The trip to Hawaii had been Mike's wish for his birthday. Gail had spent months planning every detail. She even discussed it with her best friends Karen and Janet with their husbands, and it didn't take much convincing to enlist their help. After all, a trip to Hawaii is always enticing. Brian even had a friend with connections on the islands, who made arrangements for them to "rent" a private beach for the night of Mike's birthday.
Their first night on the island, they attended the Paradise Cove Luau. The girls in their grass skirts were beautiful, and as they watched, Gail could tell her husband was getting excited. In fact, all of the men were. Gail looked at Karen and Janet and rolled her eyes, but as they sat there, drinking and watching the dancers, Gail felt a flush on her cheek and a warm wetness between her legs. She licked her lips, glanced nervously at Karen and Janet, then giggled slightly as she realized they were as entranced by the dancers as she and the men were. Later that night, back in their room, Mike grabbed her, pulled her close, and kissed her. They couldn't get out of their clothing fast enough. The sea air, the dancers, the lingering buzz from the alcohol all contributed to a night of vigorous love making.
The next morning she knew what she wanted to do for Mike's birthday party. The first chance she got, she slipped the girls aside and told them her idea.
The night of his birthday, Gail sent Mike, Brian, and Jimmy on ahead to the beach, where they were to build a fire to fend off the slight chill of the night air. She and the girls stayed behind with the excuse that they had last minute food preparations to make for their beach picnic. Once the men had left, she and the other girls made their plans for the night.
By the time the girls arrived at the beach, it was dark. Gail could see Mike and the others where they sat by the fire drinking beer. The musicians she had arranged for the evening's entertainment were already in place. She sent a text to the musicians, and they began playing the same island music as had been played at the luau. Their husbands couldn't see the wives where they were standing further down the beach, but now, they slowly began dancing the hula as they made their way to where their husbands were waiting.
The girls were naked except for their grass skirts. The island breeze caressed Gail's breasts, her nipples hardening. She felt her pussy getting moist. By now they were close enough to the fire that their husbands could see them. The men were staring. Janet was in the lead, and Gail thought she could feel her husband's desire for Janet. As Janet moved around the fire, Karen followed, and all of the men were watching her. Finally, Gail came into the flickering light. Mike smiled when he saw her, and she could feel how much he wanted her, but she moved toward Brian and Jimmy while Janet and Karen danced in front of her husband.
The girls had practiced for several days, but it was very different dancing by the light of the flickering fire, barefoot in the sand. Karen slipped and fell into Mike--or at least, Gail thought she slipped. Knowing Karen, it might all have been planned. Mike put his hands out to catch her and found his hands full of Karen's breasts. She giggled and kissed him, then scrambled back to her feet and danced away.
Gail was so busy watching Mike and Karen that she nearly tripped over Brian's legs. Jimmy caught her arm, his other hand grabbing her thigh through her grass skirt. Gail regained her balance while Jimmy slid his hand up her thigh until he was touching her wet pussy. She heard the sharp intake of his breath as he realized she was completely naked beneath the grass skirt. Behind her, Gail could hear Janet and Karen giggling, and she knew her husband was touching them.
