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K A R E N' S S T O R Y A R C H I V E
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Archive name: February.txt
Authors name: Unknown
Story Title : Fun In Paradise
We had been in the Bahamas for 3 days. Karen 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 Karen was attired in a white sun dress with a
broad yellow ribbon tied into a headband around her black hair. Now,
as Karen 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 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. Karen's a natural conversa-
tionalist, 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, "Okay, what if we make it
an evening trip, around 7, 7:30? Think you could make that, ol' buddy?"
I was considering it when Karen 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." I 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 floor show, 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 sea gulls swooping and Jeff 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 Karen 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 Karen 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.
Karen smiled as if to say, "I told you so." I stared at
Virginia's breasts, firmed by exercise. and well-formed as Karen's.
She stretched again, her blond hair blowing in the soft warm gusts.
Outlined by the Bahamian moon, she looked like a goddess. So Karen
slipped out of her suit. She stood nude alongside Virginia, who turned
to evaluate the similarity of their figures; "You're beautiful," she
told Karen, staring down at Karen's shaved mound. The contrast between
Virginia, the half-nude blond, and Karen, 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 misunder-
stand, "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 Karen,
while your wife and I watched?" When we told Karen 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 taking their travels. We made small talk as
if no one had mentioned "watching."
Karen stared at Jeff's face and body, occasionally looking
down at Jeff's penis bulging beneath his red biniki trunks. Under
a pretense that I use 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 Karen sat on the bunk, looking through compact disks,
selected one, and inserted it into the overhead stereo as Virginia
poured wine. When Karen passed a wine glass to Jeff, their hands
brushed. I could almost feel the electricity as their eyes locked.
Karen's soft breasts heaved. Setting aside the glass on a bunk side
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 doorjamb, we
gaped, breathing heavily.
Jeff and Karen melded in a deep kiss, their arms intertwined.
Karen'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. Karen, her nipples 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 Karen's eyes
as she moaned. Her tongue and slender fingers glided along his dark
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. Karen's eyes were now wide with passion as he thrust into
her greedy mouth. The intensity of their tempo increased. Karen
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. Karen
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 Karen'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 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, Karen turned to watch us. Virginia had grasped my
cock and was stroking it as I squeezed the fullness of her breasts.
The sight drove Karen 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 ground her blond
mound against my leg. Her lips brushed my neck and ears. Karen'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, Karen screamed, "Oh GOD Jeff, I'm going to COME!
Please come WITH me!" She mewed helplessly, her body shivering with
the building climax. 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; Karen and Virginia were crying
and writhing madly. Virginia fell to her knees, taking my length
deeply into her mouth. Karen 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. Karen 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.
Karen