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"Island Paradise: Forever"  :  Chapter 8 of ??  :  Revised!
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   "I guess you were right, Jeremy," Lindsay said to me, as
she and I sat upon the bed in our private suite, with Devon
alongside us.  "Having Pamela and Trish back in our lives
did nothing but cause a lot of problems for all of us.  As
things turned out, it was a total disaster."
   "Jeremy is always right," Devon commented with a grin.
"Or, Jeremy at least THINKS he is always right."
   Lindsay took a deep breath and went on, "Devon and I were
arguing and fighting.  You were mad at me, Jeremy.  Pamela
forced herself on you.  Trish forced herself on me and Devon.
It... it was just a bad experience.  I'm glad they're gone."
   "Have the two of you straightened out your problems?" I
asked Lindsay and Devon.  "Nothing will linger from this?"
   "I don't think so," Devon replied.  "Lindsay did hurt me
with what she said - she loves Trish more than Amy and me
combined, and that she agreed to marry me because you wanted
her to.  She was quote, backed into a corner."
   "That's not true," Lindsay offered, placing a hand upon
Devon's shoulder.  "I didn't mean that.  I love you, Devon."
   The 25-year-old laughed and countered, "See what I mean?
It won't be a problem anymore, Jeremy.  Lindsay has said she
is sorry so many times, I believe her.  All of those words
she said yesterday were out of confusion and hurt."  Devon
turned toward Lindsay and shook a playful fist at her.  "I
better hear nothing like that again from you, though."
   "You won't," Lindsay promised her.  "I don't know why I
said those things.  It must have been the rush of seeing
Trish again.  I was so confused.  I don't love her more than
you and Amy, Devon.  My life is with the two of you now, as
well as Jeremy.  I know that no matter what, none of you
would ever hurt me."  A tear seeped from Lindsay's right eye
as she added, "It does hurt me, though, that I hurt you."
   "Awwwww..." Devon purred, taking Lindsay into her arms
and offering her a tender embrace.  "It's okay, babydoll.
You know, I'm about the most forgiving person there is in
the whole, wide world.  I know you love me.  I've never had
any doubts about it.  That's why I'll forgive you for what
happened yesterday.  Just don't let it happen again."
   "You're lucky," I told Lindsay.  "Relationships can end
because of some of the things you said yesterday.  The last
thing I want is for you two to start hating each other, or
wanting to split up.  I don't want to have to choose between
either of you, or Amy, for that matter.  I need all three of
you in my life.  I can't survive without all of you."
   "Ours is a crazy relationship," Devon grinned, still
holding Lindsay.  "Jeremy, you have sex with your ex-wife.
Lindsay and I have sex with her ex-girlfriend.  Yet here we
are, all talking and making apologies for what happened.
And none of us feel any hurt toward each other for those
affairs.  We have a unique, crazy relationship."
   "We have to learn to control ourselves a little better,"
I countered.  "We're used to whomever is with us on the
island, it is okay - and accepted - to have sex with them.
Still, I cannot believe I let Pamela do what she did to me.
I thought I had a lot more willpower than that."
   "Pamela doesn't love you, Jeremy, like she says," Devon
offered.  "If she did, she would not have manipulated you
into having sex with her like that.  I think it was more of
an obsession with her.  She is obsessed with you, Jeremy.
There is a big difference between obsession and love."
   "I'm glad she's gone!" Lindsay huffed.  "Trish, too!  All
they would do is mettle in our lives!"
   Devon smiled and kissed the crown of Lindsay's head,
saying, "Trish was obsessed with you too, baby.  I can't
blame her for that, though.  Someone who is as sweet and
beautiful as you are - it's easy to develop an obsession."
Devon smiled once more, then patted Lindsay's tight,
little ass with an open hand.  "You're a living doll!"
   "You can be obsessed and in love at the same time," I
told Devon.  "I believe that.  I'm obsessed with you and
Lindsay, as well as Amy.  Yet I love all of you."
   "That is the good kind of obsession," Devon countered.
"Pamela is obsessed without loving you, which is not good.
She proved that to you last night."
   "What happens if Pamela and Trish come back to the
island again?" Lindsay wondered, turning her head to look
at me.  "I don't want them here ever again."
   "If they do come back again," I answered, "we'll make
sure that they turn around and leave quicker than they
arrived.  I made that point perfectly clear to them this
morning, too.  I don't want to see either of them again."
   "Trish said she never wanted to be with me again last
night because I lied to her about what Jeremy said," Lindsay
pouted.  "Then an hour later, she comes here, to our suite,
and seduces her way between Devon and me."
   "Apparently she changed her mind," Devon commented.  "I
was mad at you too, just like Trish, for awhile yesterday.
It took awhile but I got over it."  Devon tightened her
embrace upon the 19-year-old and added, "I love you so very
much, sweetheart.  I can't stay mad at you for too long."
   "I'm the luckiest girl in the whole, wide world!" Lindsay
squealed.  "I'm married to three people who are absolutely
perfect for me!  Jeremy; my over-caring, understanding,
very kind and thoughtful husband.  Devon; the soft-spoken
one, very level-headed and easy to talk to.  Then there is
Amy!  She is my wicked fantasy come to life.  Amy can do
things to my body that I never even dreamed possible!"
   "Mine too," Devon grinned, rolling her eyes dreamily.
   "Remember, not a word of any of this to Amy," I told the
pair of ladies.  "Or for that matter, Kristanna too.  Amy is
very emotional and fragile in the way people think about
her.  I DON'T EVER want her to know what was said yesterday.
It would destroy her.  She would never forget it, either."
   "My lips are sealed," Devon promised.
   Lindsay broke free from their mutual embrace and turned
to look at me.  "I don't want her to know either, Jeremy.  I
married Amy because I love her - not just to be nice to her.
What I said... yesterday... it was just a terrible day."

   "Can I make a suggestion?" Devon asked, to which both
Lindsay and I nodded.  "I think some time away from here
would do all of us some good.  Isn't that what we did the
last time Pamela and Trish showed up?  We kept our minds
occupied by going on vacation in Ohio, and making plans for
the big wedding that took place there."
   "You want to go to Ohio again?" Lindsay asked, surprised.
   "Not exactly," Devon laughed in response.  "I know your
family is there, sweetheart, but Ohio is not quite the
vacation resort I had in mind."
   "It's not a vacation resort at all," Lindsay countered.
"It's quite a boring place to live, actually."
   "You want to go on vacation again?" I asked Devon.  "We
just got back from a month in Anguilla a few weeks ago.  And
before that, we spent a very long time in the Cayman Islands
after Lindsay and I were married in Cincinnati."
   "We were in Ohio for a month, too," Lindsay added.
   "I love our little island and all, but it's also good to
go out and see the world," Devon told us.  "I never want to
leave here - this will always be my home.  But I had such a
good time in Anguilla - going out and shopping, partying,
meeting all sorts of new people.  We met Kristanna there."
   "So you want to go to Anguilla again?" I asked her.
   "I'd love to - someday," Devon answered.  "But not now.  I
want to go someplace new.  It would be a great way for us to
get our minds off of Pamela and Trish.  You think?  When I
still lived in Pennsylvania, I had a girlfriend who went to
the Bahamas on her honeymoon.  She got back and could not
stop telling me how beautiful and luxurious it was.  Because
of that, I have always wanted to go to the Bahamas."
   Lindsay pouted and said, "When Jeremy married Pamela, one
of the places we went for their honeymoon was the Bahamas."
   "Oh," Devon countered, suddenly taken back.  "Well, we
can go elsewhere then."  She turned toward me and added, "I
don't want you to have any memories of Pamela if we're on
vacation somewhere.  Like, `this is the restaurant that we
had dinner at that one night', or something like that.  I
want to help drive Pamela away from your mind forever."
   "Nonsense," I told her.  "The Bahamas are a big chain of
islands.  Pamela, Lindsay and I stayed in Freeport and
Lucaya at Grand Bahama for those ten days.  There is plenty
more to see and visit there."
   "We could avoid Freeport and Lucaya if you want to be
sure that Jeremy won't have any flashbacks about Pamela,"
Lindsay suggested to Devon.  "We'll stay away from Grand
Bahama.  It's just one of several islands there."
   I nodded at Devon and said, "You have always wanted to go
to the Bahamas?  At least, since your friend got married and
went on her honeymoon there, right?"  Devon nodded her head
in agreement as I turned toward Lindsay and asked, "How about
it, princess?  I know that Amy would love to go there.  How
about you?  You want to go on vacation in the Bahamas again?"
   "I'd love to," Lindsay replied, grinning.
   "What else is there beside Grand Bahama?" Devon wondered.
"That is where Renee had her honeymoon."
   "Paradise Island," I replied.  "I will always prefer our
own island paradise - right here - but Paradise Island in
the Bahamas would be a great vacation spot.  There is a
monster hotel resort there, called Atlantis."
   "Isn't Atlantis that complex we flew over in the plane?"
Lindsay asked.  "That place is HUGE!"
   "Yes, it is," I told her.  "I spent a couple of days
there back in 1996 while on business.  Many people go to
the Atlantis resort and never step away from it during their
whole vacation.  It has everything - a giant casino, marine
habitats, glassed-in underwater tunnels, a huge water-park
with slides, beautiful beaches, lagoons, all kinds of sports
and activities.  Wonderful restaurants and food, too.  Any
and everything you can imagine, Atlantis has it."
   "Sounds like you should have took me and Pamela to this
place instead of Grand Bahama last year," Lindsay grinned.
"It sounds more like an amusement park than a hotel resort!
I bet it's real expensive, right?"
   I nodded my head and returned, "Their most expensive suite
runs $25,000 per day."
   Devon's eyes went wide as she told me, "We are NOT staying
somewhere that expensive, Jeremy.  I don't care how rich you
are.  I don't care if your money is limitless.  I thought the
$2,995 per day villa we stayed at in Anguilla was too much.
This would be eight times more than that!"
   "We don't have to stay in the ultra-expensive suite," I
offered, grinning.  "Not if you don't want to, at least.
There are some suites in the two- or three-thousand dollar
range, I think.  I'll have to find out the exact prices."
   "Are those the cheapest ones?" Lindsay wondered.
   "No," I told her.  "They have villas and rooms which run
a couple hundred dollars per day, too.  It's just a matter
of taste.  I have a lot of money and can afford it, so if we
go there, we're staying in the absolute lap of luxury."
   "Which means another suite for three-thousand per day?"
Devon confirmed.  "Well, at least you didn't choose that
$25,000 one.  That's too much - even for you, Jeremy."
   "Maybe for me, dear, yes," I told her.  "But not for you,
Lindsay and Amy, and even Kristanna.  I want all four of you
to be happy.  I want you to have everything in life.  Nothing
short of the best for you is good enough in my book."
   "We already have everything in life," Devon murmured,
moving forward upon the bed and wrapping both arms around my
body in a loving embrace.  "Everything that we need, at
least.  Anything else is just a cherry on top of our sundae."
   I held Devon tightly while saying, "I have more money at
my disposal than I could ever dream of using.  I give a lot
to charity, as well as my family, but the one thing I want
to spend the most on is you four girls.  I want to make all
four of you happy.  That is why I buy you presents, take you
places all over the world... I like seeing you girls smile."
   Lindsay moved forward upon her knees and wrapped her arms
around both Devon and I, thus making it a three-way embrace.
"We like seeing you smile too, Jeremy."  Still on her knees,
Lindsay took a step back and collapsed upon the bed.  "I do
admit, Anguilla sure was nice.  So was Lana'i in Hawaii.  My
favorite place of all, though - believe it or not - was
Scotland.  Remember when we went there earlier this year?"
   "It's strange that you didn't say some exotic island or
resort is your favorite place," Devon countered, ending our
embrace and looking back at Lindsay.
   "I loved those old-time castles!" the teen-ager squealed
in response.  "And the highlands were just gorgeous!"  She
sat up in bed and concluded, "Absolutely gorgeous!"
   "We'll be sure to go back there one day in the future," I
told her.  "You and Devon seemed to enjoy teasing all those
guys at the hotel more than anything, princess."
   "We did more than just tease them..." Devon grinned.
   "That you did," I nodded, recalling the all-out orgy both
Lindsay and Devon started one evening at the hotel where the
three of us stayed.  Needless to say, both of my wives were
gang-banged beyond any and all belief.
   "Those days are behind me, though," Devon commented.  "I
still may not be able to resist a pretty pussy, but I'm going
to stay loyal to only one man."  She turned toward me, my
eyes wide, and added, "You, Jeremy.  No other guys for me."
   "Me?" I exclaimed, somewhat surprised.  "I never asked or
wanted you to shut yourself off from other men, sweetheart.
I want you to go out and broaden your horizons."
   "I have no need to," she told me.  "I only want one man -
you.  I'll still pursue the occasional stray pussy, though."
   "Like Kristanna?" Lindsay giggled.  "Me, I like both
pussy AND cock.  I want more!  When we go to Atlantis, I hope
there are a bunch of cute girls and hot guys around.  I want
to, as Jeremy put it, broaden my horizons."
   "You're a slut, Lindsay," Devon smiled.  "We expect that
from you.  I bet you'll wind up getting gang-banged again."
   "With any luck, yes, I will," the little vixen said, her
tone deep.  "I just love cocks!  All types of cocks!  Big
ones, little ones, black, white, yellow... doesn't matter!
Just give me a cock, and I'll happily suck and fuck it!"
   "You're just a slut for cocks," Devon sneered.  "Maybe
you could get a job at the airport, honey, greeting each man
on your knees as they step off their plane."
   "Now THAT sounds like a job!" Lindsay exclaimed, her
vivacious, bubbly personality on total display.  "They
wouldn't have to pay me for that job - I'd pay them!"
   I smiled and asked Devon, "Paradise Island is the place
you suggest we go on vacation to?  The Atlantis resort?  Are
you sure that is where you want to go?"
   Devon nodded her head and replied, "Yes, if that's okay.
You talked it up so much - now I really want to visit it."
   "We'll be there in two days," I told them.
   "Two days?" Devon exclaimed, her eyes bulging.
   "Sure," was my response.  "We can pack our suitcases
tomorrow.  What is today?  Tuesday?  We'll leave very early
Thursday morning, and be there that night.  I'll call my
travel agent in Lima and she'll set everything up for us."
   "That seems kind of fast to drop everything and leave,
but I guess we can do it," Devon nodded.  "How long are we
going to stay in the Bahamas?"
   I shrugged my shoulders and suggested, "A week?  Two
weeks?  A month?  Talk to me, girls."
   "A month," Lindsay answered.  "Are you going to hire that
elderly couple from Lima to watch over the mansion again?"
   "Of course I am," I replied.  "I always hire Francisco
and Juanita to stay here - to make sure everything is okay
when we go on vacation.  They might be the only people that
I trust to watch over the island while we're away.  Do you
know that they've been married for over 50 years?"
   "Just make sure Lindsay stays away from Juanita," Devon
sneered, which elicited a playful punch in the shoulder from
her younger wife.  "Juanita is what?  70 or 75?  That's the
perfect age for Lindsay's tastes in women."
   "You're never going to let me live down what I did with
Louisa!" the little vixen huffed, albeit in a playful way.
   "Why should I?" Devon countered.  "Louisa was 76 years of
age, and your pussy was an all-you-can-eat-buffet to her...
more than once.  Louisa was like a grandmother to me."
   "Me too!" Lindsay squealed.  "I just... I couldn't help
myself.  I was so horny, and when Louisa asked..."
   "Please," Devon cut her off, "no details."
   "That was definitely the wildest thing I ever did in my
life," Lindsay commented.
   "It's too bad that you were a virgin, Lindsay, until you
were 18," Devon said.  "Trish took your virginity during
your first day here on the island last year, right?  I could
just imagine you in high school if you started having sex a
bit earlier in life.  You could be a little cheerleader slut,
sucking and fucking the whole football team after each game."
   "I'd jump out of a big cake and start stripping!" Lindsay
squealed.  "Don't forget the basketball team, too!  Remember
that one porno movie Amy made, where she was a reporter and
wound up getting gang-banged by the basketball team in their
locker-room?  THAT is definitely a fantasy of mine."
   "You're priceless, Lindsay," Devon giggled.  "Priceless!"
   "I know you had some pretty wild times in high school,
yourself," the little blonde mused.  "Tell me, Devon.  You
were expelled and graduated a year late because you got
caught having sex with your boyfriend in the high school
auditorium.  I know you had some other wild times, right?"
   "Hmmmmm... a few," Devon replied, an inquisitive look upon
her face.  "Same boyfriend, but different time.  He loved to
take chances at being caught like that.  It turned him on.
Let me say that his name was Tim, and he was the quarterback
of the football team.  I was a cheerleader, naturally."
   "That doesn't surprise me," Lindsay giggled.
   Devon smiled and continued, "Well during one game, Tim
was tackled real hard by a defensive lineman or linebacker -
I'm not really sure which.  But he was roughed up pretty bad,
and taken out of the game.  I took a little break to go over
and see how Tim was doing.  He was in a lot of pain and
needed some... help.  The type of help that only _I_ could
give him.  So we snuck off and went under the bleachers."
   "I started sucking him off, which made his pain go away
just a little bit.  One thing led to another, and then we
did a full-on doggie."  Devon paused and grinned, "It was
the most OUTRAGEOUS thing to watch a football game going on
right in front of me, while being FUCKED from behind..."
   "Underneath the bleachers?" Lindsay exclaimed.  "With all
those fans and spectators above you?  You weren't spotted?"
   "Fortunately, no," Devon grinned.  "But it was intense."
She shook her head and went on, "I've obviously settled down
a lot from the way I used to be."
   "Yeah," Lindsay snickered.  "You're a one-man, three-woman
sort of girl now.  That's what I call settling down."
   "Look at you!" Devon countered.
   "I'll always be a slut," Lindsay beamed, showing pride in
herself.  "I'll be as old as Juanita or Louisa one day, and
I'll STILL be looking for gang-bang and daisy-chain sex.  I
can't control myself, Devon.  I don't wanna control myself!"

   As I listened to these two angels banter back-and-forth
with their naughty words, needless to say, I had a raging
erection.  This was oftentimes the case when Lindsay and
Trish got into one of their famed conversations, which almost
always wound up on the topic of sex.
   Just glad I could be there to listen, I would usually sit
back and let them go at one another without saying too much
myself until I was spoken to directly.  Why ruin things?

   "I just wish I was the one who took your virginity," Devon
said to Lindsay.  "Too bad it had to be that manipulative
Trish."  Devon turned toward me and grinned, "I wish I took
your virginity too, big boy."
   "Mine?" I asked, somewhat surprised.  "The first time I
had sex, I was the same age Lindsay was with Trish - 18.
That was long before you and I ever met, Miss Devon."
   "Was it with Victoria?" Lindsay asked.
   I nodded and answered, "Yes, my ex-fiancee.  I thought
Victoria was going to the only woman I ever had sex with.
But she stood me up at the altar, and went running off with
her girlfriend, Mindy.  It was pretty humiliating."
   "Where was I back then?" Devon wondered.
   "You were 15, dear, and fucking your boyfriend underneath
the bleachers," I told her, smiling.
   "Oh," Devon grinned.  "I guess you're right.  But I should
have known you back then, Jeremy.  I would have never hurt
you like that.  Maybe we could have gotten married, and you
would never even know that Victoria existed.  Of course, we
would have had to wait until I was 18 myself."
   "I think everything turned out okay," were my words.  "I
am married to you, Devon, as well as Lindsay and Amy.  We're
all very happy and in love together.  I can't ask for more."
   "I can't believe you didn't have a girlfriend while you
were in high school," Devon said to me.  "You're so kind and
thoughtful, Jeremy.  It seems as though all of the girls you
went to school with would have thrown themselves at you.  I
know if I went to school with you, I would have."

   Those words actually made me blush.

   After a brief chuckle, I smiled and countered, "That is
very nice of you to say, dear, but I had a little problem
throughout most of my high school years."
   "April," Lindsay nodded.  "You told me all about her."
   "Yes, April," I confirmed.  "April was the only girl in
the entire school that I had any interest in.  I tried to
get April to go out with me for three long years, but could
never get her to cross the gap between friendship and love
with me.  All April ever wanted to do is be friends with me,
though she dated literally every other guy in the school."
   "Except you," Lindsay frowned, patting my shoulder.
   "You told me about April before, too," Devon nodded.  "I
bet April looks back nowadays and wishes that she gave you a
chance."  Devon giggled and added, "Especially when she
learned that you came into all that money."
   "What did April look like?" Lindsay wondered.  "I bet she
was a blonde.  You like us blondes, Jeremy."
   "Actually, April was a red-head," I answered.  "Believe
it or not, but she and Amy look very much alike.  Same type
of body, same face, smile, features."  I paused and added,
"Amy was actually the first girl that I chose to bring to the
island last year, because she reminded me so much of April."
   "Did you think of April that first night, when Amy came
into your room and fucked you?" Lindsay inquired.
   "Yes, I did.  But only that first night.  After that, Amy
was her own person to me.  She no longer reminded me of
April, because I liked Amy a whole lot more.  Amy was very
interested in me, which set her miles ahead of April."
   "You should have tried to go out with other girls instead
of April when you were growing up," Devon told me.  "I know
there were girls at your school who liked you, Jeremy, but
thought you didn't even know that they existed because you
were so focused on this April chick.  I guess the only way
you finally got her out of your system was because you moved
from New Jersey to California after graduating.  Correct?"
   "Yes."
   "April must not have been too smart," Devon shrugged.
   "Pamela reminded me of Victoria," I offered.  "I almost
didn't choose her for the island because of that."
   "Did I remind you of anyone?" Lindsay wondered.
   "No, not at all," I laughed.  "You are one-in-a-trillion,
princess.  There's no one in the whole world like you."  I
shook my head and went on, "You got that little, killer body
of yours, along with that sweet, wholesome face, and that
come-fuck-me aggression.  You are surely one-in-a-trillion."
   "You call me an older, more shapely and voluptuous version
of Lindsay," Devon nodded.  "Right?"
   "Yes," I told her.  "You reminded me of Lindsay, dear,
because everything about the two of you is the same except
your ages, and your bra sizes.  Yet I can differentiate
between both of you real easily.  Thus, Miss Devon... you
are one-in-a-trillion too."
   "I'm not sure if I understand that, if you say Lindsay and
I are so alike, but I'll still take it as a nice compliment,"
she giggled.  "But there is one thing that sets Lindsay and
me apart, Jeremy.  I'm not an out-of-control slut like she
is.  Being with her is like trying to cage a wild animal."
   "At least you get unlimited chances to tame my 'lil, wild
pussy," Lindsay snickered.  "Though you'll never do it."
   "Fat chance of that!" Devon laughed, before settling down
and suggesting, "Why don't you find Amy and Kristanna, and
tell them that we're going on vacation to Paradise Island in
the Bahamas, honey?  Amy will be so excited!"
   "That's a good idea," Lindsay nodded.  "I think Amy and
Kristanna are out walking in the garden.  I'll go tell them."
The 19-year-old made a motion to get off the bed, but Devon
grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close.  Then, Devon
pressed her lips to Lindsay's for a hot, tongue-filled kiss.
   I sat back and watched with interested eyes as the pair
of lovely ladies traded their tongues over an open-mouthed
exchange.  When Lindsay placed a hand to her wife's rounded,
firm breasts, Devon suddenly broke their mutual kiss and
pushed her toward me.  I immediately brought Lindsay into my
own arms and gave her a slow, languid kiss as well.
   Once it was over, I offered Lindsay a smile and patted
her denim-clad ass with my right hand.  We traded another
kiss, this one very quick, before she sprung off the bed.
Lindsay waved at both Devon and yours truly, then turned and
exited the suite.  Of course, my adoring eyes were glued to
her sweet, little ass - watching it wiggle back-and-forth as
she walked along - until it disappeared from my view.

                           * * *

   I have often referred to Devon as an older version of
Lindsay, which was a very accurate statement.  Not only did
the pair of lovely ladies look alike, but they had similar
personalities, and both were extreme sweethearts.  A very
distinct difference between them, however, was linked with
their ages.  Devon was 25, and Lindsay, of course, was 19.
   Lindsay was the wild, precocious type, whose limit when
it came to sex - and how far she would go to get it - had
not been reached.  She was not even close to her limit, and I
seriously wondered if the little vixen would ever reach it.
   Devon, on the other hand, was much more controlled and
sensible in the way she went about things.  Yet at the same
time, because I had Devon's trust, she would let herself go,
and be wild and crazy while with me.  Devon would be a slut
in the bedroom for her inner circle, which not only included
me, but also Lindsay, Amy and Kristanna as well.  Outside of
her circle, though, Devon would keep her desires in check.
   The flipside of that, of course, was Lindsay - who would
slut herself out for just about any man or woman who was the
tiniest bit nice to her.  Lindsay was the type of girl who
wanted to have sex with anything that moved.
   I enjoyed the erotic viewpoints of both women, and really
did not have a preference for either.  At times, though, I
wished that Devon was a little more like Lindsay.  Likewise,
there were occasions that I wanted Lindsay to display a bit
of Devon's maturity and level-headed nature.  But if I sat
down and truly thought about it, both ladies were perfect.
I really wanted neither of them to change.  Why would I?
   I had the best of both worlds.  Lindsay was the reckless,
insatiable hellcat who knew no boundaries when it came to
sex.  Devon was a level-headed, wet dream of mine come to
life.  I also felt honored, in a sense, because Devon had
earlier stated that I was the only man that she wanted to
experience from this point on.  Considering the wide-open
relationship we were in, that was quite a statement.
   Of course, I have not even mentioned Amy yet.  She was
similar to Lindsay, except older (28), and without the
innocent, wholesome appeal that I found so enticing.  Amy,
with her past career as a pornstar, seemed very rough and
jagged around the edges, with that been-there-done-that
look going for her.  I enjoyed these qualities as well.
   Lindsay.  Devon.  Amy.  Make no mistake about it - I
considered myself the luckiest man on the entire planet.
After all those years I spent alone, and in isolation with
no one else around, God had saw fit to smile down upon me.
Now, I had three beautiful wives, all of whom loved me.
Indeed, I was the luckiest man alive.

                           * * *

   "It's going to take me awhile to forget what Lindsay said
to me yesterday, Jeremy," Devon told me in our private suite,
after the 19-year-old had vanished from view.  "I won't tell
Lindsay that because I don't want her to worry about it or
feel guilty, but it is the truth."
   "I know," I sighed in response.  "It's going to take a
long while for me to forget that ultimatum she presented me
with.  But I think she was telling us the truth, sweetheart.
Lindsay said that she was hurt and confused yesterday, and
not thinking straight.  I was feeling the same way last
night when Pamela forced herself on me.  The last thing I
wanted was to have sex with her again, but I did.  I know
exactly what Lindsay was feeling yesterday."
   Devon nodded before saying, "That's understandable.  I
know how much Pamela meant to you at one point, and what
Trish meant to Lindsay.  It must be so hard for the two of
you.  You spend ten long months trying your best to get them
out of your system and when you think you finally succeeded,
they're right back in your lives, begging for forgiveness
amd then throwing themselves at you."
   "A part of you will always love Pamela, Jeremy.  You may
not see that, or want to believe it.  But it's the truth."
   Frowning, I mused, "That part of me got its jollies last
night.  Never again, though."  I smiled at her and said,
"Why are you so understanding about everything, Devon?"
   She shrugged and answered, "I just don't like trouble or
arguments.  I know you love me and I know Lindsay loves me.
I know that love is unconditional.  That's all I care about.
I don't mind a couple of mistakes.  Everyone makes them."
   "I've known you for 11 months, dear, and you haven't made
one mistake yet.  I can't think of anything you have done
that has made anyone upset or angry.  How is that possible?"
   Again, Devon shrugged her shoulders.  "I don't know.  I
guess a lot of it comes from the fact that I was once a
submissive - to my ex-girlfriend, Jennifer.  I learned to
accept what other people wanted of me, and like it."
   "Well..." I said, "there was the first time that Pamela
and Trish came back.  You got into that fight with Trish.
And I had to hold you back from Pamela."
   "That doesn't count," Devon grinned.  "I was just trying
to protect my territory - you and Lindsay.  Besides, Trish
was the one fighting - not me.  She punched me two or three
times."  Devon smiled and added, "Then Lindsay punched her.
It was a pretty emotional day."
   "You were hiding behind Lindsay's skirt," I chuckled.
   "That's not a bad place to hide," Devon told me, a wicked
gleam in her eyes.  "It has a great view."
   "That it does!" I laughed, before gliding out of bed and
strolling over to my computer chair.  I took a seat there,
then picked up the telephone and started dialing.  "Give me
a moment, dear.  I'm calling my travel agent in Lima so she
can book our arrangements for Paradise Island."
   "Everyday with you, Jeremy, is like paradise," Devon said
in a dreamy tone, before reclining on the bed and slipping a
hand between her thighs.  Wearing a pair of spandex shorts,
Devon openly fingered and massaged the silken joining of her
thighs as she gazed at me in admiration.  Of course, I felt
my cock getting hard once again at the naughty display.

   "Hola Rosa, este es Jeremy <last name>," I suddenly said
into the telephone, though my eyes were still trained on
the tempting Devon.  "Quisiera reservar un viaje para cuatro
a las Bahamas."  Of course, I had to speak in the woman's
native Spanish.  "Como siempre, el precio no es ninguna
preocupacion.  Quisiera el mejor cuarto que el Atlantis
tiene comenzar en dos dias, por 30 dias despues eso."
   "You have to teach me Spanish one day!" Devon squealed,
sliding her spandex pants downward.  My eyes went wide, and
my cock got even harder, as she then slipped her white
G-string down as well.  Devon sighed as she slid a hand
between her thighs, before sinking a finger into her depths.
   I went over some extra details with the travel agent,
though Devon definitely had my attention.  Laying flat on
her back with her knees in the air, thighs spread, Devon
purred and moaned as she twiddled away at her little pussy.
The look of desire upon her face as she masturbated...
   "Si, llamame detras cuando usted tiene nuestros planes,"
I said in closing.  "Usted sabe el numero.  Gracias, Rosa."
I slammed the telephone down and playfully exclaimed, "What
are you doing, woman?  I was trying to use the phone!"
   Devon giggled and asked, "How do you say `I love you' in
Spanish, Jeremy?"
   "Te amo," was my response.
   "Te amo!" Devon exclaimed, her energetic, squealy voice
echoing throughout our suite.  "Te amo!  TE AMO, JEREMY!"
   "Devon, usted ha sido una mala muchacha embromandome, pero
voy a hacerle amor de todos modos!"
   "That's not fair!" she huffed.  "I don't know what you're
saying to me!  Speak English, you... you big meanie!"
   "I got a big meanie for you right here," I wryly told her,
clutching the aching bulge within my trousers while closing
the distance between us.  "Are you ready for it?"
   "Oh yes," the shapely blonde replied.  "Bring it on!"
   "First, though..."  I hesitated for an instant or two,
then jumped onto the bed with Devon and literally drove my
face directly between her lush, widespread thighs.  Indeed,
it was time for a scrumptious, late afternoon snack...

                           * * *

   "Oh yeah..." Devon cooed, her pleasure evident, as my
tongue made its initial contact with her damp, wondrous
pussy.  "Oh yeah, Jeremy.  Yeeeeah."  Her words encouraging
me to go further, I glided my tongue in very slow, languid
circles upon the folds of her slit.
   Needless to say, Devon's silky depths tasted absolutely
wonderful to my hungry, probing tongue.  Of course, I let
her know this through a series of compliments.
   "Hmmmmm," I gently moaned, my tongue continually swirling
about.  "Such a pretty, little pussy.  Oh yes... delicious
too.  It even smells all nice and beautiful."
   The 25-year-old's body tensed with sheer arousal once I
began swiping my tongue over and across her little nub of a
clitoris.  Devon squealed in response, then reached down
with both hands and grasped the crown of my head in a very
appreciative manner.  She weaved her fingers throughout my
hair, her gentle moans acting as music to my ears.
   "Do you like me licking your little, shaved pussy?" I
asked her, my voice teasing.  "Do you, Devon?  How does my
tongue feel on it?  Would you like some fingers, too?"
   "Oh yes..." she panted in return.  "Please!"
   "Aren't you the most precious thing?" I asked, inserting
a pair of fingers into the tender depths of her pussy.  I
watched as Devon squinted her eyes, the expression upon her
face awash with lustful arousal.  Then, I began to steadily
jam both fingers in-and-out of her lush, damp folds.
   Meanwhile, I went back to concentrating on her clitoris
with my tongue.  I flicked and dabbed away at it repeatedly,
while thrusting two fingers from my right hand hard and fast
into her depths.  My left hand had a firm hold on the side
of her hip, caressing and massaging it.
   "Do you know how much I love you, sweetheart?" I asked,
my tongue now a blur.  "Do you know that I would do any and
everything to put a smile on your face?  Hmmmmm... what a
delicious pussy.  I'll just have this for dinner tonight."
   While with my collection of ladies, I was not always the
most oral-minded of men.  I figured they did a much better
job of pleasuring one another with their lips and tongues
than I possibly ever could, simply because they were women
and knew which buttons to push.
   However, on those rare occasions when I did go in for a
taste, I always put forth my maximum effort, and wanted to
do nothing but make whomever I was with absolutely explode
in sheer, white-hot passion.  I believed that all of these
ladies had beautiful pussies, but in their own, unique way.
It was my duty to make love to them with my lips and tongue.
   "That feels so good..." Devon panted, her breathing rough
and ragged.  "God, Jeremy... yes!  Lick me!  OOOOOH YEAH!"
   The muscles in my forearm were clenched and felt as if
they would burst as I repeatedly hammered a pair of fingers
in-and-out of Devon's overheated slit.  That, along with my
probing tongue, had brought my wife to the edge of release.
Now, it was time for her to topple over and fall from it.
   To achieve that goal, I shifted my tongue into erotic
overdrive and throttled her pussy even harder than before
with my fingers.  Soon, Devon was squealing and grunting out
in wild, intense passion, her voluptuous body writhing and
bucking about in the most extreme of sensations beneath me.
   I growled and roared out in my own desire once Devon's
pussy literally exploded underneath my advances.  A fresh
flow of delicious cream, which I eagerly lapped up with my
tongue, oozed from the confines of her imploding clit.  I
also kept two fingers buried deep inside of her, wiggling
them about, only adding to her already immense pleasure.

   "HMMMMM..." she purred seconds later, finally relaxing
her thighs while moaning in satisfaction.  "God, Jeremy...
God!  Hmmmmm... thank you.  I really needed that."
   I planted my lips upon Devon's little pussy one final
time, offering it a delicate kiss, before trailing my mouth
and lips upward.  I stopped my slow ascent at her abdomen,
then playfully dabbed at her belly button with my tongue.
All the while, of course, Devon cradled my head with both
hands and continued weaving her fingers throughout my hair.
   "You're going to have a good time in the Bahamas, dear,"
I told her, my tone soft and gentle.  "You have that worldly
sense; that aura, about yourself.  Seems as though you were
born to travel.  I want to take you wherever you want to go."
   "I will have a good time," she sighed in response.  "Not
because I'll be in the Bahamas, Jeremy, but because I'll be
with you.  Everyday is a good day because of that.  Being in
the Bahamas will only add to my good time."
   "You're such a sweetheart..." I offered, clutching the
sides of the little, white half-shirt that she wore.  I
pushed it upward, exposing her luscious, bra-clad breasts.
Devon did the rest, pulling the shirt up and over her head.
She then tossed it elsewhere and smiled lovingly at me.
   "Are you ready to give me that quote, big meanie, yet?"
   I chuckled at her words.  "You can't wait for it, huh?"
   Devon shook her head and grinned once more.  "No.  I am
going to have a good time in the Bahamas, though, as you
said.  All of us are.  Are you going to turn Lindsay and
Amy loose?  I can only imagine the trouble they could find
with so many party-goers and travelers around."
   "What do you mean?" I asked her.
   "Lindsay is about due for another gang-bang," Devon told
me, which caused my body to shudder with pure arousal.  "I
guess, as I think about it, Amy may not be interested in
being with so many guys anymore because of what happened to
her while she was making movies.  Kristanna could easily
fill her shoes.  It could be Lindsay and Kristanna."
   "They would be quite the team," I grinned.
   "As I said earlier, Lindsay is like a wild, caged animal,"
Devon mused.  "She's certainly more sexual and ravenous than
anyone I have ever known.  You'll be letting her out of her
cage, so to speak, by taking her on vacation, Jeremy."  Devon
nodded and continued, "I could see her with a whole group of
guys.  You know, Lindsay could be their... entertainment."
   "Amy says I am not really Lindsay's husband," I remarked,
still grinning.  "She says I am her keeper."
   "You're Lindsay's Master," Devon corrected, which made my
eyes widen in lust.  "She fucks and sucks anyone in sight,
but will always come back to you in the end."
   "You too, dear," I told her.  "She'll come back to you as
well."  I paused and wryly added, "I think you're in need of
a gang-bang, though, too.  How about it?"
   "Oh no, not me," she snickered.  "Not anymore.  The only
man I want anymore... well, I'm looking at him right now."
Devon blew me a kiss and concluded, "Find me a pretty group
of girls in the Bahamas, though, and I'll be in business."
   "You shouldn't shut yourself out from other men, dear,"
were my words.  "I'll never ask you to do that."
   "I already have a Ferrari - you," she said in response.
"Everyone else is a lemon to me.  They'd be a let-down."
Devon paused and added, "You'll never know how much I love
you, Jeremy.  You'll just never know..."
   "Apparently not," I said, my eyes wide.  Obviously, Devon
was straightforward, honest and fiercely loyal toward me.  I
certainly appreciated her dedication for me.
   But at the same time, imagining Devon in the middle of
six or eight men at once - getting drilled beyond belief -
was something which excited me very much.  It sure would be
nice to see, though I still appreciated and admired Devon's
steadfast loyalty toward me.
   Lindsay had that same type of loyalty, though perhaps not
as extreme, but would still be on the prowl for other men
the very moment our vacation started.  When she and I went
to Scotland earlier this year, along with Devon, Lindsay
claimed that her number-one priority was to seduce a group
of strangers.  Of course, she succeeded - as did Devon.
   Speaking of Devon, she was the center of my universe at
the current moment.  I moved further up her beautiful body,
then used my lips and tongue to sample a taste of her lush,
deepened cleavage.  Devon squealed and writhed in response
beneath me, her hands now tenderly stroking my shoulders.
   "Big meanie!" Devon laughed.  "I want the big meanie!"

   Indeed, it was time to grant that request.

   Devon was still wearing her lacey, white bra as I busily
stripped both my trousers and briefs downward.  I got rid of
them, then parted Devon's succulent thighs with my hands and
mounted her in the missionary position.  Devon wrapped her
arms around my shoulders and held on tightly, then grunted
with desire as I forged my shaft into her velvety pussy.
   "OH YEAH," she cooed.  "Come on, give it to me..."
   I kept my eyes focused upon Devon's enchanting face as I
slowly but surely began to thrust my cock in-and-out of her
eager pussy.  She made eye contact with me as well, then
offered an inviting smile while letting out a series of low,
guttural moans.  Right now, at least, my motion was quite
slow and tender.  I wanted Devon to enjoy this.
   "Hmmmmm... yeah," she sighed.  "Yeah, Jeremy.  Yes.  Oh,
that feels so good."  Devon found my lips with her own and
added, "I love you so much."
   "Ohhhhh... I love you too," was my response, as I placed
my mouth to her neck and gently nibbled away upon it.  "You
are such a special lady, Devon.  A truly special lady."  I
smiled and went on, "Tell me about that time in high school,
dear - when you and your boyfriend went under the bleachers.
I bet you were the HOTTEST cheerleader back then."
   "Tim fucked me doggie-style," she responded, as I still
used gentle motions to stroke myself into her.  "The crowd
was sitting right above us, but they were so loud and into
the football game that no one saw us."
   "Did you have your cheerleader uniform on?"
   "Yes," she replied, which caused me to moan out in total
lust.  "It was so intense and nasty, Jeremy.  But I loved
every single minute of it.  It was OUTRAGEOUS."
   "Okay Lindsay," I mocked Devon, eliciting a laugh from
her.  "You say she that she is a wild animal..."
   "Lindsay is a million times worse than I used to be,"
Devon snickered.  "I could imagine Lindsay fucking the
whole football team right on the 50-yard line.  Both teams!"
   "HMMMMM..." I growled at the mere thought, as I began to
thrust myself in-and-out of Devon at a faster rate of speed.
   "There would be all those people in the stands, and it
could even be broadcast live on national television," Devon
added, grunting.  "I bet Lindsay would love that."
   "So would I..."
   "I know you would, Jeremy.  I know full well."
   Her expression tight, Devon closed her eyes and arched
her neck as I continually plowed my way into her velvety
depths.  I found her mouth with my own and ravaged it, my
tongue swirling and dabbing away at hers in wild circles.
   I latched onto Devon's shoulders with both hands and held
on for dear life as my thrusts quickly reached their maximum
speed.  I was now pounding Devon with all of the effort and
intensity that I could muster, as she squealed and thrashed
about beneath me in response.  I kept my mouth glued to
hers, however, our shared kiss still raging.
   My nerves were ablaze with passion and desire as I sensed
the forthcoming eruption within my body begin to take shape.
I roared like a madman as the swirling sensations then seemed
to overwhelm my entire body.  I hammered myself into her
amazing pussy one final time and held there...
   An instant later, it seemed as though everything around
me was exploding in a sea of lustful emotions.  That was the
case with my shaft, indeed, as it pumped load after load of
hot, primed sperm deep into Devon's womb.
   As I grunted and growled in response to the wonderfully
exotic feelings, Devon seemed to let her own body go.  She
clutched my shoulders even tighter than before while letting
out her own series of squeals and moans, the sensations of
sweet orgasm gripping and then overtaking her entire body.
   For several seconds, both of us rumbled and shivered
together, our bodies entwined as one, before all the breath
within my lungs literally vanished.  I collapsed on top of
Devon in an exhausted, yet satisfied heap, and then caught
my second wind through a series of thick, heavy gasps.

                           * * *

   "Hmmmmm... I LOVE the big meanie," Devon purred in the
aftermath, her body glistening with perspiration.  "But I
love you even more, Jeremy!"  She found my lips with her own
and offered me another hot, tongue-filled kiss.  "You make
this Atlantis resort in the Bahamas sound like a wonderland,
Jeremy, but I may never want to leave our hotel room.  My
own personal wonderland is when I am in bed with you."
   "You're incredible, Devon," I returned while shaking my
head, before kissing her once again.  "Simply incredible.
You say things to me, and I just sometimes wonder why.  Why
do you love me so much?  Why do I make you feel the way I
do?  You could have your pick of anyone - man or woman - in
this whole, wide world.  Yet it's me."
   "I spent all those years alone on this island, in what
was basically solitary confinement, fantasizing about what
it would be like if there was a woman who loved me as much
as you do.  Heck, even half as much as you do, Devon."
   "I've really thought a lot about this since that thing
you said to me last week, dear.  Remember?  About how the
first time you saw me, the only thought that came to your
mind was WOW?  You said you loved me from that very moment.
That was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
   "I just speak my mind, Jeremy," Devon replied, kissing my
cheek.  "But remember what else I told you, too.  Lindsay
and Amy feel the exact same way about you, Jeremy, that I
do.  They just don't express themselves as well as I do.
   "You are Lindsay's Master, remember?  And Amy feels debted
to you for the rest of her life.  Not only were you the first
person who treated her with any hint of respect - instead of
a pure sexual object - but you saved her life, too."

   "Amy told me that without you, Jeremy, and the way you
helped her over the summer... she probably would have wound
up killing herself."  My eyes nearly popped from my skull as
Devon added, "Amy was that dissatisfied with her life."

   Devon hesitated before continuing, "Remember what I said
earlier?  I don't know how any girl or woman that you liked
in your life could not have had the same type of feelings
for you.  April was your crush in high school, right?  You
are just so thoughtful and giving, Jeremy.  You are so nice
and sincere.  That's what most women want.  I don't know how
anyone could not like you.  I honestly don't."
   "I wish I knew you back then, Jeremy.  I'd have latched
onto you and never let go.  You would have never even known
that any other girls existed.  I'd make you forget them.  I
would have made you so happy.  And all those years you spent
alone would have been with me."
   I held back a laugh, but was otherwise speechless.  Devon
was incredible.  I relayed that to her with a tight embrace.


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