This is a true story. If only it happened every time we went away.
We were finally going for the week away that weād been promising ourselves for nearly a year. Weād been waiting for the Australian government to grant us a visa extension, and it had finally arrivedā¦after 8 months.
It was August, and we were in the middle of an Australian winter. Sydney is hardly cold by most winter standards, but cold enough to warrant a trip to somewhere warm and sandy.
Fijiās Coral Coast seemed like a fine choice. Nothing to do all day but sit in the sun with a book, drink cocktails, and fuck like rabbits. Yep, Fijiās the place for us.
We landed at around 8:00 p.m. local time with the prospect of a 2 hour coach ride. Weāre both smokers, so having been on a plane for a few hours, and then having to slowly pass through immigration, we stopped for a quick cigarette before getting on the coach. By the time weād finished, the 20 seat coach was full. Stuck at the airport in Nadi waiting for transport was hardly my idea of a good start to a holiday.
Just then a Fijian holiday rep. came up to us and said no problem, heād take us the resort himself. At which point, he grabbed our bags and put them in the back of a leather clad E class Mercedes. This holiday was beginning to look that little bit better.
An hour later, we were sipping cocktails at the bar, and being completely pampered by the staff, who thought that we were holiday industry reps. Apparently, people arriving in a Mercedes usually are. Not that we were complaining, you understand. Weād halved the journey time by not having to travel with the rest of the holiday makers and weād just caught the end of dinner. Yep, this holiday was getting better by the minute.
The couple next to us at the bar introduced themselves as Dan and Naomi. They were English, undoubtedly from London, and were on a 9 month honeymoon traveling the world. I wouldnāt describe either of them as stunning in appearance, but they were undoubtedly sexy. Time flew by as the cocktails slipped down easily, and it was soon time for bed.
We woke in the morning to a beautiful sight. The lagoon was like a mirror, there was a slight breeze, and it was 28 degrees. The resort, which only had 25 Bures was nestled in a small valley and was surrounded by lush tropical vegetation. I thought Iād died and gone to heaven. This was truly paradise. After a short stroll and a few photo opportunities, we went for breakfast where we bumped in to Dan and Naomi again. This time they were both in their beach wear, and displaying very nice physiques. Dan was about 6 foot tall with hardly an ounce of fat on him, and sporting a rather impressive and very noticeable bulge in his Speedos. Naomi was about 5ā 6ā and very curvy. I have to admit to having a thing for voluptuous women. After all, my wife, Al, is 5ā 3ā, D cup breasts, and a figure to die for. Lucky me eh?!
We chatted for a while, and then went off to spend the day investigating the local surroundings.
We saw them again at lunch time, and then again in the evening. And that was the pattern for the next few days. Whenever we were there, so were they. It was like we couldnāt avoid each other. We all got along well, and it wasnāt long before the chat turned to sex. Dan had a digital camera with him that also took video, and one morning after breakfast, he showed us a quick video of Naomi feeling her tits; much to her embarrassment. She blushed for a second or two, but as we sat there looking at her pinching her nipples, and generally having a good time, we began to comment on how lucky Dan was, and that she should be proud of her body. She soon forgot her embarrassment, and began to really enjoy the flattery.
Of course, I had to reciprocate, and that afternoon, I took some stills of my wife. Dan and Naomi enjoyed them immensely. We had been a bit more brazen, and Al had dropped here bikini bottoms to show her neatly trimmed pussy. This prompted Dan to tell me that he shaved his ball, and I should really try it. To use his words, āitās so much better for both of youā. And so I did, and still do for that matter.
The week went buy in a blur, and it was soon the last night. We had to up at 5 am to catch the flight home. We sat and drank with Naomi and Dan, and then decided to drink their litre bottle of vodka back at our room. By 10 p.m. we were all pretty drunk, and sex was the only topic of conversation. We began to talk about sexual experiences. I remember thinking at the time that we were heading in to ādangerousā territories with this conversation. Both Al and I have had a couple of bi experiences, and while weāre not shy about talking about it, itās not necessarily something that we publicize.
Naomi began to tell us how she used a finger in her arse when she masturbated, but, Dan had a very thick cock, and its too big for her to take. Sheād never been taken anally, and really wanted to give it a try. Sheād also never fucked a woman, and thought it might be fun. Danās fantasy was the usual man thing: two women, but heād never managed it yet. It was then our turn, and the vodka was working a little too well. I told how Iād been in a bed watching to women, and Al soon admitted to it being her. Al then told them that weād also had a three some with another guy, and that sheād thoroughly enjoyed watching me suck a cock.