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"Island Paradise: Eternity" - Chapter 12 of ??
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Among the many outdoor features here on the island was
Kristanna Field, where rocks and boulders were scattered
across a crimson landscape as if some divine being had
placed them there as a sculpture garden. Adjacent was a
self-guided nature trail leading through the lush, green
forest, where many of the island's wildlife roamed free.
The shimmering pool which Devon Falls emptied out into was
lustrously blue and aquamarine in color.
Mount Jeremy, a 3,218-foot windswept perch, offered a
truly spectacular, panoramic view of the entire island for
those brave enough to actually ascend and hike it. It was
home to beautiful terrain lined with tropical flowers such
as hibiscus, orchids, plumeria, red ginger, heliconia and
anthuriums. The eastern half of the green mountain swept
all the way down to the Pacific Ocean.
But perhaps the most beautiful attraction on the island -
and clearly the most popular amongst our guests - was the
wide array of beaches. There were more than 30 lovely
crescents and coves enshrouding 12 miles of shoreline. The
beaches, with white, gold, red, black and green sands, were
caressed by a peaceful, endless surf. Many of them were
also bordered by curving coconut palms, azure lagoons and
colorful reefs which catered to snorkeling enthusiasts.
The sky was a brilliant, tropical shade of orange, with
light clouds trickled here-and-there, on this early Tuesday
evening as the duo of Devon and Lindsay basked together in
the glow of the setting sun. Embracing each other near a
large boulder on the south beach as the remnants of incoming
waves nipped at their feet, Devon and Lindsay were sharing
their lips and tongues through a series of tender kisses.
With the sparkling ocean and its peaceful serenade of
rolling waves as their backdrop, watching these two angels
embrace and kiss one another was perhaps the most beautiful
sight I had ever witnessed from within my voyeur room. I
certainly could not think of anything that ever topped it.
In fact, I had been lounging at the control panel inside
the voyeur room - my cock in hand - for the past 30 minutes.
I had followed Devon and Lindsay, who were wearing just their
little bikinis, as they ventured from the mansion through the
miniature golf course and botanical garden, and finally
down the ridge which led to the south beach.
The pair of ladies squealed with delight as they first
splashed one another with water while standing at the edge
of the ocean. Finally, Devon offered Lindsay a hard, yet
playful shove, causing the 20-year-old to fall and topple
over into the surf. Of course, Lindsay returned the favor -
grabbing Devon's leg and wringing it about until she lost
her balance and fell harmlessly into the water too. They
continued to splash each other and even wrestled together.
After several minutes of what could best be described as
"girl talk", Devon and Lindsay shed their bikini tops and
started to massage and grope each others' breasts. That was
a stark contrast in and of itself. Devon's breasts were
incredibly large and wondrously firm. Lindsay, on the other
hand, possessed breasts that were of the B-cup variety. They
looked totally scrumptious on her, however, and accentuated
her youthful appearance to the utmost extent.
It wasn't too long before the two lovers shared a warm
embrace, then pressed their lips together for a series of
tongue-filled kisses. That was where they were right now,
as I sat by in the voyeur room and briskly stroked my cock.
Of course, my eyes were glued to that specific monitor in
front of me. Nothing was going to distract me away from it.
I should also point out that the affection which Devon
felt for Lindsay was reaching extraordinary levels. My wife
said she was going to lay low from Lindsay a couple of weeks
ago, and allow her feelings of adoration and desire for the
precocious blonde to temper down. That lasted all but a day
or two, as Devon was soon drawn right back to Lindsay.
The only time when it seemed as if the two ladies were
actually apart anymore was nightfall. Lindsay shared a guest
room with Britney, while Devon usually slept in the same bed
with Kristanna and yours truly in our private suite. During
all other times, though, Devon and Lindsay could usually be
found playing and giggling together, or simply having sex.
Now, as both ladies stood in each others' arms on the
breathtaking south beach, I paid special attention to their
tongues as they dueled and jabbed together in the open air.
Was there a more awe-inspiring sight in the whole, wide world
than two gorgeous women such as this sharing a very warm and
intimate kiss together? If so, I was not aware of it.
"I can't get enough of you," Devon groaned once their
series of kisses was broken, trailing both hands downward
and eagerly cupping Lindsay's tight, firm ass. "Oh God,
baby... you drive me insane. Absolutely insane!" Devon
squealed as she then closed her mouth over Lindsay's for
yet another blazing, impassioned kiss.
Lindsay used both of her own hands to grope and maul
Devon's large, exquisite breasts. She returned the kiss
with equal fervor and emotion, then found herself breathing
in quick, rapid gasps once it came to a conclusion. "And
you drive me insane too, Devvy." Lindsay moaned and added,
"No one has ever treated me as good as you do."
Devon released Lindsay from her loving arms and then took
a seat on the large boulder directly behind her. She smiled
and extended her arms, then Lindsay stepped forward and took
a seat on her lap. Devon wrapped both arms around her young
lover's waist and proceeded to pepper her pink lips and face
with a barrage of sweet, tender kisses.
I suddenly realized that I could sit here in the voyeur
room for the rest of the day and be content to simply watch
Devon and Lindsay kiss and caress one another in this very
manner. Nothing was hard or forceful about what they were
doing. They were, quite simply, two people who really
enjoyed being together. They were so into each other and
perhaps best of all, truly made a wonderful couple.
I wondered inwardly if this encounter on the beach between
them would eventually escalate to full-blown sex. Right now,
that did not seem to be the case. Devon and Lindsay looked
intent to simply kiss and fondle one another in this loving
fashion. I was not complaining, mind you. Along with the
beautiful scenery all around them, this was pure eye candy.
"Why don't Devon kiss me like that anymore?"
I know I earlier claimed that nothing would take my
attention away from the surveillance monitor, but that soft,
feminine voice did. Even before I was able to turn around
and look at her, I knew it belonged to Kristanna. She must
have snuck into the voyeur room, as I had been too lost in
the lustful images in front of me to notice at first.
"Kiss you like that?" I asked my other wife, spinning in
the swivel chair to face her. I tucked my cock back into my
shorts and wondered, "What do you mean?"
"Look at them," Kristanna said, her expression glum, as
she nodded her head toward the monitor. "Devon is kissing
Lindsay like nobody's business. She hasn't kissed me like
that in weeks. I am supposed to be her wife, yes?"
"Kristanna..."
"Yet, it's the same everyday with her and Lindsay," she
added. "They're all over each other constantly." The leggy
Norwegian folded her arms, her eyes literally staring a hole
right through the monitor. "I get a simple hug and a kiss
at night from Devon. That's all. Yet whenever they are
together, Devon cannot keep her hands off of Lindsay."
"Sweetheart..." I moaned, sensing trouble as I stood up
from the chair. "You're not feeling jealous... are you?"
"A little," she pouted, rolling her eyes for emphasis.
For as much as I had been immersed into the ongoing scene
between Devon and Lindsay, I was now oblivious to it. The
only thing on my mind at this moment in time was Kristanna,
and her well-being. I had to correct this problem.
I reached out and clutched her wrist in a sympathetic
manner. "I thought we talked about jealousy before all of
the other girls came back to the island. Me, you and Devon.
We even talked about it two weeks ago - after they arrived."
"I know we did," Kristanna frowned. "All of us did. We
said we would let ourselves go and enjoy the other girls on
the island for these ten weeks. I don't get jealous if you
and Amy get together, Jeremy. Or if you have a big orgy
with Stephanie, Sarah and Britney. Or if one of those girls
uses a dildo on Devon and makes her squeal like a pig.
"I do get jealous, though, when either you or Devon - my
husband and wife - starts spending more time with one of the
others than me. Not just a day or two, either. I don't
mind that. Devon has been with Lindsay non-stop for almost
a month now. For every four times Devon has sex with
Lindsay, she has sex once with me. That's not right."
"You know Devon loves you," I told her. "She tells you
that every single day. I could get jealous too, I guess,
but I don't. I know that Lindsay, Amy, Stephanie, Sarah
and Britney... all of them are only temporary. They'll be
gone soon. And then me, you and Devon.. we'll have the rest
of our lives to be together." I brought her hand to my lips
and kissed it tenderly. "Lindsay is a fantasy for Devon.
That's all. You... you're her wife."
Kristanna cringed as she admitted, "Then why do I feel
like a second-class citizen to Devon whenever Lindsay is
around her? She doesn't even seem interested in me!"
"Sweetheart... you're blowing this way out of proportion,"
I stressed to her. Kristanna lowered her eyes and pouted in
response to my words. I took a deep breath and gently added,
"You're not a second-class citizen to me." I kissed the back
of her hand once again, then sat down upon the comfortable
chair. "You're my wife, and I love you. You and Devon are
the two most important things in the world to me. When you
get down to it, nothing else matters to me."
"I never once doubted that you love me," the 23-year-old
mumbled, stepping forward and then taking a seat on my lap.
I hooked my arms around her frail waist and brought her
closer to me, kissing the side of her head in the process.
"I know you love me, Jeremy. And I love you."
"Devon loves you too," I stressed to her. "I will have a
talk with Devon later tonight. She has been spending a lot
of time with Lindsay as of late. She was gonna stay away
from her, remember, but that never really happened."
Perched all nice and snug in my lap, Kristanna sighed and
planted the side of her face upon my shoulder. I kissed the
crown of her head and reiterated, "Devon loves you. Lindsay
is just a fantasy for her. A thrill. She may care for her,
and even love her, but Lindsay returns home in March. Devon
stays here with you and me. Remember that."
"Maybe you're right, Jeremy," Kristanna sulked. "Let me
talk to Devon tonight, okay? Maybe if she knows I how feel,
she will pay me some more attention. I know that she loves
me." I smiled as Kristanna added, "She treated me like gold
when I was the only woman in her life." Kristanna paused
and quaked, "Devon treated me like she treats Lindsay now..."
That, of course, brought a frown to my own face.
"We're gonna fix this," I told her, my voice strong and
confident. "We're gonna fix it tonight. I promise you."
"I spend a lot of time with Sarah, but she is more my
friend than anything else," the blonde fretted. "I don't
have sex with her every single day like Devon does with
Lindsay. It would be different if they were friends that
way. Don't... don't you get jealous, Jeremy?"
"Not at all," I answered, shaking my head. "Not at all.
I know Devon loves me. No matter how much time she spends
with Lindsay, I know I can snap my fingers and she'll come
right back to me. I've done it before, and I'll do it
again." I kissed the crown of her head once again. "That
is why we're gonna fix this tonight, sweetheart. Devon
loves you just like she loves me. I guarantee you."
"You had an eventful day of your own with Lindsay just
yesterday," Kristanna sighed. "She dressed up in that
little cheerleader uniform and you two tore each other
apart. But... but at the end of the day, you came back to
me and Devon. You spent time with me. You told me how
much you loved me. Devon... she just hugs and kisses me
good-night. It... I'm her... wife. Instead of Lindsay,
I'm supposed to be getting all that attention. Me. She...
she treats you the same as always, Jeremy. Why not me?"
"You did spend all day at the beach with Devon Saturday,"
I reminded her. "Well... Lindsay was there, too."
"Devon and Lindsay wrestled and frolicked in the water
while Amy and I laid on the beach, and talked."
"Why didn't you join Devon and Lindsay in the water?"
"Because I felt like they didn't want me there."
"Kristanna..." I sighed, hurt by those words. I moved
my arms upward and encircled her shoulders from the side.
"You can't have a negative attitude like that because it
will destroy you. This thing... it's in your mind. Devon
is your wife. She loves you with all of her heart."
"Lindsay is a great girl," I continued. "A great girl.
I know you don't particularly care for her, but she drives
me crazy too. She drives me crazy just like she does Devon.
But you know what? I look at Lindsay as a guest. A tourist
passing through. I'm going to enjoy my time with her, but
that's it. She is leaving in March. We'll probably never
see her again. I know that, and Devon knows that."
"Now... Devon may be a little more attached to Lindsay
than I am," I nodded. "But I guarantee you that Devon
realizes it will be over soon. The fantasy will end. Then,
the three of us have the rest of our lives to be together."
Kristanna fought back a flow of tears as I told her, "All
three of us... we're gonna love each other eternally and
grow old together. Have some children along the way, too."
Kristanna cringed and sighed, then spoke in her native
language, "Jeg onsker at akkurat De og meg giftet meg,
Jeremy, og der ikke var noen Devon."
"What did you just say?" I asked her, laughing in an
exasperated manner. "You know I hate it when you speak
Norwegian, because I can't understand you. What'd you say?"
"HMMMMM..." came a familiar squeal from behind us.
Kristanna and I turned and looked at the monitor upon
the wall that surveyed the south beach. Lindsay was now
sprawled out on her frontside across the large boulder,
her thighs spread wide, as Devon knelt behind her. Our
wife was thrusting a pair of fingers hard and fast into
Lindsay's pussy, and licking her clitoris at the same time.
"HMMMMM..." Devon repeated. "God, Lindsay! You're the
sweetest, sexiest little thing I've ever laid my eyes on!"
I sighed in response to those words, but it was not a good
sigh. Judging by her expression, Kristanna took offense to
what Devon had just said to Lindsay. Fuel was added to the
inferno as Devon added, "I could lick your pussy forever!
It's better than any pussy I've ever tasted!"
"Better than any pussy she's ever tasted?" Kristanna
growled, suddenly rising up from my lap and pushing herself
away from me. "BETTER THAN ANY PUSSY SHE'S EVER TASTED?"
"A simple compliment," I stressed to her, my voice low
and intent. "In the heat of the moment. That's all..."
Obviously not seeing it that way, Kristanna paused for a
moment, then shook her head. She was FUMING. I had never
saw this side of her before. I did not like it, either.
"If Devon likes being with that little slut so much,
SHE CAN HAVE HER!" Kristanna erupted. "I'm through with
Devon! It's over! FINISHED!"
"No!" I exclaimed, as she turned and stormed toward the
exit of the voyeur room. "Kristanna! Come back!"
I was about to get up and chase after her until...
Kristanna stopped near the exit and clenched both of her
hands into fists. An instant later, the black belt in Aikido
actually drove her right fist directly through the wall. The
punch shattered that portion of the wall, leaving both a huge
hole and a cloud of plaster-filled dust in its wake.
My eyes wide, I was shocked - and totally speechless - as
Kristanna grunted once again, then left the voyeur room.
That... it... it scared me. It really did. I was not
about to chase after her now. What if she were to take some
of that anger out on me? I shuddered at the thought...
Just as quickly as Kristanna disappeared from the voyeur
room, though, she stepped back into it. With tears running
down her face, Kristanna flung her arm about in a repeated
motion and whined, "I think I broke my hand!..."
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