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deep anal 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 deep anal was attired in a white sundress with a broad yellow ribbon tied into a headband around her black hair.

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

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