Previously: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met a married woman called Julie, and her twenty-year-old sister Sara. After a romantic dinner I charmed my way into Julie's bed, joined the following morning by her promiscuous sister. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silently watched the erotic proceedings. Having tired out Julie, I followed up by satiating my lust for the younger Sara, experiencing anal sex for only the second time. We had tried to tempt the curious Simone to join in the fun, but to no avail.
Today were going to the cricket!
6. Déjà vu
Sara and I woke the next morning without, miracles of miracles, any further sex. Just long gazes of appreciation for what we had experienced the day before. Both of us with orgasms at levels believed, up until then, to be entirely impossible.
I brought two cups of black coffee back to the bed. "How's the bum?" I asked.
"If you want the clinical version, Tom, it feels like I had a crap backwards but..."
"First time I've heard my cock called a piece of shit," I interrupted, sipping appreciatively at the hot liquid.
"... but I would like to do it again, especially the vibrator bit. That really blew my mind."
We showered separately, knowing that together we would have fucked in the tiny space and that would have made us late for the start of the match. As it was, the umpires were out on the pitch by the time we found our seats in the popular stand. Ian Botham, sorry, Sir Ian Botham was studying cracks in the pitch and relaying them to satellite viewers worldwide. As we waited for the teams to emerge my mind dwelled upon Julie, who would now be well on her way to Antigua. I wondered if she would get as good a fuck from her old lover as she did from me, and that really would signal the end of her marriage.
West Indies won the toss and, after a rain delay, the game started, the English batsmen quickly playing themselves into trouble, accompanied by much vocal derision from the locals. The couple behind us were obviously friends of the man and woman two rows in front, and a noisy animated conversation struck up between them. The noisy banter, all part of the occasion, didn't annoy me, especially with a good half of the support coming from English spectators. Sara however, was uncomfortable with the chatter and, tapping the large Bajan female in front of her, enquired if she and her husband would like to switch with us so they could be nearer to their friends.
Settled in our new seats, I turned to look at the female now sat immediately next to me. She was white and very familiar. She should be, I once fucked her! Just the once.
She sensed my inquisitive glance, and turned, her eyes widening, "Tom? Tom Graham?"
I smiled, "Hi." What the hell was her name? Shit. If you fuck someone you are obliged to remember her name, aren't you?
She grinned at my predicament, "Young Island, July 2007?"
Then it clicked. Long time school friend of my ex-lover Susan. Correction, bisexual school friend.
"Sophie?"
She nodded, and her husband Paul leaned forward and took my hand, "Hi Tom, it's been a long time."
"Hi guys, last time I spoke to Sue, she told me you two had broken up?"
He laughed, "That was a sex thing, Tom. It didn't work out."
Paul and Sophie were dedicated swingers and their lifestyle had led each of them, albeit it would seem temporarily, to pastures new.
I introduced Sara as my new girlfriend of twenty four hours.
Sophie whispered in my ear, "She must be special, Tom, I seem to remember they were usually long gone by breakfast!"
I turned and explained to Sara that soon after I arrived on the little private island off the shore of nearby St Vincent with my fuck-buddy of the moment Lesilia, we had met Susan in rather embarrassing circumstances. We were all making love in adjacent hammocks and she had been with whom I had assumed to be her boyfriend but was in fact her brother. A few days later we swapped partners with them, for a full 24 hours.
The next day Sophie and Paul had arrived unannounced at the resort. Sophie quickly revealed to Sue that they had come to the island hoping to find another couple to share in their liberated sexuality. Although nothing happened between us on holiday, and Sue was by now permanently glued to my cock, we did swap partners with them soon after arriving back home. Paul fucked Sue, I fucked Sophie. Just the once. All in one bed. The memory of that, and the obvious interest being shown by Sara got me hard. And I missed the first wicket to fall. Not that I cared, one lover to my right, an ex-lover on my left.
"Are you guys still in the scene?" I asked her.
"Of course," she grinned, "I heard you are no longer with Sue though."
"Much water under the bridge, she is engaged to some guy in the city."
"That's a pity," she looked wistfully across the ground, I wish she was here now, she was great fun."
I pinched her arm lightly, well aware of the fun she was hinting at, "It doesn't have to be Sue, you know," I whispered, cocking my head towards Sara, "She's bisexual too."
"Don't tempt me, Tom, I haven't been with another woman in ages, that's why I miss my best friend. She's very sexy though," she whispered.
Our attention was diverted to the pitch where Freddie Flintoff had come out to bat amid tumultuous applause. He was soon to return to the pavilion, yet another Englishman with his tail between his legs. This match was heading for disaster!
I leaned across to Paul, "Where are you guys staying?"
"At the Hilton, for two nights , it's the only place we could get a room, we only flew over this morning."
"Only two nights?"
"We're staying at Young Island and came over for the two matches."
My ears pricked up. "Have you met anyone there this time?"
"Nah, the place isn't what it was when you were there, Tom. I think the authorities cottoned on to what was going on, someone complained."
"How on earth can they stop people shagging?"
He laughed, "On the beach they can, they've installed CCTV."
"You're joking!"
"Yes, and because of that the place is half empty, word got around."
Although Sara remained silent and concentrated on watching her favourite batsman, she whispered that she was intrigued with the conversation and wondered if Paul and I were trying to set something up and, if so, she wouldn't be averse to a little partner swapping herself.
"I'll try anything once, Tom, and I can tell you have the hots for her." She had spotted the slight movement in my pants when Sophie had touched my arm. I grinned at her and turned to Paul. As if sensing my thoughts he asked, "What are you guys doing this evening, Tom?"
"Nothing special."
"Liar," Sara again whispered into my ear, "You promised you would fuck me on the beach!"
"I heard that!" laughed Sophie, "Been there, done that!"
