"Well good morning!"
I turned toward the now familiar voice that was approaching from behind me. I smiled and waved. "Good morning to you two."
It was Lydia and Tom, a couple I'd met during the last several days, and they were walking across the sand in my direction. I smiled as they approached. Lydia had on a wide brimmed hat and a colorful cover-up that was flowing nicely in the morning breeze coming in off the ocean that I'd just been looking out at before they interrupted my enjoyment of a Florida sunrise. Under her cover up was a one-piece swimsuit that disappeared under a comfortable pair of khaki shorts. Since I had on sunglasses I enjoyed another look at the lady from head to toes. I'd enjoyed several long looks at the lady during the week. Actually, I'd found it hard to keep my eyes off of her.
As they came up close I looked back eastward as a large pelican slowly floated across the water looking for its breakfast. The sun was now fully up and the sound of the surf hitting the sand mingled with the voices of other beach-goers moving towards the warm open spots to set up a morning of relaxing in the sun. It was my last full day of a nice vacation that had begun on a Caribbean cruise I'd won the year before at work. My wife and I had tacked a couple of vacation days to the end of the week so she could visit some family that lived in the city we'd sailed from. She'd taken off after breakfast with her sister bound for a day of catching up and shopping at a large outlet mall at the next city up the coast. I was on my own until dinner that evening.
Stopping beside me, Lydia put her hand over her eyes and peered out over the water. "What a lovely morning."
I smiled at the sound of her voice. Lydia and Tom were from Australia, and her pretty voice and (to me) exotic accent had attracted me almost as much as her pretty face and shapely body. They were on vacation here in the States, and the cruise we had just finished was only a part of it. They'd stayed in the same oceanfront hotel we'd been in, and were heading down to the keys for some deep-sea fishing in the morning. We'd enjoyed lunch with them only the day before. They'd become some newfound friends during the cruise. Being our age we had much in common and conversations just came easily.
"So what's on your agenda today, bloke?" Tom asked.
"A lazy day doing nothing but enjoying the sunshine. I saw on the Weather Channel that we were getting snow back home, and I don't want to think about winter at all until I step off the plane tomorrow. What about you two?"
I watched Tom's arm slip behind Lydia and tug her close. "I think we're going to just enjoy some good fun in our room today. Woke up a bit on the horny side myself. Too bad your lady isn't here, we'd ask you to join us!"
I shook my head and laughed. Some good-natured flirting had taken place between all of us during the week, and I'd enjoyed it. Actually, the more I'd enjoyed just watching Lydia at poolside or on the dance floor the thought of her in bed with me had crossed my mind more than once. Harmless middle-age crazy fantasies. I decided to play along a bit.
"Oh, she'll be sorry to hear she missed out on that. She's said several times how much she'd love to get that good-looking Aussie gent into bed." I winked at them as I spoke.
"You know, Tom, I'm quite sure Steve would enjoy a nice threesome to pass his day away. I'm sure he's going to be very lonely left here all by himself."
"Yeah, right," I said as I looked back out toward the surf and watched two young co-eds stroll by in their bikinis.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turning my head, Tom leaned over and said quietly, "She's serious, friend."
Up to that point I was sure all our talk had been harmless flirting. But at this moment it occurred to me that perhaps it wasn't make believe after all.
He continued, "You see, we occasionally enjoy the company of some 'special friends', and to be quite honest we've had our eyes on you all week." As he spoke I felt Lydia step up to my other side and casually slip her arm into mine.
Well, I must admit a threesome had always been a fantasy I'd enjoyed. It had usually been with two ladies, however. Oh I admit like most guys my age I'd watched more than one video of two guys sharing one girl, and yes, they were interesting enough, but I'd never thought I'd have an opportunity to actually participate. But the thought was "growing" on me as they spoke. Why not? Who's to know?
"I'd have to warn you I'm a novice at such things."
"Let's just see where it goes, mate. No pressure, no rules. Stop or go anytime as it feels right," Tom said as he patted my shoulder and stepped back.
"You'll enjoy it, darling. Trust me," Lydia said, then she leaned over and whispered, "I'll fuck your brains out, baby. Come on, join us."
Well, that did it. Before long we were up in their suite looking out on the beach several floors below, and Tom was handing out beers from the little fridge. I was standing just inside the room and Lydia invited me to have a seat on the couch in the living-room area.
"Tom and I have enjoyed sharing a bit over the years, and we've collected quite a few wonderful memories in the process. We don't go at it a lot, and we've been very selective in our friends, so you don't have to worry about bringing something home to your lady. So you know, we're both 'bi', and very open to enjoying whatever presents itself when we're with a friend or two. Everyone being comfortable is the main rule. If you're nervous about anything it hinders the... performance and enjoyment of the moment." Her voice sounded very relaxed and "matter of fact" about the entire issue at hand.
When I heard the word "bi" applied to a fellow male, I must admit a feeling of surprise came across me. I've enjoyed the sights and sounds of two women enjoying one another, but the idea of even being naked with another man was quite a reach. If I hadn't have been mesmerized by the lady in the room all week, I wouldn't even have contemplated being here. But this little revelation was beginning to break the spell a bit. I looked up at Tom who was leaning back against the little bar and sipping his drink.
"I, uh, like I said, I've never actually been in a 'sharing' situation, and I guess you know I'm fully straight."
"That's not a problem, love. 'Bi' means you swing both ways, and trust me," she said playfully looking over at her man, "I've got plenty to give both of you right now."
That did it. I could feel my cock hardening under my shorts and the lady looked and sounded so sexy at the moment my mind was beginning to forget the details. Without a word, Tom sat his bottle down on the counter and walked over taking Lydia's hand and pulling her up to himself. His hands slipped under her cover-up and he pulled her tight, their mouths meeting and beginning to kiss one another with immediate passion. Within moments it was clear they both had been worked up quite a bit by the entire preliminaries of the conversation to this point. I sat back and just watched the show, feeling a bit like the proverbial "fly on the wall". I'd always been a bit of a voyeur, and as I could see Tom getting into the lovemaking, I relaxed a bit at the whole "bi" concept. Obviously, he was getting very worked up by the lady's tongue working in and out of his mouth, and her nice full tits pressed up against his chest.
"Come on, mate, let's take care of the lady. Give me hand with her."
Taking her hand, he led her back to the king-size bed in the adjoining room and sat down on the edge facing the mirror. Lydia sat down on his lap facing it. "She loves to watch herself getting fucked." With that, Tom's hands slipped around her and he began to knead and squeeze her breasts, still encased in the swimsuit. She leaned back into him and looked at me, smiling.
Lydia was a very pretty 40-something, short blonde hair and pretty dark eyes. She was clearly a mom, but everything was in nice proportion to everything else. Curvy, but not overly so. Very feminine with nice legs now beginning to open up on her lover's lap. She moistened her lips as she leaned back against Tom. She smiled up at me.
"Take her neck, man... she loves that."
Stepping up I lifted Lydia's chin and leaned forward. She was just about at the right height for me to enjoy her pretty face. Tilting my head, my lips found hers and she returned a hungry deep kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth as Tom's hands kept working her breasts. I felt her reach up and rub her palm over my now hard cock under my pants.
"Ohhhh, yes. Ohhhh, yesssss," she cooed as our kiss broke for a breath.
Tom took one hand from Lydia's breast and put it on the top of her head, tilting it over. He wasn't rough at all, but firm. "There, go for it, man. She'll fuckin' take off like a rocket if you lick her right there." He pulled his hand free from her other breast and with his fingertip he stroked a long pass down her now open neck. I took his instructions and let my tongue follow his instructed path, then opened my mouth and began to lick and kiss her pretty neck. I felt his hands slip back between us and onto her tits. It was odd feeling someone else's hands there between the lady's chest and my own, and hearing his voice, but something about it was making me feel more confident and horny every moment. As I made little circles with my tongue, pressing the tip hard, the lady began to squirm and moan.
I stood back up a moment to catch my own breath. Tom laughed. "Told you. Here, enjoy these."
With that, he pulled her light cover up open and halfway down her arms, then tugged the straps of her swimsuit down behind it just enough to set her tits free, his hands helping to get them up on top of the built in bra. "There, kneel down enough for her to see over your head. She'll want to watch you suck her titties in the mirror, won't you, darlin'?"
"Oh, fuck yes. Suck them baby. Oh yeah. Oh, he's good, isn't he Tommy? Ooooo. Yeah. Mmmmmm."
