Chapter 2: Rebecca
Michelle and I came out of the ocean about thirty minutes later, our naked bodies glistening wet, our hands locked together as we walked. Neither of us wanted this day to end. It was so peaceful here, so calm, so pleasant. Michelle felt it too. My body felt it. Just being close to my blessed wife was causing my senses to stir and tingle in a sort of sensual anticipation only the two of us could feel. Michelle's nipples were hard as pink pearls; of course, that could have been caused by the coolness of the water, but the reddish flush across her chest was unmistakable.
"Your cock is getting hard, darling." She squeezed my hand firmly, turning her chest towards me, her hardened nipple scraping against my arm. My body shuddered. Michelle giggled playfully, and smiled. "It's getting harder every minute. Oh, what shall we do?"
"I know what I'm going to do," I said, and sharply pulled her wet body against mine, my mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss. The tingling sensation in my body increased, and I could feel Michelle's hand on my now fully erect cock.
"I love you so much, Michelle." I slowly broke our kiss, allowing my eyes to feast on my wife's incredible beauty. "You look so sexy when you're wet--" I breathed, placing my hand on her pussy, while pushing a finger between her pouting lips--"outside and inside." I grinned mischievously as I pushed another finger into Michelle's body, and heard her moan in joyful pleasure.
"I love you, David," Michelle hissed, and closed her eyes, oblivious to everything but my probing fingers. I could feel her body quiver, and that excited me. And while I played with her pussy, her delicate hand stroked my cock slowly, as slowly as she dared. I knew she wanted to come before I did, and I was more than happy to oblige her.
Just then a new sight caught my eye, a marvelous sight, something I hadn't expected, yet wished for, even before Michelle and I made love in the sand. Standing beside a scrub of palm trees at the outer edge of the beach, not more than twenty yards away, I saw Rebecca Cross, her torn and tattered red dress now gone above the waist, revealing her magnificent breasts in all their splendor; the bottom half of her dress barely covered her dark bush, which was visible now and again whenever she moved her hand. From my vantage point on the water's edge, I could see Rebecca playing with her pussy as she watched us, her dark eyes boring straight into mine as she leaned against a tree to make herself more comfortable, most likely to reach those hidden regions inside her body that pleasured her most. There was no shame, no trying to hide herself away--she openly masturbated, wanting me to see, perhaps wanting both of us to see. It didn't really matter. My cock instantly pulsed with the blood now pounding through my veins. I decided I'd give the lovely Rebecca something really worth looking at.
I smiled at Rebecca, and winked, before moving my head lower to kiss Michelle's waiting breast. I held my lovely wife's body tightly, my strong arm wrapped around her waist to hold her in place while my fingers stroked her clit, and my tongue explored her rubbery nipple.
Michelle moaned in my ear, and I looked up briefly to see that her eyes were still closed. Her body leaned against me like a limp rag, her hold on my cock slipping now and then as her pleasure increased. After a time, Michelle let go of my cock altogether as the excitement within her engulfed her entire being, and she lost all conscious thought. She, too, was in that other dimension where few of us are blessed enough to reach during lovemaking. I sucked on Michelle's nipple as if time were endless, my fingers, now three of them, pushing themselves deeper and deeper into her moist channel. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see Rebecca leaning against the tree, her own eyes opening and closing with the rhythm of her passion, her smooth thighs glistening with moisture in the softened afternoon light filtering down through the trees overhead.
"Oh, Sweetheart--"
Michelle's voice sounded far away as each moment passed. She was building to a huge orgasm, and as I held her trembling body, I wondered if Rebecca was feeling the same, if an explosive orgasm was boiling up within her body too. The mere thought of it drove me insane with pleasure, and I positioned my straining member as far away from Michelle's groping hand as possible; one touch and I believe I would have come all over her thighs, and I didn't want that to happen, not now, not yet, not before I heard the sweet sounds of Michelle's orgasm, and not before my overactive imagination heard Rebecca's own release.
"Oh, God--yes," she hissed. "Oh, David--I'm going to come, baby. Hold me, darling." I held Michelle tighter, my muscles straining to keep her in the same position, hardly daring to move, to even breathe, not wanting anything to break the sexual spell my wife was under. "Oh, yes!" Michelle screamed out her passion. Her orgasm peaked and then tore through her body like a locomotive. Michelle's body writhed, and I tried desperately to hold her through her release, to keep my fingers moving inside her pussy as she came. "Oh, baby, it feels so good...so damn good!"
Liquid began pouring over my fingers in a torrent, and I was amazed at just how much of Michelle's juices flowed from her body. I could not remember my wife ever coming that hard. It was almost as if she knew Rebecca was watching us, and was reacting to it. But Michelle's eyes remained closed, while her trembling voice was raised to the heavens. I knew Rebecca heard Michells's orgasm. I silently wondered if the rest of the castaways heard her as well. But at this moment, I didn't care. Bringing such pleasure to the woman I loved most in the world was all that mattered to me, and knowing that that pleasure was being witnessed by another woman going through the same emotional roller coaster turned my entire body into a sexual fireball that threatened never to be extinguished.
Michelle slowly came down from her sexual high. "Oh, David," she said, her breathing labored, "that was so good, darling." She stroked my head tenderly as my hand rubbed the little swell of her abdomen just above her pubic hair in slow, easy circles, just the way she liked it. "That was the best orgasm I ever had, Sweetheart. I came so hard." She stood up straight and moved slightly away from my body, giving my aching arm some relief. "I bet your arm was falling asleep, holding me like that." Michelle kissed the tip of my nose. "But I love you for it." And then she kissed my mouth, hard.
As we kissed, I thought once again of Rebecca masturbating in the outer shadow of the trees, and I gently moved Michelle's body around to face the ocean, as if we were dancing, so I could see Rebecca, and find out what condition her condition was in. I smiled inside at the thought, and as my lips planted occasional butterfly kisses on Michelle's soft cheeks, my eyes turned towards our secret visitor.
Rebecca was still there, black eyes blazing into mine, but now her face was less strained, more relaxed; her lips broke into a smile at the sight of me gazing at her. Her fingers were still at her pussy, but now she was just moving them in slow circles around her clit, through her black bush, and around the outside of her labia. Her reddened chest and hardened nipples told me she had passed through her own orgasm, and I couldn't help wondering how strong it had been. I clutched Michelle's ass cheeks gingerly for Rebecca's benefit, and pressed her body tightly to mine, embracing her even as my stiff penis throbbed hungrily against her belly. My eyes blazed with lust as I stared at Rebecca--her lovely breasts, her dark-haired pussy, her smooth legs, and her beautiful ivory skin. Rebecca's smile widened as she watched me with Michelle, and I knew at that moment that she planned to stick around for Act II of our little performance. Somehow, that made everything better.
Michelle brought her head off my shoulder and gazed lovingly into my eyes. "You gave me the orgasm of my life, my darling. Time to return the favor." Without another word she kissed me, then kissed her way down along the side of my neck, across my chest, on and around my tender nipples, making my body tingle with desire. By the time her moist lips reached my stomach, Michelle was already on her knees before me, staring at the full length of my engorged penis. She softly kissed the head, trailing her tongue lightly across the tip. "It looks as if this monster is about ready to explode. You must really be turned on."
"Same as you, Sweetheart," I said, a loving smile inching across my face.
"Then I'll just have to take my time. But first we're going to have to do something about this swollen cock of yours." Michelle wrapped her fingers around my shaft, her thumb resting just beneath the head. "I wouldn't want you to blow your top too soon." She smiled up at me, and then, all at once, she squeezed, pushing her thumb hard against the throbbing veins beneath my shaft with all her strength. I gasped. She continued to squeeze until I thought the head of my cock would pop right off. After a moment, she stopped squeezing, and I noticed that some of the fight had gone out of my white monster, taking with it that intense urge to come. Michelle kissed the head of my cock once again. "There, is that better?"
"Much," I said. "Sweetheart, you are a genius."
"You bet your ass."
Michelle wrapped her hand around my cock, and this time placed the entire head into her mouth, sliding her way slowly downwards. I looked up to see what Rebecca was doing, and was thrilled to see that she was playing with her pussy again, that intense look of passion reappearing on her face. Rebecca's eyes widened every so often at the scene being played out before her. She watched Michelle's mouth slide up and down my cock, and then watched as my wife's tongue slid ever so softly across my balls, back up my shaft, only to plunge her mouth down again over my penis as far as it would go. Rebecca's eyes darted from my wife's mouth to her beautiful backside, seemingly mesmerized by the way Michelle's ass swayed with the motion of her body. Rebecca unconsciously moved her fingers that much more intently against her pussy whenever she saw my wife lift her ass on every upstroke, and then push her ass out again with every down stroke, undoubtedly seeing most, if not all, of Michelle's damp pussy. It seemed as if I wasn't the only attraction after all.
After a time I stopped watching Rebecca, too caught up in my own pleasure to bother anymore about what our dark-haired watcher was doing. I let myself float along with every sensation, my mind bringing back all the pictures it had taken of Michelle's face and body at the moment of her intense orgasm; Rebecca's beautiful breasts, and how they swayed with the motion of her fingers pushing in and out of her pussy while she watched Michelle come; Michelle's sweet smile as she first took my cock into her mouth; Rebecca's pretty face after her own orgasm. My breathing quickened. I could feel my hips moving of their own accord. My body felt like it was on fire. With a sudden sharp gasp and a loud moan, I erupted. Semen shot out of my penis and into Michelle's warm mouth in a rush. It felt like I couldn't stop coming. My nipples tingled fiercely through my orgasm, and not once did Michelle pull her mouth away from my spurting member. She knew I liked it that way.
