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By Lauren McAllister

Dave and I had been saving for our dream vacation for three whole years. We drank cheap wine. Walked to work. Drank even cheaper wine. Split small lattes instead of having a humungous one each. We started going to parties of people we didn’t like so we could drink their wine instead of buying our own. Slowly, dollar by dollar and picking pennies up off the sidewalk, we managed to cobble together enough hard currency to go to Fiji. But this was no ordinary, everyday Fiji. This was a small, very exclusive, nearby island with one hotel, lots of alcohol and no cars. Two whole weeks of sun and expensive wine and fucking. When we boarded the plane, my taste buds and hoo-haw were veritably tingling with anticipation.
When I got off the plane, I was so disoriented I didn’t even know where my hoo-haw was. You see, to spend more time on our dream island, we decided to fly steerage. Imagine, spending over 24 torturous hours, eating homemade bologna sandwiches with your knees crammed up into your tits. It was like being on the Bataan death march with surly stewardesses instead of Japanese soldiers. Typically, the third person in our row of seats was the size of the Pink Floyd concert pig. We were squished in so tightly, my cheek was pressed up against the plane window…and I was in the middle seat.
After getting our bags and inhaling air that didn’t smell like peanut farts for the first time in a day, we hailed a cab and excitedly headed for the docks. There were palm trees everywhere! It was like being at the mall. Alas, the boat ride was no better than our excruciating excursion through the clouds. Three and a half hours of pounding waves and people vomiting were minor annoyances compared to the staggering pong of the ships backed up toilet. And not only did it reek, you couldn’t use it. I’ve only ever wanted to be a boy twice in my life. The first time was during a sleep over at Abigail Trunbridge’s house and the second time was that day, watching those lucky bastards just whip it out and pee over the side.
The only pleasant thing about the entire Poseidon Adventure ordeal was meeting Susan. She was also an American with a beautiful smile (which was a tough thing to do while having your uterus pounded out of your vagina like you were a ketchup bottle) gorgeous, long blond hair and a pair of chest pillows that even I couldn’t help staring at. Suzie and her husband were also staying on the island. Ron had taken the earlier ferry but she wanted to do a little shopping before being sicker than she’d ever been in her life. We took turns holding each other’s hair back as we upchucked. Dave was laying face down on the deck. I didn’t know if he was dead or not. All I knew was, if he had cacked it, I envied him. And then I threw up again.
It was sundown by the time we reached and kissed the blessed shore. David staggered off in search of a horse-drawn cab while Susan and I peed our brains out on the beach.
Yes it was an ordeal few who haven’t invaded the holy land in a suit of armor have experienced but it was about to become all worth it. Or so we thought…
“What?” was my first response.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” suggested my husband.
“We are most sorry but there has been mix up. The person who booked your room was fired and we lost the record of your reservation. We have no rooms for you. Perhaps a cheerful refund?” the clerk suggested.
“Refund?! We’ve saved three years for this vacation. Where are we supposed to stay tonight?”
“We have a very comfortable lobby where you may spend as much of the night as you wish and the boat will take you back to the main island in the morning. I believe the Ramada Inn still may have a vacancy.”
I started to cry. And I mean balling my eyes out like Chris Cooper in “American Beauty”. Susan came over and put her arm around me.
“You can’t do that to these poor people,” she bellowed.
“But, there is nothing to be done. We have no rooms.”
Susan handed me a Kleenex. “Don’t cry sweetie. You and David can stay in our room.” She turned venomously towards the poor beleaguered clerk. “I’m assuming that’s allowed?”
“Whatever goes on in your room, as long as it doesn’t damage the furniture, is entirely your business.”
“Please, no. We can’t put you out like this.”
“You’re not putting me out. I’ve been terrified that we were going to be stuck on this tiny island for two weeks and not meet any fun people. You do drink, don’t you?”
“Boy, do we!” my husband beamed.
Susan took us up to her room and introduced us to Ron. He was a swell guy and wasn’t put out at all that we were crashing their holiday. Of course the hotel didn’t have any extra beds lying around; they just sent a couple of portable cots up. It mattered not. Dave and I were so tired that we fell asleep before we got our clothes off.
I was awoken in the morning by small noises. Ron and Susan were “going at it” as quietly as they possibly could. They had a sheet over them (I guess, in case we woke up.) but it really turned me on, watching our hosts “doin’ the dick dance”. I slowly slid my hand down and very discreetly started rubbing myself off as I bore witness to their ardor. When Susan came, I practically did as well. Ron was building to his climax (and so was I) when David let out a big snorey-snort and woke himself up. Poor Ronnie bounced off his wife like she was on fire. I was also on fire, but in a different way. Oh well, at least Susie had a satisfying morning.
The boys had quick showers and begged us not to be too long getting ready. They were starving. “Come on you,” she says to me, “we’re both girls, let’s shower together and save some time.”
I was a little shocked when we got into the bathroom. There was a big bath but a separate, relatively snug shower. I quite liked Susan but we were going to get very friendly indeed, trying to co-ablute within the limited dimensions of that cubicle. Oh well. We quickly stripped and got under the water. As I surmised, there was no possible way we could avoid rubbing our bodies against one another. If I were a man, I would have had a boner the size of Scotland, it was so hot. But, it was also fun. We laughed and sudsed each other’s backs and probably took longer than if we’d have gone in separately. She has a dazzling body with fashion-catalogue tits and an ass that made mine look like someone had glued two punctured volleyballs together. But her superior physical attributes didn’t make me jealous, they just made me horny. I didn’t want to leave and I’m pretty sure Suzie was thinking the same thing. It was a famished David. banging on the bathroom door, that finally put an end to our soapy reverie.
Breakfast, under the palms and overlooking the water, was a delight. They were such nice people and so interesting. And that wasn’t just the mimosas talking. We went scuba diving, had lunch and generally frolicked about the island. It was getting close to suppertime when Susan pulled me aside.
“The only reason people come to an island like this to relax and do a lot of fucking…”
I was a little shocked by her candor, but that was just Susan. She was honest and upfront about everything.
“Why don’t Ron and I will go for an early dinner while you take that scrumptious husband of yours back to the room and empty his nutsack for him?”
My pussy had been begging me for some relief since early morning so I didn’t even consider refusing her ridiculously kind offer.
“And you must use our bed. You’ll fucking kill yourselves, humping on those rickety cots.”
Ron and I practically dashed back to the room and our duds were doffed almost before we got through the door. Great big gobs of nummy sex ensued. I came three times. The first two I was thinking about David on top of me but the third time I was thinking about Susan and me in that shower. That was an especially good one.
We continued to take “fuck shifts” for the rest of the week and it worked out beautifully. I also continued to take showers with Susan and we progressively washed more and more of each other’s bodies. I’ve never really been that into women, but when our soapy breasts rubbed against each other, I thought my clit was going to explode. We had also progressed to a little girlie kissing. No tongues, just playful little smooches as we squiggled around in that tiny shower.
On the Thursday, the boys decided to go off on a fishing trip. Susan and I sat out by the pool with a glass of wine and ogled the sinewy young gentlemen in their microscopic swim trunks. After our second glass of pinot noir, Suzie turns to me and says, “You know, I’m really horny. Do you want to go back to the hotel and have a wank?”
I did and I didn’t. I was just as aroused as my sexy new friend but this was a big, big leap in our relationship. It’s such a private thing to do. I’d never even masturbated in front of David (not that I didn’t partake in the act of “self love” on a scandolously regular basis).
Before I could work out my answer, she grabbed my arm and said, “Come on you, let’s got put those cute little fingers of yours to a good use.”
Even though I had showered with her that morning, I was really shy about taking off my clothes. The thought of “cranking one out” in front of another person gave me the cobbywobbles. Luckily, Susan seemed so at ease that I kind of calmed down and I decided to just follow her lead. She plopped down naked on the bed and tapped the mattress to come join her.
“A little closer, cutie pie,” she purred. How could I refuse?
I scooched over so that our shoulders were touching and my right leg was over her left. This was so weird and erotic at the same time that I almost called it off.
“When I have a righteous wank, I like to start with my tits.” Susan stroked her fingernails over her perfect breasts and began to fondle their downy glory. I watched her self-foreplay for a few seconds and then I couldn’t for the life of me remember what my silly little qualms were. We played with our tits and tickled our tummies, stroked our legs and mercilessly teased our rosy, wet quims. Things were getting dizzyingly wonderful. I was whacking away on my love nub and feeling our legs rubbing together and…and…well, that’s when I came like the Hindenburg was exploding between my legs. It was a rip snorter. Susan took another couple of minutes but managed squeeze every last pleasure spasm out of her climax. Then we just lay there like two dead fish, basking in the afterglow. At some point Suzie leaned over and kissed me full and the mouth, very slow and very tenderly. “I really like you,” she said matter-of-factly.
Before I could say, “I like you too,” and give her an even slower kiss, she’d hopped off the bed and was getting dressed.
“You know, there’s no real reason we should have to take shifts, fucking on this bed,” she suggested once we’d trotted over to the hotel bar. “If you’re all right with it, I’m sure the boys will jump at the chance for some co-coitus.”
I have to admit, the idea appealed to me. Everything about Susan appealed to me. I had a major girl-crush on her. So, we cooked up a cunning plan over several glasses of cabernet. We took the boys to the saloon in the tiny village and proceeded to party hardy. A few drinks were enjoyed (not too many or they wouldn’t be any good to us at all) and lots of sexy dancing. We had them sporting woodies the size of redwoods by the time we waddled off home.
The second we all got back to our room, Susan declared, “I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m so fucking horny I could fuck this doorknob.”
“Shall we flip a coin to see who goes first,” Ron gallantly suggested.
“You know what, we’re all adults and it’s a big bed, why don’t we put these aching dicks out of their misery at the same time?” Suzie asked me. I could tell David was looking to see what my reaction was to her brazenly provocative statement. Let’s just say that he didn’t seem horrified by the prospect or getting to see Susan naked.
“Well…” I was to be hesitant for a few seconds and then grudgingly acquiesce. “Oh, what the hell. Why not,” I grudgingly acquiesced.
David did a nice job hiding his glee. Once inside, Suzie pulled off her top and started undoing Ron’s jeans. Poor Dave was trying to be so cautious so as not to spook me, little knowing that this was all part of our evil trap. Soon, all garmentry was removed and some serious foreplay was going down. I know this probably happens all the time if you’re French, but sitting adjacent to another woman as you both suck your respective husband’s cocks is pretty peculiar experience for an American. And yes, I’ll admit it; I occasionally glanced over at the oral action going on next to me and to catch a glimpse of Ron’s rock hard member. But David in no way suffered from my minor crimes of inattention. Copying Susan’s testicle-pleasing finger-work on my own hubby had him moaning like a ghost with a toothache. Of course, we girls have to strictly monitor how good a time our men are having. Too good and all you get for your troubles is a mouthful of cum and the sound of snoring and these boys were getting a little too close to blast-off for our liking. Suzie tapped me on the shoulder and announced it was time to lay back and gratefully receive their manly offerings. All shyness about Ron seeing me naked had vanished by this point and I spread open my legs and gave him a bird’s eye view of my engorged candy lump. I’m sure that David was also checking out Susan’s fun tunnel.
The boys eagerly climbed on top of us and guided their pant lumber into our dripping chasms of ecstasy (That sounds so much more poetic than “horny cunt” don’t you think?). It was so cool. Suzie and I held hands as they fucked us silly. I came three times and hearing Sue go off next to me, just rocked my world. That night, we all slept in the big bed. Boy, girl, girl, boy. When I woke up in the morning, Susan was cuddled up beside me with her beautiful breasts far too available to resist. I stroked them gently until her eyes popped open and she gave me this super sexy smile. We engaged in some very discreet foreplay until the boys woke up and fucked us silly again.
For the rest of the vacation, we all slept in the same bed and shagged unashamedly in each other’s company. Susan and I just got closer and closer. Our showers got hotter and hotter until one day I just got down on my knees and licked her to orgasm. I’ve never been much of a switch hitter, but having her tender, shaved munch mound in mouth was un-fucking-believable. The smooth, shaved skin of her pubic mound pressing against my cheeks as I explored every nook and cranny of her luscious creamy pud with my tongue was nothing short of heavenly. If it hadn’t been for the boys banging on the door wanting breakfast, I could have eaten her out all day.
On the last night, we were all a little bummed. If had been such a good time. I think we all drank a little too much at the bar. The conversation never strayed from how much we adored each other and how much fun it had been and then ordering another round of Mai Tais. When we eventually got back to the room we were good and truly sozzled. A pathetic group of sloppy, sentimental drunks. By now, it was pretty well routine that, upon entering the hotel room, the clothes started to come off. As soon as David was naked, Susan grabbed him, said, “I’m going to really miss you,” and stuff her tongue down his throat. They stayed lip-locked for an inappropriate period of time. I’d been wondering what Ron was like as a kisser, so I grabbed him. I could feel his hard-on pressing against my stomach as we ferociously made out. My hands were everywhere. Blush. I didn’t think Suzie would mind so I wrapped my mitt around his Johnson and started to slowly rub it up and down. I didn’t hear any complaints and various noises behind me led me to believe that my dear husband was not recoiling from scandalous liberties being perpetrated upon him. Ron pushed his ring finger between my lips and into my pussy’s soft and squishy interior. I was as wet and gooey as a New Zealand mud pool. My clit was swelling to the size of a duck’s head, I was so turned on. I reached around back and grabbed Ron’s ass and swung him round onto the bed. Before he even knew what hit him (don’t forget, we were all a little drunk) I was bobbing up and down on his knob and sticking my index finger up his ass. Sue and David quickly joined us on the mattress and my husband immediately went down on her. I was having fun sucking cock but I was a little jealous that Dave got to slurp away on that delicious quim instead of me.
When Ron entered me, it was the first time I’d had sex with someone other than David since we were first dating. Looking up at another man as he guided his penis into my swollen honey tunnel was an unbelievable turn-on because I knew Dave was absolutely cool with it. He was sucking on her tits like they were made out of ice cream. Susan and I just lay their watching our husband’s banging another woman and loving it. The more David got into Susan, the more I got into Ron. I was like some insatiable, shameless animal bucking and squealing with pleasure as a veritable stranger rammed his cock into me. My orgasm was blistering. It was like a grand mal seizure as I tried to pull Ron’s entire pelvis up into my uterus. I could feel the cum waves hitting the back of my eyeballs, it was so intense. Then Susan almost blew out the windows with a climax that was so extreme, I thought me might need to call a doctor.
As soon as the boys knew they’d fulfilled their duties, they both shot their loads up inside us and dropped off to sleep. Suzie and I played around with each other for another hour or so. I licked my husband’s sperm out of her snatch. Blush. We both had another set of wonderful cunt convulsions and fell asleep in each other’s beautifully naked arms. In the morning, Ron had me again while David fucked Susan goodbye and then we cried all the way back to the mainland.
Luckily, we only live a few hundred miles apart and get to see each other almost every weekend. The boys are great but Susan and I are totally in love. But isn’t that what this whole boy/girl relationship thing is about? Making the men believe they’re getting what they want when all the while we girls are actually getting what we want?
David thinks that I’m the greatest wife in the world for letting him screw Suzie when, in reality, he’s just warming her up for me. “Give it to her, baby!”

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

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