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Open Marriage
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
OPEN MARRIAGE
"THE WATCH FROM DEVIL'S TRIANGLE"
By Bill
We had been in the Bahamas for 3 days. Ellen and I were sitting
beneath a blue and white striped sunbrella at an outdoor lounge,
talking with a couple who'd allowed us to join them at the last
available table. We were attired as typical tourists: they were in
swim wear; I was wearing a flat Bahamian straw hat, aloha shirt and
walking shorts, and Ellen was attired in a white sundress with a
broad yellow ribbon tied into a headband around her black hair. Now,
as Ellen laughed at a joke, the ribbon's long ends were flapping
about in the warm breeze. It was difficult making conversation above
the pounding surf and whistling wind.
Jeff, a brawny six-foot-plus with a booming voice, leaned
across the table and asked, "You here in a boat?" His reddish hair
was tousled by the breeze. His stunning blond wife, Virginia, was
leaning back in a sun-chair, which squeaked as she fidgeted and
appraised us.
"We flew over," I told him. Two years before, we'd been here in
our twenty-foot boat. A troublesome storm convinced me I'd never
take anyone else in a small craft, so this time we'd flown
commercial, as we have each time since. "We're checked in at the
hotel."
Jeff gulped his drink, gestured toward the distant docks, and
murmured, "We're staying at the marina. They charge an arm and a leg
to hook up to electricity over there. We're down here from Texas.
Where you from?" When I told him, he responded, "Yeah, well your
state's doing a lot better than mine. You have Disney World and a
we closed down oil wells and one hell of a
lot of empty offices. We're thinking of moving to Florida."
I grinned, "Doesn't make Floridians too happy to hear that. Too
many people coming in now. I tell people who're thinking of moving
there that alligators come out of the lakes at night and drag away
little babies." He and Virginia chuckled.
Ellen's a natural conversationalist, but now she was
particularly animated; she'd won them over. Jeff invited us for a
tour on their sloop to an out-island. We declined, explaining that
we'd made reservations for an early dinner at a local calypso club,
so Jeff offered, "O-kay, what if we make it an evening trip, around
7, 7:30? Think you could make that, ol' buddy?"
I was considering it when Ellen grabbed my arm and blurted,
"Come ON, Bill, let's DO it!" Turning to Jeff and Virginia, she
smiled, "Takes him forever to make changes in plans!"
I grinned, "Sounds like a great idea."
noticed her observing Jeff's handsome, muscular features at the
cabana. She remarked, "I think they have MORE than just a tour in
mind. We'll see." We skipped the floorshow, donned our swim suits in
the hotel room, and walked down to the harbor where Jeff's 38-foot
sloop bobbed amid a line of boats at the unpainted docks.
Virginia was tossing crumbs at a flock of seagulls swooping and
eff looked up from his blue canvas deck chair
and acknowledged, "You're right on time." He cast off as soon as we
climbed aboard. The Atlantic was now red beneath the setting sun. I
noticed Ellen and Bill stealing glances at the other now and then,
until finally, they were openly staring. When she turned away, Jeff
gazed at her long legs and full, half-exposed breasts thrusting out
beneath the one-piece black suit, completely bare on the sides
except for four thin black ribbons on each side securing the front
and back.
By the time Jeff cut the engines, a half mile from the island,
stars were blinking like diamonds on black velvet. This close to the
island, the five-foot waves we'd plowed through most of the way had
calmed. The waters' crests, silver beneath the moonlight, softly
slapped against the hull. The sloop rocked gently as Virginia and
Ellen clambered up the galley stairs to the deck. Jeff anchored as
we stared at the scene off the bow. Beneath the puffs of gleaming
clouds, the island seemed to float on the midnight-blue waters.
Virginia stood on her toes, stretching her arms, as she said,
"This breeze is wonderful!" She casually reached to unhook the top
to her red and white striped bikini; that isn't unusual for boaters
when the sun's up, but this was night. Ellen smiled as if to say, "I
told you so." I stared at Virginia's breasts, firmed by exercize.
and well-formed as Ellen's. She stretched
again, her blond hair blowing in the soft warm gusts. Outlined by
the Bahamian moon, she looked like a goddess.
So Ellen slipped out of her suit. She stood nude alongside
Virginia, who turned to evaluate the similarity of their figures;
"You're beautiful," she told Ellen, staring down at Ellen's shaved
mound. The contrast between Virginia, the half-nude blond, and
Ellen, the nude brunette, was stunning.
Jeff's engorged manhood had been evident even before then. But
now, appraising them, he smiled, turning to me as he whispered, "Are
you two swingers? You see, Virginia isn't, but she's a 'watcher,'
and if you are, we're interested." Then, he added, as if I might
misunderstand, "I mean I'm straight, not gay."
I grinned, almost laughing. I could hardly wait for his
reaction when I told him, "Actually, Jeff, I'm a watcher too. Think
Virginia would be jealous if she saw you with Ellen, while your wife
and I watched?"
When we told Ellen and Virginia, the coincidence seemed neither
as humorous nor as surprising to them as I thought it was. I learned
later that Jeff and Virginia had met many other agreeable couples
in their travels.
We made small talk as if no one had mentioned "watching." Ellen
stared at Jeff's face and body, occasionally looking down at Jeff's
penis bulging beneath his red biniki trunks. Under a pretense that
airs to turn on the stereo, we made our way down
to the dimness of the sleeping quarters where moonlight streamed
through a line of portholes. Virginia and I stood in the doorway.
Jeff and Ellen sat on the bunk, looking through compact disks,
selected one, and inserted it into the overhead stereo as Virginia
poured wine. When Ellen passed a wine glass to Jeff, their hands
brushed. I could almost feel the electricity as their eyes locked.
Ellen's soft breasts heaved. Setting aside the glass on a bunkside
table, Jeff leaned to kiss her neck, moving down to her breasts. She
moaned lowly, her lips trembling.
Virginia nuzzled her breasts against my side as I put my arm
around her. Leaning into the doorjam, we gaped, breathing heavily.
Jeff and Ellen melded in a deep kiss, their arms entertwined.
Ellen's hips rotated softly in desire as she lay alongside Jeff.
Virginia looked up at me, her lips trembling, her blue eyes wild
with passion, as she muttered, "God, aren't they beautiful?" I
agreed, my shaft swelling beneath my trunks. Ellen, her nipples
taut, disengaged to slide to floor on her knees. Her lips grazed his
thighs. Gulping, as if in fear, she took Jeff's long, raging cock in
her mouth. He closed his eyes, groaning, as her full, pale lips slid
over his glistening member. Tears of passion welled in Ellen's eyes
as she moaned. Her tongue and slender fingers glided along his dark
as Virginia peeled off her bottoms, her hand was massaging
her clitoris. I slipped out of my trunks as I stroked my hardness.
Virginia pressed against me. I slithered an arm around her, cupping
a breast, her nipple standing out like a spike through my fingers.
Ellen's eyes were now wide with passion as he thrust into her greedy
mouth. The intensity of their tempo increased. Ellen moaned in
rapture. His cock had ballooned to massive proportions, straining
her lips as she whimpered.
Withdrawing from her mouth, Jeff lifted her to the bunk beneath
a line of portholes. He kneeled on the floor between her long legs,
kissing her shaved mound. Ellen wailed in desire! Her hips gyrated
beneath his tongue's manipulations. Her body quaking, she locked her
thighs about his head, lost in their own distant universe of
adulterous passion. The smell of their lust permeated the warm night
air.
Virginia placed her arms around my waist, her hips grinding her
clitoris against my leg. "They're so beautiful," she breathed
ecstatically. She looked down, her lips trembling as I pumped my
shaft.
Jeff's strong arms enveloped Ellen's quivering body. He hovered
above her splayed legs, his shaft swaying above her pussy which was
quivering up to touch it. Her lips were parted, her eyes wild and
fearful of his large instrument pushing apart her vaginal folds. She
raised hips, drawing him deeply within, and
yelled out in painful pleasure. Her vagina was stretching to
accommodate his large tool. They shared a sigh as he buried his full
length.
Whimpering, Ellen turned to watch us. Virginia had grasped my
cock and was stroking it as I squeezed the fullness of her breasts.
The sight drove Ellen into ecstasy as her arms enveloped Jeff. She
bucked against him, meeting every thrust into her steaming cave.
Virginia's nostrils flared, her breath huffing, her mouth open in
wild desire. I felt a kinship with Virginia as we watched our
respective mates, united in sin, her husband's cock plunging into my
wife's vagina; she mewed, "Oh, god, Bill, don't you FEEL it
happening BETWEEN them, between US?"
And, yes, I did. Virginia's soft fist pumped my shaft as she
grinded her blond mound against my leg. Her lips brushed my neck and
ears.
Ellen's head thrashed from side to side, her wide eyes rolling
as Jeff's thickness filled her. She wailed as her tremoring arms
encircled his neck, her hips lifting to meet her lover's. Her groin
swirled beneath his fervid fucking as she threw back her head,
pleading for him not to stop. His jaw slackened as he stared down at
her, his eyes glazed with lust. Then, Ellen screamed, "Oh GOD Jeff,
I'm going to COME! Please come WITH me!" She mewed helplessly, her
body shivering with the building climax.
I pumped furiously as she looked up to me,
parting her lips. We kissed deeply. Everyone was moaning, sharing
the climactic thunder that was engulfing us in an emotional
hurricane.
At the last moment, Virginia spread her long, taut legs,
guiding my cock into her creaming depths. She screamed in pleasure.
Then it happened, the sexual energy crackling throughout the cabin!
I exploded as everyone was wailing; Ellen and Virginia were crying
and writhing madly. Virginia fell to her knees, taking my length
deeply into her mouth. Ellen and Jeff now turned on their stomachs
to watch as Virgina brought me again to hardness, her hair tossing
as her lips slid along my full length. I'd lost track of time until
my semen burst into Virginia's throat. Ellen and Jeff were
applauding. Virginia bumped to the floor, her arms around my knees,
as we turned to look at our spouses on the bunk. They were laughing.
That was the only time that either Virginia or I had
experienced even that slight an adultery with anyone. Neither of us
were sure our spouses truly understood, but what we had was just
perfect.
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