaged, soothing the area...she lifted up her bum, exposing more.
"Come join in...nice and relaxing..." Cee told us quietly, her voice a little out of breath as she turned onto her right shoulder, displaying the valley of her bum and the movement of her fingers to Cee.
I leant over and squeezed a dollop of the lotion into my wife's bum crack. Her muscles stiffened, her eyes on her step-sister...slowly she brought one hand over her bum cheeks, her eyes shifting between Cee and I -- I shrugged, smiled, my cock already stiffening. Just go with the flow...
"Do you like what you see?" Cee asked...her fingers spreading her arse crack...
"Mmmm..." Shy replied, her eyes fixed.
"I hope Pat will like it too..."
"God, you aren't going to do this with Pat are you?" Shy asked, but I did notice her hand strengthening between her bum cheeks, adding pressure, perhaps the mere idea of Pat causing the reaction.
"No...WE are!! Now turn on your side, Shy...so I can see," Cee said, the action with her fingers getting stronger. Shy rolled onto her right, displaying are arse to her step-sister, her crack. "Delicious...just massage slowly..." Cee looked at me. "Get between us Hubby. Use some lotion. So we can both see you..."
I didn't need to be asked twice -- the sight of these two women caressing their arses was enough of a bribe. I kept my eyes on them both as they massaged their clefts...fingers stopping, probing just a little. "Do it slowly..." Cee told her step-sister. "Think of Pat...she has small fingers...Mmmm. Yes, like that..."
I went between the two women and got down on my knees and pulled my costume down, revealing my bum to them. I fed some lotion onto my right hand and spread it between my bum cheeks -- I'd lost all inhibitions by now. I think we all had. I began running my fingers up and down, using the oil.
"Nice," muttered Cee. I looked over my shoulder -- she was propped up on one elbow, bum up, and the other hand deep in her crack. Shy was similar, her eyes closed, thoughts fixed on her fingers as she caressed and dug. I followed her, using my index fingers, feeling the muscle go taut, then relax as I inserted...
"God..." That was from Cee...she was getting rough with her hand now and Shy was watching. Our hands worked almost in unison, massaging and probing...
For the voyeur, if there had been one (perhaps there was?) the sight he or she would be watching was, I think, both eccentric and erotic. Three mature adults, two females and a male, their bums in the sun, enjoying an anal massage. No vaginas being touched, no penis. Just fingers searching and exploring.
Then the doorbell rang.
"Shit," I said and hiked up my bathing costume. Cee quickly rolled onto her back, hiking down her skirt and, flustered, got to her feet, her cheeks flushed.
"Relax," Cee told us as she stood up, picked up a glass of wine and pulled up her skimpy shorts, her bum cheeks still glistening with the oil. "I'll let her in. Come on, Shy..."
Shy looked at me, the slight breeze tugging at her short skirt, revealing her bush. "I...Oh Shit...what are we doing!?" she asked, grabbing her glass of wine and gulping it.
"Enjoy," I told her, trying to hide my erection. "I'll follow."
Shaking her head, she followed Cee into the chalet. "We're all mad, bloody mad," she told no-one, her thighs silver with oil.
I took a deep breath, opened a beer, and slowly made my way toward the chalet window. I didn't want to crowd Pat and the ladies...especially Pat. Yesterday she had been forced (?) to witness both Cee and Shy's exhibitionism -- Cee bending over in front of her and Shy revealing her breasts to her. Who knows what was going through the maid's mind at this point! From my vantage point, I could see Cee lead Pat into the chalet from the hallway...Shy hovered. Pat was wearing her traditional maid's outfit, a sarong, her physical shape hidden beneath the flowing material. Her housekeeping materials were parked on the porch.
"...we're having a girl's day today, Pat! See, all dressed up...," Cee was explaining to Pat and as an added flourish, Cee spun on her bare heels, showing off her outfit that barely hid her vagina. "You like?"
Pat dropped her eyes to the floor. "Yes, thank you..."
"Shy...show Pat your outfit...come on! "
I saw my wife, in the doorway, step forward. "Hello, Pat..."
"Good afternoon."
Cee took center stage. "Come on, Shy, do a spin."
Shy did -- she twirled once, Pat watching, and the short skirt rode up mid-buttocks, showing her bush. Pat, this time, didn't drop her eyes. I noticed that as soon as Shy had shown her presence, Pat couldn't keep her eyes off her.
Cee sipped her wine. "How long can you stay with us?" she asked Pat, glancing toward Shy. "Do you have other rooms to clean?"
Pat shook her head, her eyes dancing between Cee and Shy. "This is my last for today. But then I must go home."
"That would be very sad," Cee told her. "Aren't I right, Shy?"
I realized then that Cee, too, had sensed Pat's interest in my wife and, Cee being Cee, was using it. Shy looked at Cee and Cee used her body language to prompt her.
"Just an hour longer, Pat?" Shy asked the maid.
Finally, with a smile, Pat nodded.
"Wonderful, Pat! The day is ours!"
"I must clean the rooms please..."
"Of course, but we will help you. First, how about a glass of wine? Shy will fetch us a new bottle from the fridge. Is that okay?"
Pat eyed my wife who smiled in return. "One glass?" asked Shy.
Again, Pat nodded, her almond eyes fixed on Shy as Shy headed toward the mini-bar. The fridge was low on the ground so Shy had to bend over to open it. I saw her hesitate but she knew Pat's eyes were on her, that Cee had sent her to get the wine for a reason.
Shy bent over revealing her herself to Pat. The short skirt hiked up over her buttocks, revealing her vagina, her pubic hair, the crack of her arse that still showed signs of the lotion and a little redness. Shy hovered there, shifted on her feet so her buttocks clenched, then relaxed. She dug out the bottle of wine, and turned with a flourish. I saw that her cheeks were a bright red, but I saw, too, a new look in her eyes -- her moment of exhibition had restored the hunger, the curiosity.
"Here we go, Pat!!" she called out and began to open the bottle, her eyes now locked on Pat. Cee grinned. The ice had been broken.
"Let's get Pat dressed!" announced Cee and without hesitation she took Pat by the hand and led her to the main bedroom. Shy followed, wine and glasses in hand.
I changed my position and swapped windows. From here I could see into the main bedroom. I glanced over my shoulder. Nobody about. I snuck my hand deep into the front of my swimming costume.
Pat giggled girlishly when she saw what was spread out on the bed. There were three or four outfits, each as skimpier and as revealing as the other -- brightly colored, the brassieres minute, the panties almost the size of tissue paper.
Pat put her hands over her mouth. "Too small!" she exclaimed.
"Oh nonsense, "Cee said and pirouetted. " Look at mine! So -- which one do you like? Hell, you can try them all on and then we will clean together."
Pat looked at Shy and Shy grinned. " I like the red...but have some wine first."
Meekly, Pat took the glass and sipped as her eyes roamed over the outfit and then back to Shy. Cee picked up the red outfit -- a thong and a see-thru brassiere.
"I agree with Shy -- put this on and we'll help clean, then we can all relax. Do you like to swim? "
Pat nodded. Another gulp of wine. Cee and Shy poured a glass each...
"I will change in the bathroom," Pat finally announced.
"Oh rubbish, Pat -- we're all women here...no need to be worried," Cee said. "Here, I'll hold your glass."
Still Pat was hesitant. She sipped from her glass, eyes downcast.
"Would it be better if Shy undressed with you? Then you can dress together?" Cee asked, her voice a little husky. What the Hell!? Where was Cee getting this from? It was if she had rehearsed this; as if she was playing out a premediated fantasy. I saw Shy's eyes widen...
"Yes, thank you," whispered Pat and Cee took her glass from her, her eyes locked on my wife's. The challenge was there and Shy's response was to gulp down her wine -- she had to be careful with that. Shy and too much wine put her into a place of no return, of being comatose, as Cee had discovered a few nights before. Shy drunk, became a mannequin. To be probed and fondled at will.
Shy went for her bikini top first. Her hands were shaking as she fiddled with the clasp. Pat kept watching and Cee took a step beside Pat, closer to Shy. I drifted away from the window, went to the open door where the view was better.
Shy dropped her bikini top and her breasts hung free, white against her tan. Already her nipples were stiff, pointed. Shy lifted up her hands to cover them, then thought against it. "Ta Da," she said with a forced smile, her nerves showing.
Pat raised her small hands and covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes wide.
"She has incredible nipples, doesn't she Pat?" asked Cee and without hesitation, Cee reached over and ran her hands over Shy's nipples. Shy sucked in her breath as her nipples responded, springing back.
"Cee!! Not in front of Pat!!"
"Nonsense -- you don't mind, do you Pat?" Cee teased, offering Shy a sip of wine. Shy drank, her breasts moving freely. She finished the glass and Cee poured another -- Cee glanced my way, and winked. I winked in return. The game had begun.
Pat shook her head, mesmerized.
"Have another gulp, Shy...time to get naked for Pat!" Cee said and handed Shy a full glass. Shy drank quickly, already a little unstable on her legs. "Sit on the bed Pat. Much better view. Then it's your turn!"
"Where's Hubby?" Shy asked.
"Enjoying," Cee answered. "Naked time..."
"You are so, so bad," Shy mumbled with a grin and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her skirt. "Your turn soon, Cee," Shy told her step-sister, and dropped her skirt, Pat only meters away. Shy stood profile to Pat and Cee and as she reached for her glass of wine, I saw Cee run her hand over her own breasts, saw her tweak her own nipples. Pat was mummified, her eyes glued as Shy turned and faced her, her vagina and pert nipples within touching distance. Shy kept her eyes on Pat as she gulped her wine.
"Come join me, Pat," Shy said, her words drifting, inebriation setting in. Cee's fingers again strayed to her nipples beneath the bikini top she wore. Strayed and fidgeted as Pat stood up. Shy's breasts swung provocatively as she offered a hand. "Then we can clean the rooms..."
Pat stood up, watched by Shy and Cee -- Shy sipped her wine, the action forcing her breasts to squeeze together, the nipples enticing. Cee's fingers bit into a nipple, twisting.
Pat hesitated. "Let me help you," Shy told her and Pat turned her back, offering up the sarong's straps. Shy used one, shaking hand, and tugged at the garment as she sipped from her glass of wine with the other. The material fell to the floor.
Pat was naked beneath the sarong. No bra, no panties. Her sudden nudity shocked both Cee and Shy -- there she stood, her small breasts, pert and proud, her flat stomach, a small thatching over her vagina, her buttocks full, tight and muscular. She was perfectly proportioned, almost a sculpture.
I was rooted to the spot, my eyes taking in Pat's lithe body, my wife's nudity contrasting to the younger woman. I was in Heaven, dumb-struck.
"Oh my, my, my..." Cee was the first to speak as she stood up. Pat lowered her head, embarrassed. "Pat, you are so, so beautiful..."
"Pat, you're naked!!" Shy exclaimed.
Pat stared at the floor. "It is always hot when we clean, so we are naked underneath..."
Cee laughed, jugged her glass of wine and set it aside. "I couldn't agree more," she said, and with that, she turned her back to Shy. "Undo me," she said, "and let's clean naked!"
Shy, unsteady on her feet, complied -- watched by Pat, she unfastened Cee's bikini top and Cee's heavier breasts swung free and without further ado, Cee shucked out of her tiny shorts, presenting her bum to Pat and Shy. Cee spun around, teased her tits with both hands, compressing them. "Where should we start, Pat?" she asked with a grin.
I'd had enough of the doorway and I stepped into the lounge, my erection visible against the front of my swimming costume. Pat saw me immediately, and she tried to cover herself.
I smiled. "Don't worry, Pat. Everything is fine," I told her. "Don't worry about me."
Shy focused on me from afar, her eyes glazed with alcohol. Cee stepped forward, tits swinging and took Pat by the elbow. "Don't worry about anything, Pat. Come on, into the bathroom. We have cleaning to do. Shy...put some music on."
I watched my wife, bare-assed, sway her way to the music center. She managed to source some music and then, following the sound of giggles coming from the bathroom, swayed past me. God, she was on her way out, the wine getting the better of her. I followed after a few minutes having opened another beer and taking a Viagra. At my age...it made sense.
I ambled to the bathroom doorway -- it was a large room, shower, sunken bath, huge sinks...huge mirror.
The girls were all standing in a row, stomachs up against the marble counter and wiping the mirror in unison, and having fun. Shy and Cee's breasts swung left and right, nipples erect -- Pat's small buds were firm, as were her bum cheeks, muscles tight, contrasting Shy and Cee's full mounds that rippled as they cleaned. They could see each other in the mirror and I saw that Pat's eyes were glued to my wife's tits as they moved in motion. White against her tan, pendulous. Shy was inebriated. I could see that by the way she was leaning forward, but grinning her head off anyways.
I stepped out of my swimming costume, letting my hard on bounce free. I slowly began jerking off.
"Look, Pat, Shy has missed a spot. Come here and help her," Cee said and with that she took Pat by the waist and moved her so she was positioned behind Shy, her vagina tight to Shy's buttocks. "There, now lean forward like that...see, now you can clean with her..."
I saw Shy bite her lower lip as she felt Pat's body lean against her. Their eyes made contact in the mirror. Pat hesitated, feeling her flesh up against my wife's, her breasts against Shy's back, and her vagina millimeters away from Shy's bum. "There...go right up close so you can work with her," Cee told Pat, and to demonstrate, Cee took Pat's arms and propped her forward so her hands were alongside Shy's on the mirror. This pushed Pat tighter against Shy and Shy hesitated with the cleaning. "Don't stop, Shy...keep moving," Cee instructed, her body now tight up against Pat's.
They were now a human sandwich and Cee, in control as always, took up the rear. She started grinding herself into Pat, applying pressure. Pat squirmed as her young body fitted against Shy, then she, too, started grinding her hips, slow thrusts, almost matching those of Cee's. Shy took her hands off the mirror, gripped the edge of the basin as Pat's motions became more deliberate. Cee began thrusting herself against Pat's tight arse and then I saw Shy reach behind her and open her bum cheeks to allow Pat's vagina to "penetrate" her -- she held herself open and Pat shifted forward, gaining access. Pat put her hands around Shy, grabbing at her breasts, filling her small hands with them. Her eyes were closed, her jaw set in determination as she humped into Shy's bum -- I walked forward, cock in hand and positioned myself closer to Cee. Cee's tits were flat against Pat's back and she rubbed them vigorously. I snuck my left hand between Cee's bum cheeks and my fingers found her wet vagina -- she thrust back onto my hand. I started stroking my cock with my right hand, my eyes glued on Shy as Pat humped her roughly now -- pounding her lithe body into my wife's, her hands grasping and tugging at Shy's nipples.
Over the sound of slapping, gyrating flesh Pat began to moan in short outbursts, her thrusts rapid as she began to reach an orgasm -- I frigged Cee with more energy, sensing her body tightening. Suddenly Shy turned around and clamped her mouth over Pat's. Their tongues met in a frenzy...Cee, still standing behind Pat, leant forward and thrust her head over Pat's shoulder -- Shy moved in, kissing Cee deeply as Pat, sandwiched, lowered her mouth and began sucking on Shy's left tit. I positioned myself behind Cee, rigid, the Viagra doing its job -- Cee and Shy kissed deeply, Shy's hand disappearing against Pat's young pussy, her fingers sliding in and out. Pat followed her action, slipping her small fingers into Shy. Together, Pat and Shy fingered each other, Pat's mouth clinging onto Shy's nipple.
Cee dropped to her knees suddenly, taking me by surprise. She buried her face between Pat's taut, sweat glistening bum cheeks. She worked her tongue, licking and probing. I crouched behind her, re-inserting my fingers into her wet, pussy and frigged her as hard as I could whilst masturbating with my free hand.
Shy and Pat seemed to orgasm simultaneously -- they clung onto each other, hands deep into vaginas, their mouths locked as they shuddered, perspiring, skin a cherry pink. I ejaculated, aiming my sperm between Cee's arse cheeks and over her taut spine. Cee groaned and rocked back and forth, her orgasm quick, efficient. I stepped back as she stood up.
Shy and Pat were embracing, chests heaving and Cee joined them, my cum dripping from her bum cheeks, off her back. "I'll get a towel," I whispered, a little embarrassed.
"No. I like it," she replied as she hugged Shy and Pat. Their bodies began to relax, sated. Shy looked at me and I smiled.
Shy stood back from Pat. "Pat...are you okay? I mean, I...Oh God. I..."
Pat smiled and leant forward and kissed Shy's erect nipples. "I am very, very happy," she said. "I must go now. My bus..."
"Do you have to!? We can get a taxi for you?" Cee offered, her arm around the younger girl's waist.
"No, thank you. I must hurry..."
"Are you working tomorrow?" Shy asked.
Pat shook her head.
"That's a pity," Cee said and squeezed her tightly, her hands caressing.
Pat looked at Shy. "Tomorrow I am not working all day. I can come here...if you want...I...at ten `o clock?"
"Of course we want, don't we Shy?"
Shy looked at me questioningly and I nodded. "That would be great, Pat..."
Pat looked at the three of us. "We can be naked, yes? All day? A naked day...yes?"
Shy laughed, taking Pat by the hand. "Yes, Pat, all day if you want. Let me help you get dressed. Then I'm going for a nap...a long, long nap."
Cee looked at me. "Let's go for the swim. I need to clean up...wine and beer, hubby if you please."
Naked and armed with a beer and a half bottle of wine, Cee and I left the chalet into the hot sun and crossed the patio. My sperm was still visible on Cee's body, my cock at half mast, the Viagra still lingering. Cee went into the pool first and ran her hands over her bum, her back and bum crack. "My God that was a load full!" she told me with a smile, cleansing herself.
I sipped from my beer, put it beside the pool. "Considering what we've just experienced, it's a wonder I still have a cock!" I replied and went into the water, floating on my back, my semi-erect cock getting some sun.
Cee chuckled and leant up against the side of the pool, her breasts out of the water. "Yes...yes it was an experience. Very sensuous...and just imagine, tomorrow a whole naked day with Pat..."
"The mind boggles, Cee..."
"Shy and Pat...does it bother you?"
"Don't you mean you, Shy and Pat?"
"I can't get enough of her, you know?" Cee told me.
"Pat?" I asked.
"No...Shy...right now I want to go and suck her tits. Do you mind?"
My cock twitched, a little. "No -- I'm into this, Cee. All the way. What husband wouldn't be? She's exploring. We all are. Right?"
Cee was watching me. "I see there is still lead in your pencil...?"
I laughed. "Not much..."
"I know you want to have anal sex...so do I. But not yet. I've never done it before..."
"Really!?"
"No, hence my infatuation, my interest! My hubby doesn't care for it so I'm building up to the moment...weird, huh?"
"Not really. Shy is the same but she's learning from you!"
Cee turned her back on me, propped her elbows on the side of the pool and sipped her glass of wine. "I think we're all learning in leaps and bounds. Come, slide your cock against me. If you want...?"
"You're insatiable woman!" I said and waded through the water toward her.
"Must be the sun, the heat. This island," she answered. "All this naked flesh and knowing I have a pair of tits to go and suck!"
I positioned myself behind her. "You need to push out a bit," I told her. She did, arching her back, thrusting her bum out so that her nipples were grazing the surface of the patio. "I have a surprise in my chalet, you know?"
I used my left hand to open her crack up further and with my cock in the right, I began sliding its head against her flesh, feeling the bud of her anus. "What surprise is that then?"
Cee took a sip of wine, her, our, nonchalance in what we were doing adding an erotic touch to the atmosphere. "When we went shopping for Pat? I bought a strap-on. In fact I bought two..."
I moved the head of my cock further down her valley, then stroked it over her anus, up and down. "Christ, that's amazing! And Shy was okay with it?"
Cee pushed against me a little. "Mm...that feels good, right there. No - she was in a different shop. Does the idea turn you on?"
My cock was doing its best to stiffen. "Very, very much so...in more ways than I can describe!" I told her, bending my knees a little so I could get my cock lower between her thighs, feeling her pubic hairs, the walls of her vagina.
"I thought I'd wear mine tomorrow, get Shy to wear hers. Add some zest..."
I chuckled. "Zest we have plenty of, Cee..."
"Can I fuck you with the strap on?" Cee asked suddenly.
I didn't hesitate. "Of course you can," I replied, shifting the head of my cock against her sphincter, probing it a little.
"Really!?"
"Why so surprised?"
She squirmed a little against my probing. "I..umm...nice. You are full of surprises...Me, or Shy?"
I felt her sphincter clench, then relax and I probed a little deeper, not entering as that was the deal, the plan. "How about both of you?" I responded, my knees quivering a little, muscles tense.
"Fuck, that would...would be amazing," she said through clenched teeth. "Let's go to Shy...now...I need her tits...is that okay?"
I ran my hands down her spine, allowed my cock a final visit before pulling back. "Of course," I replied.
Cee hoisted herself out of the pool in front of me, her anus and vagina in front of me, water dripping, tantalizing.
We went into the chalet together, still wet and naked to find Shy, on her back and naked, fast asleep on the large, king bed. Cee crawled onto the bed beside her with some stealth and settled. She ran a hand over Shy's nipples and Shy shifted in her sleep. I stood watching as Cee sank her mouth over Shy's left nipple. She caressed it with her tongue, and then began sucking on it. I lay down on the other side, spooned with Shy and, listening to Cee's gentle slurping, nodded off with visions of a strap-on and the sunset.
We awoke simultaneously a few hours later, the sun dropping. The fact that we now `slept together' wasn't even considered as weird or strange -- it was becoming natural, as was our own nakedness. We needed to eat, so we all took a shower together, the women soaping themselves and chatting about what to wear for dinner, minus panties. I needed a pee and told them so and made for the shower door to go to the toilet.
"Pee in the shower," Shy suddenly said. "You do it all the time anyway...like most men do."
Another surprise from my wife! "You sure?" I asked. Boundaries were being broken.
"Go ahead," Shy replied, soaping her stomach, her eyes dropping to my penis. Cee turned and looked over her shoulder.
I shrugged, enjoying the moment, and began urinating, pointing my stream toward their feet, but not at them. My bladder was full and as I peed I looked at Shy and she was fascinated by my cock, my piss.
"Nice stream," Cee offered with a grin.
"Piss on my feet," Shy suddenly said and repositioned herself. "I dare you," she said with a smile.
I halted mid-stream, holding my cock and looked my wife in the eyes. This was going somewhere I'd never imagined. What in the Hell did they put in this Island's water!!!
"My, my...aren't we daring," Cee said and kissed Shy on her neck, her eyes now fixed on my penis.
I started peeing again, aiming my stream of urine at Shy's feet, moving it across so that it sprayed over Cee's feet, then back to my wife's. I didn't have much left so I stepped forward and sprayed my last against her thighs, below her bush.
"Damn...you missed," Shy said with a smile, but from here on, I realized, she wanted to go further with this. I could see it in her eyes.
"There's more to come," I said with a dumb grin.