Bali Adventures

** Inspired by actual places and people I've met along the way but purely fantasy otherwise.**

There's something about being on holiday that gets me sexually charged up.

A few months ago, my wife and I decided to take a short getaway to Bali in Indonesia. For those of you familiar with the island, it tries to promote itself as some yoga haven where people go to find their inner wellness. But as far as tourists go, I'd say it's one third yogi-wannabes, one third families with screaming kids, and one third people trying to find..."inner" wellness.

Evee and I found ourselves at a resort full of screaming kids, which doesn't bother me. I love kids and have two of my own and since I always let my wife do the travel planning, I just go with the flow without any complaints. Especially on a getaway like this, happy wife means happy cock.

As soon as we checked in, we unpacked, got into our swimsuits, and headed straight for the pool. It was about 3pm, perfect as happy hour was just starting. And since it was a Friday afternoon, a DJ was just starting her set. The local DJ was not bad, both in terms of musical talents and looks. And with her bouncing up and down to try to get everyone in the mood, it was a nice lead-in to the weekend watching her silky long black hair sashay across her large B, small C-cup chest complete with perky nipples.

Evee ordered a mocktail (she always starts light) and I ordered a pina colada. In tropical places, it's always my go-to drink as long as the bartender is generous with the white rum. And if she's not, it's something easily fixable with a small tip or other more generous "tip" if the occasion presented itself.

I immediately set my sights on a European couple who were in their early 30s sitting under one of the khaki cabanas. The wife (I assumed) had light brown hair that flowed past the shoulders. She wore a white and blue chiffon dress over a white lattice bikini with bottoms that were real bows -- sexy and ideal for making removal fun. The husband also had long hair, for a man, and it was complimented by facial hair that was not quite a beard but enough to make him not a boring clean-shaven banker type. Evee didn't like facial hair so I was curious how things would turn out.

Over the course of the afternoon, I downed about eight cocktails and Evee, after her initial mocktail, drank three drinks with alcohol. By the time dinner rolled around, food was just an afterthought and we were ready to have a good time. The DJ that had been playing Beach Boys and tropical music had now switched to trance, which had more buildups and climaxes, and it was perfect for getting people moving on the grassy area beside the pool. It was in this dance area that the opportunity presented itself for us to mingle with the couple I had been eyeing before. The man was named Jean, pronounced a nasally "ShONE", while his companion (confirmed, wife) was named Chantelle. Despite the names, they were actually Swiss, not French.

As I like my stories to focus on sexual encounters and less on backstory, it suffices to say that we took turns buying a few more drinks. All of us were tipsy and high but in control. That's the way I like it -- what's the point of hedonism if you're so drunk you can't remember anything? As the cacophony of laughter rose and inhibitions fell, innocent whispers and "friendly" caresses among the four of us turned into tongue flicks and gropes. By ten thirty, we were ready to take the party elsewhere -- our room.

As soon as we entered the room, 808, (we're Chinese and eight is a lucky number), we got deeply involved with the opposite partner. And it seemed we had found luck, at least on the sexual front, early on our trip. The four of us were here, bonding, and ready to get to know each other in intimate ways.

I pushed Chantelle onto the couch and immediately got onto my knees while spreading hers. She was receptive to my advances and slid down, pushing her hips forward and her pussy a bit off the couch, offering me easier and unobstructed access. There is nothing I like to do more than to eat pussy so I quickly undid the left bow, sliding the bikini bottom down her right leg, intentionally leaving the piece of white cloth dangling just above her knee. As I had hoped, her pussy was wonderfully shaven with a narrow light-brown landing strip guiding adventurers to a pair of beautiful and symmetrical labia. Her pussy lips were now slightly swollen and gently glistening from a mix of sweat from the tropical heat and the anticipation of what was to come.

I wasted no time and took a copious mouthful of pussy, lapping my tongue in a single motion from bottom to top while forming a vacuum seal to her pussy, much like those spacecrafts you see in sci-fi movies locking to the space station. Although my lips and her pussy lips didn't make that same "pssssst" sound effect, the soft grunt followed by groan from Chantelle told me that airlock had been achieved. I wasted no time probing my tongue into her pussy and was rewarded with a light syrup that tasted sweet, a bit salty, and soapy all at the same time. I reached out with my right thumb and index finger to steal a little of the liquid away to rub on the tip of my growing-by-the-second cock and it felt slippery and silky.

Entry would be an ease later. But for the time being, I focused on the task at hand, which was to take this petite Swiss woman out of the dichotomous pleasure and discomfort of an orgasm that was building but not released. I put my hands on her inner thighs to push her legs wider while pushing forward with my head to add weight and pressure. I alternated between penetrating about an inch with my tongue and flickering gently over her clit. For her first orgasm, I knew I wouldn't have to work the clit too much to make her come. And her soft but growing moans told me I'd finish her on this round soon without much effort.

As I continued my moderate oral assault on Chantelle's pussy, I snuck a glance over at my wife to see what she and Jean were up to. Since Chantelle and I were on the couch, they were naturally over by the bed.

I guess Jean had the same idea as me in terms of not wasting any time. His Speedos were already gone and his cock was also nowhere to be seen because it was buried deep inside my wife's throat. I found this quite amusing because my wife hates it when I wear Speedos but obviously didn't find them as revolting on this European. I could hear Evee slightly gagging as Jean held the back of her head against his cock as he gently thrust forward. I can't say my wife is super into cocksucking but I knew she wasn't resistant to what was going on because from what I could see in between my mouthfuls of eating pussy was her using her left hand to hold Jean's cock while gently caressing her pussy through the fabric of her bikini bottom with her right hand.

For a brief moment, our eyes made contact, and I could see that she knew I was watching her. She pushed forward harder to bounce Jean's cock against the back of her throat as she let out another gag. She repeated this a few more times so that an audible and rhythmic cock-choking sound now filled the room. As I continued to watch, I noticed that my wife's middle finger had now snuck under her bikini and she was gently fingering herself while blowing Jean. I couldn't tell if she was doing this for my benefit, or, because it was a side effect of being so turned on but frankly, I didn't care. At that moment, a curious thought filled my mind -- who would come first, Jean or Chantelle?

The answer came (no pun intended) almost as fast as Napoleon lost the Battle of Waterloo. I heard a gasp from my wife's throat just in time to see Jean jerk his hip up and push forward with his muscular legs. I knew at that moment that he was coming into my wife's mouth. I saw Evee try her best to let things run their course, but her swallowing couldn't match the emptying of Jean's ball sack and she uncontrollably released the cock in her mouth as a blast of come mixed with saliva catapulted down her chin and all over her neck and chest. She gave Jean's cock tip two more licks as the last ropes of come gushed from his waning cock.

The sight of this made me moan into Chantelle's pussy and I think the vibration of my mouth combined with what I had been doing sent her over the edge. She let out a hoarse groan followed by "oui, oui" as she pulled the back of my head into her pussy and she clamped down to maximize the pressure of my mouth on her clit. I knew her moment was coming so ever so gently, I grazed her clit with my top teeth and gifted her her first orgasm of the night. I was rewarded quickly with a flow of slippery and fragrant liquid that moistened my face like a hydrating mask.

My cock, which had been on standby with my gentle stroking, was hard and wet from a combination of pre-come and Chantelle's juices that I had been subtly masturbating with. Cupping the bottom of my shaft and my balls as one unit, I stood up and brought the package up and rested my purple bulbous head against Chantelle's swollen pussy.

Without a moment's hesitation, I pushed forward and buried half my shaft into her cunt, eliciting a sound somewhere between a gasp and a purr. Wrapping her arms around the bottom of my ass just above my thighs, Chantelle pulled me in towards her, gliding the rest of my member into her pussy. She let out a loud moan this time as the hilt of my cock and balls pushed up against her, completing an act that joined our bodies together as one.

Once we fully connected, I pulled backwards until my entire cock came back out her pussy. She complained with a mixture of groans and clawing of my ass, trying to keep me inside her as best as she could. After teasing her three or four times by pulling out completely, I left my cock in place and started pumping her at medium pace. From the sounds that Chantelle was making, I could tell she was loving my cock which was so easily gliding into her from the natural lubricant she had created when I ate her out.

A squeeze from her vagina and a soft, high-pitched yelp signalled her second orgasm of the night. I would have come a lot quicker had it not been for the numerous drinks and the equally generous amount of vaginal juices Chantelle had secreted. After about what I estimated was six to seven minutes, I was ready to come. But unlike many men who quicken the pace when they're about to blow, I do the opposite and slow down because I feel it makes for a much more intense orgasm, and you feel a much closer connection to the person you're fucking.

I almost came to a complete stop, a technique practiced in Tantric sex, and held my cock still as I blew my load. Without movement, you can feel exactly the number of times you contract and release and I sent eight to nine pulses of hot come shooting into Chantelle. Sensing a different kind of climax, she also came to an almost complete no-movement state as she enjoyed the warm sensation of me gushing into her. We finished our intense lovemaking with a wet and passionate kiss.

As the three of us basked in the afterglow of our first orgasms of the night, we realized that one person in the room had not suffered the pleasure that we had. All eyes and attention turned to Evee like a pack of wolves surrounding a fawn in a forest clearing.

Jean and Evee had been finished for about 10 minutes and had been watching the very tail-end of me pleasuring Chantelle orally before fucking her sopping wet pussy. Because she had yet to be pleasured except by her own fingers, Evee had never stopped. What had begun as a stroking of the pussy through the fabric of her bikini bottom, and then gentle masturbation, had now evolved into her orange and green bikini bottom being pulled to her left thigh and two hungry fingers spooning out ribbons of transparent discharge.

Realizing that my wife had given pleasure but had yet to be pleasured, I pulled my now flaccid and sopping wet cock out of Chantelle and walked over to the bed. Without hesitation, I lowered the tip of my cock into Evee's lips and she started to clean my glans before quickly licking up the juices on the rest of my shaft. Evee had never tasted another female before but in her wanton horniness, I guess she just mindlessly pretended that what was on my cock was the usual semen mixed with her own juices after our lovemaking. She certainly didn't resist the undiscovered tastes that were now presenting themselves on her lips.

As Evee continued to clean me, my rod started to revitalize. Chantelle joined the three of us on the bed. She got between Evee's legs and started to lick my wife's fingers while also darting her tongue into Evee's labia between Evee's self-fingering strokes. Evee had been with a woman once before on another one of our sexual adventures but they had just French-kissed and fondled each other heavily. A lack of resistance to Chantelle's oral advances made me assume that she was OK with what was going on. As Chantelle continued her gentle assault on my wife's pussy, her right hand swept up and started stroking Jean's cock. Since he had come almost 10 minutes before me and had watched a short live action porn of an Asian man making love to his wife, he started to grow with each stroke of his wife's hand. Within about thirty seconds, he was amply hard again and ready to use his cock on one of the many inviting holes that presented themselves before him.

Not to anyone's surprise (and to everyone's delight), he chose Evee, who was kind of in a weird half-squat position on her knees. He gently pushed her down on her right side and then raised her right leg up to a 90-degree position. As he prepared to enter, Chantelle and I quickly adjusted, me standing off the bed but with my cock still in Evee's mouth while Chantelle kneeled on the floor and started licking my wife's left breast. Like a robot on a factory floor, she oscillated between licking Evee's breast three or four times before shifting to the right slightly and giving head to Jean for an equal number of counts. I enjoyed my view from the front, watching the brunette titillate my wife (pun intended) while also making her husband ever harder.

Having just come not too long ago, Jean was in no danger of prematurely shooting his load. Plus, as with most men, he was able to withstand his wife's blowjob better simply because of familarity. In any case, Chantelle had no intention to make her husband come. All three of us wanted the same thing -- to watch him fuck Evee. And at that very moment, that's what he turned his focus on.

Guiding Chantelle's head back toward Evee's breasts, Jean made it clear that he was now setting the agenda. Easing forward, he used his left hand to guide his cock tip toward Evee and rested it right at the entrance of her now oozing slit. Evee had a look of discomfort on her face and glared hungrily at Jean with my cock comfortably assuming the real estate of her mouth. She made a muffled moan to indicate that she was ready and wanted his cock. NEEDED it. Sensing her wanton desire, Jean intentionally held back. He expertly worked his cock like he was piloting a helicopter and used it to glide up and down Evee's swollen labia, driving her mad with desire and lust, and making sure not to give her what she wanted. He did this for about 30 seconds when Evee suddenly spat my cock out and exclaimed, "No more! MAINTENANT!"

I had no idea my wife spoke French! Those three words were all that Jean needed. Guiding his member forward with his left hand and pulling his own ass forward with his right hand, he drove the entire length of his cock into my wife. His balls hit her so hard she let out a huge scream. On this initial impact, I worried he had actually driven too hard and had somehow hurt her. But my fears were assuaged when I saw that her face was contorted with pleasure rather than pain. Evee grunted and moaned with each slam of Jean's pelvis and her nipples were erect and hard from the combination of pleasure of having Jean's rock hard cock in her pussy and Chantelle's tongue and fingers doing their magic.

Now that she was being pleasured, she reached back out with a sweep of her arm to find my cock. Once she found it, she quickly pulled me back into her mouth and sucked me while getting her pussy pounded. Time is always warped in these moments but I'd estimate that Evee's spitroast lasted for about three minutes. With my cock in her mouth and ramming deep into her throat with each varying stroke of cock-in-mouth and cock-in-pussy, she was not able to express herself beyond guttural moans. But no words are required to express desire and result. Evee suddenly let out a deeper kind of groan that saw her entire body shudder.

At this moment, I knew she was having a huge orgasm. As the groan turned into a series of higher-pitched whimpers, I saw Jean's face twist and his teeth clench to try to maximize time and hold off an ejaculation that would be the end of all pleasure. But it was too late -- he had gone beyond the point-of-no-return and with a hoarse groan, he came and unleashed into my wife. I looked down to see his cock convulse five to six times, unleashing his second load of the night, this time into my wife's beautiful vagina. As he continued to pump, I also felt myself getting close. I knew we could have another round or three or four so why hold back?

I pulled my cock out of Evee's mouth and jerked it about four or five strokes, unleashing my seed onto Evee's tits and Chantelle's mouth. Seeing me shoot my load, Chantelle tried her best to catch the liquid in her mouth, and what she missed, she lapped off my wife's chest and belly.

I knelt down on the floor to give my wife a deep and satisfying tongue kiss. What a fantastic first day in Bali.