It had been a month since we’d booked this and at last
we were here. Two weeks in the sun, finally we had the chance
to take a good long vacation together, God knows we deserved
it. We were so in love and had been hoping to do this for
a long time.
The brochure had told us that this was a couples
resort. It looked perfect. Beautiful beaches, a choice of
restaurants and our own chalet. The average temperature was
listed at 85 degrees, rainfall at this time of year was zero.
A light breeze would come in off the ocean all day long.
We arrived late morning, and unpacked before
making our way down to the beach. Our chalet was perfect.
An enormous picture window looked out onto the beach beyond
our patio. The lounge area had two enormous sofas on opposite
sides of a coffee table. There was a dining area, kitchen
area and an enormous bathroom with a huge Jacuzzi. Everything
was decorated tastefully in soft pastels and natural colors.
We could see from our lounge that the beach
was dotted with other couples, a few “hellos”
as we made our way hand in hand across the lawns, past the
pool and one of several outdoor bar areas. We threw out our
towels and went paddling! Splashing around, hugging in the
water, happy to be here, together, smiling and laughing.
I must have been asleep for an hour or so
when I felt you rubbing the lotion on my shoulders and back,
I thanked you for that, the last thing I needed was sunburn
and you were already well tanned. You looked so beautiful,
you flashed your smile so freely when you were happy like
this, it gives me so much joy to see you happy. You wiped
off the last of the oil on your belly and asked if I fancied
a drink. I said I did, offered to go get them and you suggested
we go up to the bar as maybe I shouldn’t lay out in
the sun too long these first few days. I agreed wholeheartedly.
You pulled your wrap on over your blue bikini and I pulled
a white T shirt on and let it hang outside my shorts, I didn’t
have the courage to wear either of the other bathing suits
you’d bought for me, least not the first day! We slipped
into flip flops and headed up to the poolside bar.
We took two stools at the bar, toasted each
other with long cold spritzers and gazed dreamily and happily
at each other as we chatted easily about all the things we
intended to do here in the next two weeks. The boat excursions
to the smaller Island beaches, the dinner cabaret we liked
the sound of, maybe a spot of scuba, certainly some wave running...it
felt good to be here. Your wrap fell to one side of your thigh
as you crossed your legs, I looked down at your beautiful
skin there and back up to your eyes as my tongue offered a
long slow stroking motion, you playfully slapped my hand as
you smiled back at me...we leaned close for a brief but meaningful
kiss that said many things, not least of which that we loved
each other and were very happy.
Time flew by, we exchanged smiles with other
couples that came in and we chatted a little with the bar
man whom we decided probably had the best job in the world.
Behind me you spotted a sun dress that you
liked, it just happened to be being worn by somebody at the
time but you asked me to look around and tell you if I liked
the girl’s dress, I looked around, yes, it was very
nice but I also noticed the guy that was sitting with the
“model” was looking right back at us and I suddenly
felt rude for staring...”sorry I said, my wife was just
admiring your wife’s dress and she asked me to look
"no problem” came the reply as
his wife turned to face us and smiled our way...you said “I
love your dress"
"thank-you, there’s a boutique
in the lobby of the hotel, I bought it there this morning”...you
and her began in conversation as I tried to get the bar man’s
attention, you were still chatting as I ordered more drinks
and I interrupted to ask if the couple might like one, they
were happy to have one and asked if we’d care to join
them, we duly did. We introduced ourselves as we sat down
on stools at their high table.
Ben and Erica had arrived yesterday and were
visiting for the second time, having enjoyed themselves so
much last year. They were able to tell us all about the island,
everything they had done and enjoyed and they probably saved
us a day or two of research in the first hour or so that we
They’d been married for three years,
lived in LA, having met at college in Boston. Ben had been
at law school for seven years and Erica had pretty much supported
them during this time. Only when he started with the law firm
did they get married. This made them about 32 years old I
figured and I knew you’d probably pieced it together
in the same way.
Erica was a brunette, very pretty with a lovely
smile, yes, I admitted to you later she did seem to have a
nice body, long legs like yours too. Her breasts were not
small but certainly not large from what I’d noticed.
Ben was sandy haired, about six foot tall,
fine feautures, about 180 pounds, he looked healthy and it
came up in conversation that they both used the gym three
or four times a week. We mentioned that we’d been doing
the same and how good we’d been feeling for it. Yes,
you admitted later, he was very good looking (you made sure
to stroke my ego by adding that although he was very handsome
he wasn’t quite in my league).
We chatted with them very easily, we were
all very relaxed, we shared jokes and stories, sipped our
spritzers, and polished off a couple of packs of cigarettes
during the course of the next two hours.
By the end of our conversation we’d
arranged to have dinner with them the following evening at
a sea food restaurant in the resort.
We headed back to our chalet agreeing on how
nice they were and agreeing that we both liked the idea of
a nap before showering for dinner. We showered together before
sliding into bed and cuddling each other to sleep after a
few soft but very wet and long kisses.
It was about nine o’clock when I awoke,
I slipped out of bed and called room service. I ordered dinner
for us to be delivered at 10 o’clock to the patio. I
woke you up in the way you like best and reminded you how
much I enjoyed being your alarm call. We showered together
again and dressed lightly as we moved outside to our patio.
Taking in the breathtaking beauty of the night sky, the sounds
of night creatures filled the air. A chain of yellow lamps
fringed the beach front for as far as we could see, the air
was filled with a beautiful fresh fragrance and the silence
of the sea.
We dined on shrimp, oysters and other crustacean,
we sipped champagne, we began to speak of our love for each
other, we exchanged kisses. I joined you on the bench chair,
about the size of a love seat, my arm around your shoulder,
your head tilted against me as we looked out into the night.
“So” you asked “did you
find Erica attractive. I avoided the question with an indirect
response “I thought they were a very nice couple"
"uhuh, but did you find her attractive?”
You asked again. “Yes, she’s very attractive,
not in your league but nonetheless very attractive”...you
squoze me a little as these last words came out...”And
Ben?” I asked “did you find him attractive?"
"Yes, he’s cute” you replied
as you turned to look at me. Then you asked me something that
shocked me a little “Did you think he was cute?”...I
had to think about this but I knew you wouldn’t give
me long to do so...”uhuh, I guess so"
"uhuh”...your hand settled on my
thigh and squoze me there. “Did you find Erica attractive”
I asked you...”Of course, she’s beautiful”
you replied. I realized it was easy for girls to admit an
appreciation of one another’s good looks but I had to
wonder if there was anything more in your remark and I looked
back at you with raised eyebrows and smiled a little. You
always ask the best and most difficult to answer questions,
your next one was one of your best ever! “What did you
find cute about him?”...Holy shit I thought, now you
were really putting me on the spot, how would I handle this
I asked myself and decided the only way to handle it was to
pull you closer and tell you the truth...”Well I began,
he seemed like a very nice guy, he seems smart, he seems friendly
and he’s good looking, he wasn’t at all intimidating,
he wasn’t a beer swilling macho man. He smiled a lot,
he was clearly in love with Erica, he clearly appreciated
you and I’d say he enjoyed our company, I guess all
those are good things.”
Then you topped yourself with the frank and
open bluntness of your next question...your hand slid towards
my crotch and your eyes looked straight into mine as you asked
“would you like to be with him?” ...”Let’s
not discount the possibility” I said “but tell
me what you liked about him"
"Everything that you said” you
answered and I mentally kicked myself for asking such an easy
question and then gave you another...”tell me what you
liked about her” I asked you...”well” you
started, “first of all I liked her dress!” We
laughed together at this...”then I really enjoyed chatting
with her, I thought she probably had a beautiful body and
she had a lot of love and laughter inside her, I thought she
had a nice soul!” And I repeated what you’d asked
of me “would you like to be with her”...you laughed
as you answered “let’s not discount the possibility!”
Touche` I thought.
Our lips moved closer and we kissed, softly
at first and then with more urgency, our lips and tongues
and mouths moved together as our kisses told each other that
it was ok to explore our thoughts like this. Our kiss broke
momentarily and I whispered to you “do you want to be
with him? With them?”...you whispered back a soft “maybe”
as your mouth met mine and rendered our voices silent again.
Our hands explored each other, we pulled each other closer,
my erection raging, your nipples hardening beneath my hand,
your legs parting as my other hand caressed the soft inner
flesh there. We were both on fire, we were both soon naked,
I kissed and licked you to orgasm, you kissed and licked me
close to orgasm and then set me free to explore you some more,
I drank from you, we shared every taste, we made love on the
lawn beside the patio, beneath the stars, surrounded by the
unfamiliar but soothing sounds of the island night.
I popped into the bedroom and gathered our
robes, we held each other loosely wrapped in the cool silk
garments. We sipped champagne, we smoked, we stared, we spoke.
Finally we came back to the subject we’d both avoided
but both been thinking about for the last few minutes. You
started it by saying “let’s have a nice time at
dinner tomorrow, we’ll let each other know how we’re
"I agreed “there’s no rush,
fantasy is nice, reality might be different, it might be better,
it might be worse, just don’t give out our phone number!”
You laughed, then added “you think they spoke about
us like we just did about them?” ...”hmmmm interesting
thought, maybe they did, somehow we’ll know if they
did or not I guess"
" I guess we will you added.”
We went to sleep easily and woke up without
alarms. I was on the patio sipping coffee when you came to
join me at about 10.00am. Fruit, yogurt and croissants were
delivered soon after. I hugged you, we kissed...we stared
in awe at the beauty of the day and the view from here...we
imagined the possibilities of being here forever as people
often do on vacation.
We spent the day between beach and ocean,
sunbathing and water sports, sun lotion massages, glances,
conversation, closeness, happiness. We spoke about our dinner
plans, as we lay there, finger tips touching, you face down,
me face up. You described the white sleeveless, cotton dress
you would wear, the white thong panties, the white pumps with
just enough heel to define your calves, you told me that I’d
be wearing a white shirt and the light blue cotton slacks
with a darker blue belt and that you had a new pair of white
high rise Calvin briefs in your drawer for me.
We changed for dinner, you looked so beautiful,
you were positively radiant, the white dress contrasting so
strikingly against your tanned skin. You wore the bracelet,
it seemed to sparkle even more than usual against your tanned
skin. I used a new razor blade and a spritz of Lalique.
We met Ben and Erica after a cocktail at one
of the bars. They made a very handsome couple and we began
exactly where we left off, talking easily and readily, all
soon relaxed, sharing the stories of our days without all
the details. I noticed as you probably did that Ben was equally
closely shaved, that they were both crisply dressed, you and
Erica exchanged compliments on your dresses. We had a great
table for dinner, away from the crowd but close enough that
we could see the hustle and bustle, the smiling, happy, holiday
faces of all the other vacationing couples.
It seemed like the most civilized conversation,
Ben and I each insisted that the other choose the wine, we
wound up with a bottle of Pinot Noir that seemed to be followed
very quickly by a second one.
They told us of an excursion they had taken
to one of the remote islands on their previous visit and they
strongly recommended that we try it. They told us about the
party atmosphere on the boat going over there and then readily
let slip that it was actually an optionally nudist beach.
This allowed us to ask all sorts of questions, at first yours
were directed more towards Erica, mine towards Ben. She spoke
about the men she’d spotted and he mostly about the
women until he mentioned that he hadn’t been able to
believe his eyes when he’d seen a couple making love
in a remote corner of the cove.
He and Erica had been strolling across the
beach in search of a quiet place for themselves and became
voyeurs as they watched a couple make love, Ben was mostly
amazed by the size of the man’s cock. You immediately
asked him how big it was and he was unhesitating in replying
that it must have been all of ten inches. “Oh my God,
can you imagine” you exclaimed...
Erica answered that she’d tried to many
times! She spoke softly as she said how exciting it had been
to watch another couple making love. I looked at you and something
in the look you returned said it was ok for me to say it...”Mara
and I have often fantasized about being watched by another
person or another couple, I think originally I wanted somebody
else to witness first hand just how much I loved her and how
beautiful we were together”...Ben chimed in and switched
his gaze between each of us as he said “that is a really
nice thought”, then he looked at Erica and added “I’d
be more than willing to help you realize that fantasy if Erica
Erica looked at you and said “Why not?”...then
she looked at me...you and I looked at each other and half
nodded before looking back at them. Maybe I shouldn’t
have said anything but the silence didn’t last any longer
than was necessary for everybody to digest what had just been
discussed. Then Ben said that it wasn’t fair that we’d
told them a fantasy without them telling us one, we both laughed
and expressed our agreement with his statement and encouraged
them to tell us one of theirs.
They were both smiling as they moved closer
to each other and began to whisper...after several seconds,
during which your hand had moved to my thigh and mine to yours,
Erica announced “we both want to be with another couple,
possibly all combinations but we never did it so we still
have a lot of reservations and there is so much of the unknown
about the idea, certainly the fantasy might be different from
the reality but we could never know which is best."
"Isn’t that the truth” you
responded and we all smilingly agreed. We moved onto a philosophical
discussion about the potential differences between fantasy
and reality, the potential dangers and the potential pleasures,
I was in no doubt that we were all enjoying this discussion
and realized that the four of us had made it easy for each
other to enjoy each other’s company.
We seemed to pick at the food as the conversation
was rich and engrossing. At one point Erica admired your bracelet,
you held out your hand so she could take a closer look, she
took your hand, I watched her fingers take your hand delicately,
I watched her seem to stroke your palm as she released your
hand, I caught the eye contact you shared with her, I knew
something could happen when I saw that. Ben must have seen
the same as he lightheartedly added “ I should have
worn my bracelet” we all laughed, it seemed that every
time the tension built there was somebody able to break it
and this only helped us feel ever more comfortable as the
You and Erica were hitting it off big time,
I remember now thinking that you seemed like long lost friends
that had known each other forever, when you mentioned that
you needed the bathroom, she added that she did too and you
stood and left together, leaving Ben and I together. This
was the first time that our “foursome” had been
split along the sex lines and this immediately added a new
dynamic, the girls couldn’t know what the guys had discussed
and likewise in reverse. In my conversation with Ben, we each
agreed that it was really good that we all met up and how
well we all seemed to get on together. I asked him if they
would seriously like to uncover their fantasy, he said yes,
I said I would like to try too but that we must agree that
we would all be ready to stop if any one of the four of us
was having any issue whatsoever.
Ben suggested that a real easy way for us
to find out would be to let our fantasy come true with them
as the “witnesses” and then see if anything developed
from there. I agreed this would maybe be a good plan as you
girls arrived back at the table...” Ok, what were you
two talking about” you asked as Erica laughed ...”the
weather” Ben replied “and you two?” I asked...”ohh
much the same” you answered with a devil of a grin that
Erica shared with you.
The dinner continued and finished with much
laughter but quieter conversation even though the volume of
the music and the room noise increased. We were all being
careful not to be overheard which left you and I sitting closer
to each other and more huddled towards the center of the table
just as soon as our plates were removed. It was the same on
Ben and Erica’s side of the table. I took two seconds
to ask you in a whisper if I should invite them back to our
chalet...you nodded and smiled approvingly and looked back
towards them as I asked the question...they looked at each
other and recognized the agreement in each other’s eyes
before turning back to us and simultaneously nodding and smiling.
I asked the waiter to get us some drinks to
take back and within a few moments we were sliding our chairs
back under the table and dropping our napkins on to it. Funny
I thought that this hadn’t introduced any tension between
any of us. As we stood to leave, Erica asked for our Chalet
number and said they’d follow us over in a few minutes,
she wanted to go pick up some cigarettes from their room.
This worked out well, it gave us a chance to talk and I asked
you about your conversation with Erica. You told me how you
had each expressed an immediate like of the other and of Ben
and I and how happy you both were that we’d all met
up, that she’d asked you if you were really ok with
playing out our fantasy and that you had given her every assurance
that you were, that you thought the idea extremely exciting,
she had agreed and squoze your hand and as she’d done
that you really thought about the possibilities of being with
her in an intimate sense. I recounted to you my discussion
with Ben and you squeezed my hand just a little bit tighter
as you asked “are you nervous”, “uhuh, and
excited I replied"