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anal cream pie and I had been in the Bahamas for 3 days when we 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 anal cream pie was attired in a white sundress with a broad yellow ribbon tied into a headband around her black hair.

Now, as anal cream pie 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, anal cream pie , 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 state lottery. We have these 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 anal cream pie chuckled. anal cream pie '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 anal cream pie grabbed my arm and blurted, "Come ON, Bill, let's DO it!" Turning to Jeff and anal cream pie , she smiled, "Takes him forever to make changes in plans!" I grinned, "Sounds like a great idea." That evening, over dinner, anal cream pie admitted her excitement. I'd 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. anal cream pie was tossing crumbs at a flock of seagulls swooping and squawking around her. 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 anal cream pie 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 anal cream pie and anal cream pie 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. anal cream pie 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. anal cream pie smiled as if to say, "I told you so." I stared at anal cream pie 's breasts, firmed by exercize. Her legs were as long and well-formed as anal cream pie 's. She stretched again, her blond hair blowing in the soft warm gusts. Outlined by the Bahamian moon, she looked like a goddess. So anal cream pie slipped out of her suit. She stood nude alongside anal cream pie , who turned to evaluate the similarity of their figures; "You're beautiful," she told anal cream pie , staring down at anal cream pie 's shaved mound. The contrast between anal cream pie , the half-nude blond, and anal cream pie , 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, anal cream pie 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 anal cream pie would be jealous if she saw you with anal cream pie , while your wife and I watched?" When we told anal cream pie and anal cream pie , the coincidence seemed neither as humorous nor as surprising to them as I thought it was. I learned later that Jeff and anal cream pie had met many other agreeable couples during their travels. We made small talk as if no one had mentioned "watching." anal cream pie stared at Jeff's face and body, occasionally looking down at Jeff's penis bulging beneath his red biniki trunks. Under a pretense that we going down the stairs 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.

anal cream pie and I stood in the doorway. Jeff and anal cream pie sat on the bunk, looking through compact disks, selected one, and inserted it into the overhead stereo as anal cream pie poured wine. When anal cream pie passed a wine glass to Jeff, their hands brushed. I could almost feel the electricity as their eyes locked. anal cream pie '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. anal cream pie nuzzled her breasts against my side as I put my arm around her. Leaning into the doorjam, we gaped, breathing heavily. Jeff and anal cream pie melded in a deep kiss, their arms entertwined. anal cream pie 's hips rotated softly in desire as she lay alongside Jeff. anal cream pie 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. anal cream pie , 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 anal cream pie 's eyes as she moaned. Her tongue and slender fingers glided along his dark rubbery shaft. Now, as anal cream pie peeled off her bottoms, her hand was massaging her clitoris. I slipped out of my trunks as I stroked my hardness. anal cream pie pressed against me. I slithered an arm around her, cupping a breast, her nipple standing out like a spike through my fingers. anal cream pie 's eyes were now wide with passion as he thrust into her greedy mouth. The intensity of their tempo increased. anal cream pie 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. anal cream pie 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. anal cream pie 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 anal cream pie '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 wrapped her legs around his 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, anal cream pie turned to watch us. anal cream pie had grasped my cock and was stroking it as I squeezed the fullness of her breasts. The sight drove anal cream pie into ecstasy as her arms enveloped Jeff. She bucked against him, meeting every thrust into her steaming cave. anal cream pie 's nostrils flared, her breath huffing, her mouth open in wild desire. I felt a kinship with anal cream pie 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. anal cream pie 's soft fist pumped my shaft as she grinded her blond mound against my leg. Her lips brushed my neck and ears. anal cream pie '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, anal cream pie screamed, "Oh GOD Jeff, I'm going to COME! Please come WITH me!" She mewed helplessly, her body shivering with the building climax. anal cream pie 's hand 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, anal cream pie 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; anal cream pie and anal cream pie were crying and writhing madly. anal cream pie fell to her knees, taking my length deeply into her mouth. anal cream pie 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 anal cream pie 's throat. anal cream pie and Jeff were applauding. anal cream pie 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 anal cream pie 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.