Last Port of Call

Susan and I can't stop giggling.

We're laying naked, soaking wet, on the floor of a spectacular shower in the Serenity Spa of Royal Caribbean's Oasis of the Seas. We've just finished fucking our way through a veritable rainstorm that the shower very convincingly created.

"Do you think other people use this shower like we just have?" I ask the naked MILF lying beside me on the floor. Our hands are interlaced together as we catch our breath from our orgasms.

"Pretty sure they do," Susan replies as she looks into my eyes with a smile. "Suite Eight is the only one that's this big, I think, and I don't believe the others have the advanced technology.

"My girls told me this was added to the ship during its last dry-dock a few years ago."

"Have your girls used it... experienced it?" I ask.

"Well," Susan replies softly, "our little friend Ellie told them all about it. If she showed it to them, I don't know."

Susan kisses me softly and uncurls her fingers from mine as she stands and moves to the large rack of towels by the door. She takes three off the rack and sets two of them on the ottoman that holds our clothes.

"Here," Susan says softly, "stand up."

I comply and Susan unfurls the towel in her hand. Moving behind me she begins to wipe off my shoulders, my lower back, my ass, and the backs of my legs.

I turn to face Susan and reach for a towel of my own. I begin to dry her incredible body from the front. Shoulders, neck, breasts, stomach, arms. For a while we're tangling our arms in a comical way and the giggles resume. Then Susan stops her drying of my front side. It seems she rather enjoys the towel-assisted massage I'm giving her.

I drop to my knees to dry Susan's legs and I slide the towel in between them as I move from the bottom back to the top. One hand is managing the towel, the other hand, leading the second, is managing the space between one leg and the other.

I get to the top of Susan's thighs and my leading hand brushes against Susan's beautiful mound. She lurches slightly and I hear a sharp inhale.

But I don't go further. I softly kiss Susan's lower stomach, just above her vulva.

Then I stand and wrap the towel around Susan's lower back, just above her ass. With exaggerated force I pull her body into mine. Susan giggles at the action. Then I smother her in a soft but passionate kiss.

The kiss breaks and I look into this woman's incredible eyes, which are glowing back at me.

"This was spectacular," I whisper. "Thank you."

"I wonder what you're gonna do," Susan purrs with a delightful glint in her eyes, "the next time there's a thunderstorm?"

"Well... if we're together..." I reply with a soft snarl in my voice.

"And... if we're not," Susan replies with a giggle, "there had better be video...

"Or some kind of early warning system."

And we both laugh as we break away from each other and continue drying off and figure out where our clothing ended up.

We giggle our way, arms around each other's waists, back to our staterooms. The ship is underway and is bouncing on the waves more aggressively than it has prior to now. We weave from side to side periodically, like we've been drinking all day.

"We must have turned into the wind," Susan comments as we stand in front of her stateroom door. Other guests, dressed for dinner, are moving along the passageway. Some are holding onto the side rails to steady themselves as they walk.

"I have a reservation for us at Chops Grille on the Deck Eight promenade," Susan says as she fishes her Sea Pass card from her bag.

"Eight is my new lucky number," I say coyly.

It's a dumb joke and Susan looks up at me with a soft smile and a little laugh through her nose. "I need about half an hour to make myself presentable," she says as she opens the door to her stateroom.

"Why don't you just meet me there?" And Susan slips inside without waiting for an answer.

A little less than a half-hour later, I'm sitting at a table in the restaurant. They have outdoor seating but the winds that are making the ship move so aggressively are also wreaking havoc on the outdoor areas of the Deck Eight Promenade.

I have an Old Fashioned in front of me, and there's a second one waiting at Susan's spot at the table.

Just then, Susan steps into the restaurant from the promenade.

And... "presentable"... is a fucking understatement.

Susan is absolutely ravishing in black, flowing satin pants that hug her ass in a skin-tight grip, and a bright pink camisole top. Her shoes match the top and her purse matches the shoes.

I see heads all over the restaurant -- from the wait staff to other diners -- turning to catch a glimpse of this incredibly beautiful woman as she greets the maitre'd, then sees me sitting at our table. She turns and strides my direction with the maitre'd in tow.

Susan gives me a soft cheek-to-cheek kiss and takes her seat as the waiter scurries to get her napkin situated.

Susan isn't wearing anything under the camisole.

And it must be exhilarating for her because her nipples are plainly evident, poking into, and nearly through, the soft satin. I take a few long seconds to stare at the vision before me. It doesn't take much for me to imaging that she's not wearing anything under her slacks as well.

And my cock twitches at the thought.

I look back to Susan and she's looking at me, looking at her. She has a wry smile on her lips.

"Wow," Susan exclaims as she takes a sexy sip of her cocktail, "this ship is really moving tonight."

I look into this beautiful woman's eyes.

"You told me the night we met that you try to avoid the motion of the ocean," I say softly.

"Unless you decide to make some motion of your own."

Susan's eyes are riveted into mine. I'm trying to read some sort of reaction but I'm not finding one. Susan's eyes bounce from one of mine to the other.

Finally, Susan whispers back to me: "I love that you remember those words."

She brings her head closer to mine across the table.

"Maybe we can find a way to make use of this motion after dinner," Susan's voice sizzles,

"... When you fuck me... nice... and... slow..."

And my cock nearly leaps out of my pants.

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I'm awakened by Susan's shrill shriek.

"Eeeeeekkk!" she cries. "Phil!!... PHIL!!!"

I'm jolted awake. It's morning and there's another cruise ship parked seemingly feet from the edge of Susan's balcony.

There's a rumble of various sounds coming from outside the ship and below the balcony, as RCI workers hustle to get two ships ready for the day. It's what RCI calls "Perfect Day at Coco Cay." And it's a day-long stop at the company's private island.

If you want to locate it on a map, the island is actually called Little Stirrup Cay in the Bahamian chain of islands. In the RCI world, though, it's always known as "Coco Cay," and they almost never leave off the "Perfect Day" prefix.

The immediate problem, though, is that Susan's stateroom curtains are wide open and the two of us are butt-naked in her bed.

Susan sits up with a start and immediately grabs the sheets to wrap around her torso. I also realize the situation and rustle around trying to find something to shield my naked groin from any probing eyes of our neighboring ship.

I finally grab a pillow and hold it over my lower torso long enough to get to the heavier curtains at the balcony door and draw them closed.

"Interesting start to a perfect day," I say cheerily as I turn back to Susan. She laughs and clambers out from the sheets wrapped around her. We cross the few steps between us and she gives me a soft kiss.

"Go get yourself ready," she says softly, as I'm searching for my briefs and slacks. "I'm wearing beach clothes.

"The gangway opens in about thirty minutes."

And Susan sends me out of her stateroom and to mine, right next door.

Susan and I exit the ship into a veritable canyon between our ship and the second one. The other ship is RCI's "Wonder of the Seas," which is a virtual twin of the Oasis, on which we're sailing. The sun is shining brightly above and beyond the two behemoth cruise ships; the area between them is shaded, and is something of a sixteen-deck tall wind tunnel.

Everyone is grabbing their hats, beach bags, children, and each other as the passengers from both ships disgorge onto the large gangway that leads to an even longer concrete pier that terminates at the island. Susan slips her arm inside mine and we grip onto each other tightly.

Once we clear the wind tunnel, the maelstrom reduces to a nice breeze, and we're able to hold hands the rest of the way.

The "Perfect Day" scenario is unlike anything I've ever seen. Bright colors, banners, paint on the pavement, and tall structures from the water park rise above the green and white and blue colors of the island nestled in the beautiful Caribbean water. It's like we're walking into an authentic Caribbean junkanoo.

To add to the visuals, a steel drum band is set up at the far end of the pier, playing an adaptation of Bill Withers' hit, "Lovely Day"... except the background singers repeat:

♫♫ "Perfect Day... Perfect Day... Perfect Day... PER-fect Day..." ♫♫

Susan has seen all this before on prior cruises she's taken on Royal Caribbean. She is delighted to observe my first exposure to this treatment, and she tips her head into my shoulder and giggles a little at my obvious delight.

Susan is wearing a twin of the coral swimsuit that she wore the first afternoon of the cruise, except this one is a soft mint green. The suit hugs her fantastic body perfectly.

Over the suit she's wearing another cover-up, also crocheted, that's a matching color of the swimsuit. She has a broad-rimmed, floppy hat to shade her face and is also wearing fashionable sunglasses. Matching sandals adorn her dainty feet.

Again, Susan and I are stopped by a photographer who has a perfect composition of all the colors with the two ships in the background. We willingly drop the bags we're carrying and pose for a sun-drenched documentation of this remarkable place... and this remarkable trip.

We've barely collected our things and begun to continue our walk to the island when we hear a woman's voice calling to us from a little ways ahead.

"Mister Phil!!... Oh... Mizzus Bishop!! Hello!!!"

The voice is coming from a young blond-haired woman in tight navy blue shorts, a bright red RCI polo, and petite white shoes off to the right of the throng behind a nylon stanchion line, waving both hands over her head to get our attention.

It's Ellie, the young Australian girl who worked with me four days ago on embarkation day. Ellie is also the primary reason that Susan and I had dinner together our first night aboard The Oasis, which led eventually to the first sex Susan and I had aboard The Oasis. We haven't seen Ellie since our breakfast in the Windjammer our first morning together.

"Ah!!" Susan cries, "It's Ellie!!"

And we peel to the right away from the moving waves of other guests to where Ellie is standing.

"G' D-aye!!... G'D-aye!!" Ellie calls out cheerily as we get close enough to her. Her face is beaming. Susan seems delighted to see Ellie and takes her in a small hug and they cheek kiss, first one side, then the other.

Now it's my turn. I extend my hand toward Ellie. She's having no part of that.

"C'mere, you!!" Ellie faux-growls as she wraps her arms around my shoulders for a cute hug. Ellie kisses me on the cheek as the hug breaks.

Those formalities out of the way, Susan takes the lead.

"So," Susan begins, "what are you doing here this morning... off the ship??"

"Oh, I'm at Perfect D-aye on the regg," Ellie replies cheerfully in her delightful Australian accent. I realize that "regg" means "regular." And the way she says "Day" couldn't be cuter.

"Almost every d-aye the ship's here, I'm here as well."

"Oh," Susan replies. "What kind of work do you do on the island?"

"I'm hostess to a very exclusive group of guests at Perfect D-aye" Ellie chirps in reply.

"And... tod-aye... them exclusive guests are... THE TWO OF YOU!!"

This is totally unexpected, and Susan is confused.

"Wait... what??" Susan questions. "I thought we were going..."

"C'mon... hop in," Ellie beams as she turns to a brightly tropical-painted Kei truck parked behind her. There are RCI logos emblazoned over the whole vehicle. "I'll tell ya' about it on the w-aye."

The Kei truck is similar to ones that I see in neighborhoods around my townhouse in Charleston, mainly used by small landscape companies.

Primarily manufactured and used in Japan, it's an ultra-small cab-forward truck that looks a little bit like a very large golf cart with a curved windshield. The one Ellie is driving has two rows of seats, one for the driver, and a second behind it.

Behind the seats is a square box-like structure that has a number of hatches along both sides. It also appears to be refrigerated.

Susan and I wriggle our way into the bench seat behind Ellie. She turns her head slightly toward us.

"All in??" Ellie asks. "'Ang on, then... here we go!!"

Ellie turns a lever, drops the truck into gear, and we quickly but quietly zoom away from the bustle of the guests still flowing up the gangway.

The truck must be electric; the only sound is a soft whine, combined with the sound of the tires on the pavement and the breeze blowing over my ears. I'm sitting behind Ellie and Susan is sitting to my right, one row behind Ellie.

Susan leans forward. "So, Ellie," Susan begins, "where are you taking us? Where are we going??"

Ellie looks over her right shoulder and smiles at Susan.

"It's a special pl-ayece," Ellie replies with her unique Australian twang.

"Not many folk know 'bout it.

"When the investors built this island for Royal Caribbean," Ellie continues, "they insisted on havin' a hideaway for there-selves. It's a little p-ayece o' paradise that's far away from all the construction noise then... and all the hub-bub now.

"Eventually, them executives started bringing their sheilas or their mates to the place, and it became what it is t'daye."

"I've... I've never heard about it," Susan stammers.

Ellie smiles back at Susan and returns her eyes to the pathway.

"Almost no-body knows it's 'eer," Ellie replies. "It's not on a website. It's not in any flyer...

"It's supah exclusive... just certain guests are allowed. And only one set o' guests each d-aye.

"You and Mister Phil will have the whole pl-ayece to yur-selves... 'ceptin' me, o' course."

Ellie slows the Kei truck as she approaches a junction of the path we're on with another. A somewhat large older black woman with a clipboard steps into the sun from the shade of tall banana trees.

"Two fer Joosin'," Ellie says to the woman on her left.

The woman nods and Ellie accelerates onto the junction road to our left. I look over my right shoulder to see the woman speaking into a walkie-talkie. Then she disappears as the vegetation obscures her from view.

Susan is looking at her phone, at the Royal Caribbean app. I'm a little surprised the island has a wi-fi signal that's available.

"Ellie," Susan says with the slightest urgency. "I... I didn't order this. We're supposed to be at Royal Beach Club today."

"Aye," Ellie replies, as we continue to zoom along the narrow concrete path surrounded by lush tropical greenery.

"And they'll credit that back to 'ya when 'ya get back to the ship, don't you worry."

Ellie slows and turns sharply to another pathway connecting to the right.

"The confirm for this came in late... yest-uh-day evenin'," Ellie continues. "We didn't think we'd have guests todaye... until then."

Only a few seconds later, Ellie brings the Kei truck to a stop. She sets the parking brake and steps out of the truck to her left. A gigantic black man wearing a super-tight black T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and sunglasses steps out of a small quonset hut in the trees to greet her. Susan is still engaged with her phone.

I can hear Ellie's voice, barely.

"G'day, Kelvin!" Ellie says cheerily.

"G'mornin', Miss L," the man replies with an astonishingly rumbly voice. "Didn't think we'd see you today."

"I know," Ellie replies as she sort of kicks at the dirt with one toe. "Order came in late."

The man raises his gaze to the Kei truck, with me and Susan inside.

"Just the two?" he grumbles as he turns his attention back to Ellie.

"Aye," Ellie replies. "At least it looks like a nice day on the water."

"Got it handled," the giant man rumbles. He raises a massive clenched fist upward in front of his stomach. Ellie makes a relatively tiny fist of her own and bumps his gently.

"Thanks, K!" Ellie says cheerily. She steps back into the Kei truck, turns the lever to re-engage the motor and we begin to zoom forward again. Now we're going up a long, moderately steep incline.

"He looks... formidable," I comment quietly into Ellie's right ear.

Ellie gives a short, quiet laugh.

"K's a good Bruce," she replies "... really a teddy bear... but I wouldn't want to get sideways on 'im.

"Ya' c'aint see it, but there's tons of security on the island for this pl-ayece. Kelvin and his team keep things secure from the water."

"Is it dangerous?" Susan asks with the tiniest hint of alarm in her voice.

"Not with Kelvin around," Ellie chirps back in reply. "But we're going to the other side -- and the other end -- of this whole island.

"It's definitely back of Bourke, like we Aussies say... way in the outback.

"Kelvin's people mainly keep an eye out for the locals tryin' to sneak in and have a naughty."

Susan repeats the phrase, confusion in her voice: "Have a naughty?..."

Ellie looks back over her shoulder at Susan.

"Have sex. You know... do some fookin."

Susan laughs sharply. She finally stops fiddling with her phone.

"What's this place called?" Susan asks.

Ellie replies quickly. "In the ship's computer system, it's called 'Hideaway Bay.' It shows up on my work orders as 'H-Bay.'

"But people who live around here -- on-island or off it -- they call it 'Joosin' Cove.'"

Now I'm intrigued. "What does 'Joosin' mean?" I ask over Ellie's right shoulder.

"It's native. It's Bahamian slang," Ellie replies cheerily. "Means the same as to have a naughty."

Now it's my turn to laugh. Susan jumps in with a slightly incredulous tone in her voice.

"You mean," she begins, "Royal Caribbean built this whole out-of-the way place JUST so people could come here and have sex??"

Ellie pulls the Kei truck to the side of the pathway under a large jacaranda tree. She sets the parking brake and half-turns in her seat to face us. She has had this conversation before.

"Susan," Ellie begins, "first of all, this area doesn't belong to Royal Caribbean. It's the property of another group of investors. The cruise line just leases it every time a ship comes to Coco Cay.

"But let me ask you this: Have you seen people on the ship sunbathing in the nuddy? Have you seen couples engaging in sexual behaviour in public, without getting called on the carpet and maybe even thrown off the ship at the next port?

Ellie doesn't wait for an answer, like they were rhetorical questions.

"No you haven't," Ellie continues. "There is a growing segment in the travel industry for destinations that are designed for... hedonistic behaviours.

"There are cruise lines that will have single-subject cruises for people who are interested in public nudity or swinging sex."

"We've met Jeremy and Tina," I offer.

Ellie looks at me with a wicked grin. "Quite the pair, them." Then she goes on:

"Royal Caribbean didn't want to figure out how to have 'Adult Activities' (Ellie makes air quotes with her fingers) on a ship that caters to families or people who'd rather keep that stuff to thereselves.

"They realized that they already had Joosin' Cove on this island. So they decided to make the most of it."

"So this place stays busy, then?" I query.

"Nearly every time the Oasis docks at Coco Cay, guests are brought out to Joosin'," Ellie replies. "The ship might not stop during stormy weather, but erry-other day...." And she leaves the sentence unfinished.

"Most of the Joosin' guests are not from The St-aye-ts," Ellie continues. "Most are VERY high-rollers from Europe, Asia, from the mid-East. In them places, this sort of behaviour is more common, I guess."

Susan has a question: "So, this is a regular job for you?"

Ellie answers quickly with a nod.

"There are seven of us on this detail," she replies. "Five sheilas, and two blokes." Ellie gives us a cocked eyebrow. "Because sometimes, somebody wants a bloke for their root..."

(I assume that "root" is another word for having a naughty.)

"We are all trained in every single aspect of guest satisfaction," Ellie continues. Then she repeats, slowly: "Every... single... aspect.

"We're checked medically and evaluated after every assignment. There's a lot of paperwork and record-keeping after I get back from a Joosin'."

I have the next question: "How many people do you usually... um... service?" Susan gives me a side-eye at my choice of words. Ellie sees it and laughs softly.

"The most I've ever had in a d-aye is ten," Ellie replies. "I didn't have to handle that one alone, thankly. A coupla other team-mates stood in with me.

"Y'all actually saw the whole team of sheilas together the other morning in Windjammer. We were on our way to a meet-up and stopped for coffees."

It's my turn to ask Ellie a question. "So, Ellie," I begin, "what exactly are your duties for this... day?" I almost imitated Ellie's adorable accent saying the word "day."

Ellie's countenance changes ever so slightly. She's had her arm crooked over the back of her seat. Now she almost lays her chin down onto that arm.

"I'm anything... and everything... you need, Phil." It doesn't escape my attention that she left off the "Mister."

"I'm your hostess," Ellie continues.

"When you're hungry, I'm your chef, and your waitress.

"When you're thirsty, I'm your bartender. When you want a massage, I'm your masseuse.

"When you want somethin' that's not already 'ere, I'm your concierge.

"I'm your... everything," Ellie says quietly, with a beautiful smile.

And even though Susan is sitting right beside me, I feel the same kind of tingle I felt on the first day when Ellie was sorting out my dining and showing me the RCI app.

A gorgeous Australian girl can do that to a guy, I guess.

Susan interrupts with a question she's had on her mind, almost since we got into the Kei truck with Ellie.

"Ellie," Susan queries, "is this from my girls? You know... my girls... did they set this up??

"They love to surprise me with things like this."

Ellie smiles at Susan.

"Susan," Ellie replies, "you know how much I love your daughters... both of them.

"But this isn't from either of 'em. They don't know anythin' about Joosin' Cove... at least not from me.

"I didn't have an assignment here during their cruise, and it was already booked by another set of guests so they couldn't have come anyway. So your girls and I didn't ever talk about it.

"Like I said, on the ship, this place doesn't even exist. Very few people even know it's even 'eer."

Susan's attention to detail is beginning to boil over.

"So, who set this up?" Susan demands. "Why ARE we here??"

Ellie is still slouched over her arm in the front seat. Her eyes slide over to mine.

"You wanna tell her?" Ellie asks softly.

I turn to Susan. "It was me," I announce quietly... warmly. "This is my treat."

Susan is flummoxed.

"But... how..." she begins. "When... You didn't... you never..."

Ellie is laughing softly at Susan's stammer.

"I booked it months ago," I continue.

Ellie interrupts: "You'd of had to. And it's been on hold for the longest time."

I cover one of Susan's hands with one of mine.

"Amanda had a very well-heeled church friend. And when she learned I was going on this cruise, told me about this excursion," I say to Susan.

"She has been here once before, and I got the feeling she wanted to come here again... I think just with me... leaving her husband at home."

Ellie jumps in. "She's been here?" she asks. "From where??"

"In the States," I reply. "Charleston, South Carolina."

Ellie's eyes roll up toward the ceiling of the truck, like she's scanning her memory. "Not sure," she says quietly.

Susan is trying to piece together a puzzle in her mind.

"But you..." she begins, "... we just met, what?, on Sunday??

"Who were you gonna..."

I interrupt Susan's wonder.

"When I made the reservation, I was hopeful that I would -- maybe -- meet someone I could share it with," I say softly into my lover's eyes.

"I rationalized that, if I didn't meet anyone, I COULD come alone... or I could cancel at the last minute."

"That would have been expensive," Ellie says softly, with a smile.

I'm still staring at Susan. "To be honest," I continue, "I almost forgot about it.

"I've been so swept up in... everything we... so much of the wonderful... all of... YOU... this week...

"I actually didn't confirm it until yesterday afternoon."

"Order came through around four o'clock," Ellie says quietly.

Susan is staring into my eyes. I see the slightest glint of moisture in hers.

"That was right after..." Susan begins quietly.

I finish her thought: "Our rain-shower," I whisper.

Susan closes her eyes and a single tear rolls down her right cheek. I lean over and kiss my lover softly and she wraps her arms around my neck.

Ellie breaks the mood, gently: "Ah," she comments quietly, "y'all went to Suite Eight at Serenity.

"I DID tell your girls about that one."

Susan laughs into my shoulder and I feel her whole body relax. She pulls her head up and says:

"Okay, Ellie. Show us what this Joosin' thing is all about."

Ellie pivots in her seat and takes hold of the steering wheel.

"That's our next stop, right away," Ellie announces as she activates the gear lever and we continue along the path toward the top of the hill.

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Now we're at the crest of the hill. Ellie steers the Kei truck sharply to the right to follow the path. She slows down a little because we are literally skirting the very top of a ridge. There are steep drop-offs on both sides of the vehicle. Susan skootches more closely to me and hooks her arm inside mine. Ellie doesn't seem concerned; like she's driven this route multiple times.

And the view from here is astonishingly beautiful. The gorgeous Caribbean waters stretch all the way to the horizon, where they meet with stunning, puffy white clouds. It's breathtaking.

"My god... so pretty!!" Susan coos.

In response, Ellie gives us a little history lesson.

"Royal Caribbean originally wanted Coco Cay on this end of the island... just for this view," Ellie calls out over her shoulder.

"But this is the windward side of the cay. The giant ships also act like giant sails. And if the ships are constantly fighting the wind, they burn a lot of petrol trying to stay in one place. On the other end, where they're at now, the island is blocking a lot of that wind."

"You're a smart girl, Ellie," I compliment over her shoulder. Ellie replies with a quick glance back in my direction, flashing a dazzling smile.

"Okay, everyone," Ellie calls out, "... one sharp turn and then we've got a short hard yakka down to the water."

Ellie turns the vehicle to the left. The nose of the Kei truck pitches downward at an amazingly sharp angle. The gears of the little truck begin to whine as they fight the gravity of the steep pathway. But the path levels out relatively quickly and, after a couple of switchbacks in the road, we arrive at the bottom.

"Wooo!!" Ellie calls out as the truck comes to level. "Everybody good??"

Susan asks, "We have to take that road getting back?"

Ellie laughs through her reply, "Don't worry Susan. It's actually easier going up the hill than comin' down it!"

We're on a narrow paved path, moving slowly forward. We are surrounded by banana trees and other native foliage.

Then, Ellie curves gently to the left and there's an almost Spielbergian reveal of the cove we've come to visit.

"Oh, my lord!!" Susan calls out as she takes in the view.

Readers, I won't try to find words to describe the beauty of this place. The water, the sand, the rocks, the trees, the blue Caribbean sky... they're all complimented by a waterfall coming out of the top of the hill we just descended. The cove is actually small and is sheltered from the winds Ellie was telling us about. The waterfall splashes softly into a deep cove pool behind it.

"Ellie," I blurt out, "this is stunning!"

"Quite the billabong, ain't she?" Ellie replies as she puts the Kei truck neatly beneath another jacaranda tree.

Between the truck and the water are chaise-like beach chairs, more Adirondack-style chairs, accompanying tables, umbrellas (already opened), and a large four-poster beach bed, all looking out of the cove into the Caribbean beyond.

"A little settin' up for me to do," Ellie announces as she busies herself around the sides and back of the truck. Awnings begin to extend over all three sides, giving shade to the hatches all around.

"There's a dunny up that pathway if you need a bathroom.

"Anybody care for a bloody... since it's still mornin'?"

Susan answers first: "Yes please, slightly spicy."

Ellie calls out, "Phil? Fer you??"

I answer back, "The same. Thanks, El!!"

Susan gives me a snarky look at the abbreviated name.

"I heard the security guy call her that..." I mutter in reply.

Even though Susan brought a bag with towels and such for the both of us, there is absolutely no need for any of it.

Every chair has multiple towels neatly rolled and waiting for a guest. There are also two chaises, two tables, two of... everything.

The beach area is probably about twenty yards by forty yards. The whole space has been meticulously groomed and raked, just like at the most expensive resort you can imagine.

The beach bed is essentially a large square platform sitting on the sand with four posts rising upward from each corner. A tufted fabric-covered mattress covers the framework. Another framework of some sort supports a canvas covering the whole surface. It appears that curtains are gathered at each corner, probably to block wind or drizzle, or prying eyes. It's set up so the foot end of the bed faces the waterfall and the cove behind it.

The accountant in me does a quick visual reckoning.

Someone in charge of the extras at this place knew that it would only be Susan and me here today. I'm quite sure that the party of ten that Ellie mentioned had ten chairs, ten tables, way more than one umbrella... and probably more than one beach bed.

Logistically, there must be some sort of storehouse within a reasonable distance of this place for additional stuff. But it's completely hidden; nothing disturbs this paradise.

Susan and I are standing with our backs to the chairs, looking out into the water, taking it all in. Ellie's voice calls out behind us.

"Got yer drinks ready," Ellie announces. Then:

"Bathers on or bathers off... don't matter to me!"

Susan and I turn together to find Ellie approaching us with a tray deftly on one arm. Two cocktails and a small bowl of fruit are balanced perfectly. Three plastic cups of ice water are also on the tray.

But what's stunning is Ellie's present appearance. Gone are the tight navy shorts, the red RCI polo, and the white tennies.

Replacing that outfit is a stunning red one-piece bathing suit that looks like it came from the wardrobe department of "Baywatch."

The suit is super high cut at Ellie's hips. I'm quite sure it barely covers her ass. Above her flat stomach, Ellie's ample boobs are pushed together. The deep scoop neck reveals plenty of cleavage.

Ellie has her straight blonde hair pulled back in a simple ponytail. If her hair was fuller and more curly, she could be Erika Eleniak's twin sister.

"Set these here?" Ellie asks, gesturing to table nearest the Adirondack chairs.

"Sure," Susan replies. "Here, let me help."

"'Sokay, Susan," Ellie answers. And, sure enough, in a flash everything is off the tray and set up for consumption.

Susan and I take our chairs. Ellie stands in the sand in front of us, ready to make a presentation.

"Y'all have heard a lot of this already," Ellie begins, "but I have to say it to you... formally.

"Rules are rules."

Susan and I sip our drinks, and they're delicious.

"Phil, Susan," Ellie begins, "my name is Ellie... as you know... and I'm from Australia... as you know." Ellie joins Susan and me in a little giggle.

"Welcome to Hideaway Bay," Ellie continues, "also known as Joosin' Cove."

Ellie continues her presentation in a manner similar to a flight attendant on an airplane.

"Your safety is of a prime concern while we're here. I am trained for almost any medical emergency and there are team members nearby who can also assist if required. The cove is absolutely safe for swimming. We only ask that, if you venture out beyond the breakers (Ellie turns and points to the place where the cove joins the open ocean) that you are aware that sharks and barracuda also like to swim around out there. And, they don't work for us so we can't dictate how they'll behave around our guests.

"I am at your beck and call all day. There's a menu on your chair of food items I can prepare for you. I can also make almost any cocktail you would like... and if I don't know it, we'll just figure it out together.

"Thank you!"

And Ellie gives Susan and me a cute little curtsey, signifying the presentation is over. Susan and I are laughing at Ellie's joke about the drinks and we clap more raucously than we should. Ellie blushes appropriately, and delightfully.

Ellie grabs one of the cups of water and sits cross-legged on the sand in front of Susan and me in our Adirondack chairs. The crotch of her swimsuit barely covers her hootch, and doesn't disguise the camel-toe created by it... not that I'm looking or anything.

Susan delightful habit of asking off-the-wall questions makes a reappearance.

"So, Ellie," Susan begins, "I've got a feeling that you weren't surprised to see me and Phil getting off the ship together this morning."

Ellie swallows her gulp of water quickly and replies without hesitation. "Oh, anythin' but surprised," Ellie says with a chirp. "On the ship, we've known about you two for a coupla days now."

"Really?" Susan replies, with the tiniest bit of color in her voice.

Ellie picks up on it right away.

"Not that anybody's snoopin' about or gettin' in anybody's business," Ellie continues.

"We want to make sure our guests are safe... happy... not put out or ready to crack the shits... while they're on our ship. So we're always looking out for... everybody."

Susan seems satisfied with that answer and takes another sip of her cocktail.

Ellie continues: "I think Jimmy -- in the karaoke bar -- was the first one to call you two to anyone's attention. He said that was a cute duet y'all did that first night.

"The bartenders... the waiters... they're also aware of our many of our guests activities.

"Uri told me about your spa visit yestuh-day."

Ellie looks directly at me.

"And then, Phil, your stateroom attendant informed me that he hasn't made up your bed all week!

"That's a big tell, right there!!"

Now I'm the one who's blushing. Ellie reaches over and grabs my hand... and doesn't let go.

"If I had annythin' to do with y'all gettin' together," Ellie coos to the both of us, "... that makes me very happy."

I'm looking into Ellie's beautiful eyes. Susan drains her cocktail and stands up from her chair.

Susan had stripped off her swim cover-up right after we got out of the Kei truck. Now, to my amazement, she begins to strip off her swimsuit altogether.

"Ellie, you said we could go bathers off, right?" Susan says brightly.

Ellie also gets to her feet and begins clearing the drained cocktail cups.

"Absolutely," Ellie chirps in reply, "with a warnin': Public nudity is actually illegal throughout the Bahamas. So if you venture out beyond the breakers, in addition to watching out for sharks, you probably should have your bathers on.

"Here in the cove, though... you're good."

Susan has been stripping off her swimsuit during Ellie's answer, and fetching a spray can of sunscreen from her bag.

She hands the sunscreen to me. "Phil, would you spray my back, please?" she requests gently.

Then, back to Ellie: "Ellie, could we get a couple of piña coladas in cove-friendly cups? I want to explore the back of this waterfall with Phil."

"Coming right up," Ellie chirps over her shoulder in reply.

Susan turns and looks me up and down with a snark.

"What?" she says cheekily, "you don't feel like gettin' nuddy??"

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Susan has taken the spray sunscreen back from me and is applying the lotion to her legs, arms, and stomach while I'm stripping out of my T-shirt and swim trunks.

Ellie, meanwhile, has stepped to the back of the cove behind the waterfall. A rock outcropping is accessible from the side without engaging with the falling water. She sets two large cups with a creamy-colored liquid in each and a slice of pineapple on each rim.

As she exits Ellie glances back at Susan and me, seeing that we're now both naked. Ellie meets my eyes and gives me a cute little wave. And, as unaccustomed as I am to being naked outdoors, I don't think I see Ellie's eyes taking any account of my "being nuddy."

I guess she's used to it, working in this place with other guests.

Susan takes my hand gently and we walk into the water that makes up the waterfall splash area and the cove behind it. The water is amazingly warm... almost as though it were heated.

In front of the waterfall, the water only rises to the bottom of my sternum. It covers Susan's beautiful breasts by the time we get to the water streaming down from the cliff above.

Susan and I pause briefly and allow the water to cascade over our head, running out hands through our hair as we exit the flow and continue to the cove pool behind the waterfall.

Susan then takes my hand again and we move to the side where the piña coladas are waiting. We each take one and sample the cocktail. It's delicious.

"That girl knows how to mix a drink," I say after the cool liquid rolls down my throat.

In this area there are a series of smooth rock outcroppings in various levels, almost like steps from the sand down to the water's surface.

Susan picks one that suits her and we set our drinks on the outer edge, against the sand. Then Susan turns to me and gives me a sensational kiss. My cock begins to swell with this gorgeous naked woman in my arms.

The kiss breaks and Susan whispers: "Thank you for setting this place up for today. It's absolutely gorgeous.

"Much better than Royal Beach Club. And I'm sure it's VERY expensive."

I answer with the first stupid thing that comes to mind: "No price is too high for you," I murmur, before realizing the potential implications of my words.

Susan laughs softly through her nose, then pauses with a snarky grin on her face.

"I'll let that one go," she replies. "But I do want to give you a special thank you. Here... sit here."

There is a step that Susan directs me to sit on. My feet remain on the sandy bottom of the cove. It's almost like I'm sitting on a chair. The water comes up just under my rib cage.

Susan puts her knees between my legs and with her hands pushes my knees apart. Then she kneels between my legs. The water is lapping at the tops of her shoulders.

"Let's see how long I can hold my breath," Susan says quietly.

Then, after a long inhale, Susan gently lowers her head and her face into the water and leans over into my crotch.

And then Susan takes my cock into her mouth

It's a surprising move.

"AAaaaahhhhhh!!!" I cry out into the cove. My voice has a strange muted echo against the waterfall to our left.

Because she IS holding her breath, Susan's fellatio is a little more intense than it was in her stateroom the other morning. That episode was loving and languorous. This is the opposite of that.

But it feels incredible! Susan's warm mouth, her slick tongue, her suctioning of my cock between her cheeks, the way she waggles her head as she pushes my cock as deeply into her throat as she can... all in an incredible tropical paradise... my head rolls back and I can't prevent another groan:

"UUuurrrrrggghhh!!"

I feel Susan release the suction pressure on my cock. I pull my head forward to see Susan's head coming up out of the water. She exhales sharply and looks up into my eyes. Hers are dancing with excitement.

"Do you like this?" Susan says through panting breath. Then: "I like this!!" And Susan takes another deep breath and dives her head back into the water.

A second later Susan's mouth is back around my cock. Warm. Slick. Sucking. Waggling. My cock is stiffer now and her tongue is contributing to the sensations my cock is feeling.

I've never had a blowjob when my partner has been underwater. And it's more than just a little fucking bit astonishing.

"Mmmmmmmmm..." I loudly moan into the ceiling of the cove. My hands are roaming around over Susan's back. I stop myself from putting them on her head because it is, indeed, underwater.

Again I feel the release of suction on my penis, and Susan's head springs out of the water a second time. Her exhale is sharper and her pants seem more intense. But she's also laughing and her eyes are bright. She's enjoying this as much as I am.

Susan reaches up and kisses me. Hard. And then she dives back into the water for another round of underwater suction. I catch myself wondering what it might feel like if Susan had scuba gear so she could breathe and stay underwater. And I feel a tingle begin deep inside my groin, until Susan releases her suction one more time and pulls her head out of the water to breathe.

This time, Susan continues to rise up out of the water. She then puts one knee, and then the other, on each side of my thighs. Her arms go around my neck and she envelopes me in another sensational kiss, softer this time. She pushes her naked body hard into mine.

And then Susan begins to giggle into the kiss. It's like she's delighted with the spontaneity of her idea, and that she pulled it off. I begin to giggle as well.

The kiss breaks and Susan and I retrieve our drinks from the rocks. She looks softly into my eyes, still getting her breath back to normal.

Wordlessly, Susan is grinding her pussy into my pelvis. My now-erect cock is sandwiched between the two of us.

Susan sips her cocktail, and swallows. "Are you ready for another of my crazy questions?" Susan asks me quietly as she stares into my eyes.

I don't give her a verbal answer. My cocked eyebrow says it all.

Then Susan delivers a shocker:

"Phil," Susan whispers, "if Ellie wanted to have sex with you, would you do it?"

She couldn't have surprised me more if she had suddenly slapped me in the face.

I struggle to get words out that make sense.

"If... What??... Are you... How do you... I... I can't understand..."

Susan cuts me off with a delightful laugh from deep in her chest, followed by a quick kiss.

"Would you do it?" Susan repeats.

"Would you fuck Ellie?"

I take a sip of my drink, long enough to allow me to climb out of my flummox to at least make something of a sentence: "What makes you think she would want to..."

Susan interrupts me: "Phil, she wants to!! Didn't you hear what she said? Can't you see it?? Every time she even touches you, her nipples get hard!!

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed!" Susan sips her drink, then continues: "I think it's kinda cute... and kinda hot."

Truth is, I've been sneaking looks at Ellie's incredible body -- including her nipples -- ever since she stripped out of her shorts and polo. She must have the swimsuit on under her "Coco Cay clothes" on the regular.

I answer Susan's question with one of my own, because it's important for me to understand something.

"How would you feel about that?" I ask my gorgeous four-day lover as she sits perched with her groin pressed against mine.

Susan swallows the sip she's taken and answers softly... lovingly: "I might be interested," she nearly whispers, "in seeing what the two of us -- you and me -- look like when we fuck.

"When your cock is inside me, it feels so fucking good... those things you do.

"I want to know what that looks like. What are you doing to me that feels so fucking good?"

Susan is toying with both me and her cocktail at the same time.

This is an insane idea Susan proposes, springing out of the blue. I swallow another gulp and look for an off-ramp.

"What about you and me fucking in front of a mirror?" I ask quietly.

Susan answers with a bit of micro-aggression: "Phil," she begins, "if you haven't noticed, the feelings you generate in me when your cock is inside me... when those feelings hit me... I tend to close my eyes.

"No, the best way for me is to watch you fuck someone else."

There's another off-ramp, just ahead: "Okay," I offer, "another way is to go back to the ship and set up our phones and record it. That would be a little more private, anyway. Just us... ya know??"

Taking another swallow, Susan has a road block for that exit as well: "Yes," she says quietly, looking deep into my eyes, "until I lose my phone or you lose yours or somebody hacks into our cloud storage and puts it out on the internet, where it will live... forever.

"No. I want to see it with my own eyes... as it happens."

I try one more off-ramp like a trucker who's lost his brakes coming out of the mountains.

"So," I say with quiet exasperation, "I'm supposed to just saunter over to Ellie and say 'Hey, Girl... let's fuck??'"

Susan sets her drink on the rocks and looks softly into my eyes. Then she kisses me softly. Richly.

The kiss breaks and Susan whispers: "You're better with your words than that, mister." Then she unwraps her arms from my neck and stands up off of my lap.

With one hand Susan pulls me up from my seated position. It becomes clear we're exiting the waterfall cove.

"Look," Susan says as we step onto the sand and into the sun, "why don't you go for a swim or a snorkel and think about it.

"You can tell me what you decide after you get back."

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I put my swimsuit back on and slip back into my T-shirt. Ellie slips her crocheted swim cover back on and goes to Ellie's station by the Kei truck. She comes back with a snorkel and swim mask. She hands the equipment to me and kisses me softly.

"Be careful," Susan coos. I glance Ellie's direction and she waves the same cute little wave she gave me before.

The water in the ocean is decidedly cooler than the water in the waterfall cove. It takes a brief minute to get the snorkel and mask arranged. By the time I'm done my body has acclimated to the cooler water of the Caribbean.

One travel activity that Amanda and I enjoyed, as did our daughters, was snorkeling. Even though it's been over three years since I last snorkeled, it doesn't take more than a minute for my comfort level to return.

And today the ocean doesn't disappoint; the surf is amazingly calm and the clarity of the water is like snorkeling in a giant bathtub. And, on this side of the island there is a plethora of marine life to view in its natural habitat.

Also, as Susan suggested, the solo sojourn of mine through the water gives me a chance to clear my head and actually ponder what Susan is suggesting... that I make love to Ellie and allow Susan to observe.

It's such a crazy concept initially. I know that married couples sometimes struggle with a decision over this idea for months... years. Susan and I were strangers until four days ago.

But as I continue to glide through the water a few thoughts occur to me:

1) As much as I enjoy Susan's company and would love to continue a relationship with her, we truly don't have a relationship right now. We're essentially Fuck Buddies on the Oasis of The Seas.

2) Susan and I have both expressed a willingness to experience a more robust sexual relationship at this point in our lives, maybe even to make up for our more staid sexual patterns during our first marriages.

3) This location -- and Ellie's role in it -- essentially lowers or even eliminates the risks associated with fucking a woman other than Susan. There are no secrets; there is no subterfuge. Nothing is clandestine. Everything is out in the open.

4) And then there's Ellie... a drop-dead gorgeous, young blonde Australian hottie with an amazing body. Things could only be better if Ellie was naked... and I was fucking her.

In my business, I've always prided myself on my ability to analyze factors and come to solid choices for my clients. When it comes to certain personal decisions I am certainly not a man who lets his dick do his thinking for him.

These thoughts, though, have certainly given my dick the opportunity to make its opinion crystal clear. I am growing more and more erect beneath my swimsuit.

I turn around and head back along the reef, back to Joosin' Cove.

I step out of the blue Caribbean water. The beach bed curtains on the beachfront side are drawn and are rippling slightly in the breeze. There's no sign of either Susan or Ellie.

I walk around to the open end of the platform -- the end that's facing the waterfall -- and I'm greeted by the vision of two women... nearly naked... writhing on the surface of the beach bed.

Susan is laying on her back on the tufted mattress, still wearing her swimsuit cover. Ellie is crouched, facing me, with one leg on either side of Susan's head.

Ellie's skin-tight swimsuit must have snaps or Velcro or something at the crotch because the bottom of the suit is not stretched over her snatch and her ass as before. Rather, now, it's gathered up slightly at about Ellie's stomach.

Ellie is upright on her knees. Her eyes are closed and she is moaning softly as she rocks slightly forward and back. Her right hand is moving all around her body; neck, boobs, her other arm. Her left hand is softly holding the back of Susan's head.

Because Susan is happily licking and slathering Ellie's naked pussy with her mouth, her lips, and her tongue, while Ellie sits on Susan's face.

So... this is how Susan is going to do this. This is how Susan is going to get her wish.

This is how Susan is going to arrange for me to fuck Ellie... so that she -- Susan -- can watch.

Susan is having full-on hedonistic sex with our super-hot Australian hostess. At first glance, both of them seem to be enjoying it... immensely!!

So now... how can I NOT have sex with Ellie as well??

Very clever of Susan. And at least it solves the problem of me bringing up the topic out of thin air with this drop-dead gorgeous Australian hottie.

Not surprisingly, my cock signals its approval.

Ellie's eyes open to see me standing near the end of the bed, with my mouth agape. There is no surprise or shock in Ellie's countenance. It's almost like this happens on the regg, to use Ellie's term, in these parts. And, maybe it does.

Ellie has something of a swirly gaze in her pretty blue eyes because her pussy is getting eaten out by my Susan. At least until her eyes close and her head lolls a little as Susan roils her tongue against Ellie's vulva. Then Ellie opens her eyes again.

Ellie softly stretches her hands out forward, toward me. Beckoning me.

While snorkeling, I had already lost any resolve I had that Susan's idea was ridiculous. Impossible. It would never happen.

"Okay, Susan," I said to her in my mind. "You want me to fuck Ellie??... Okay, I'll fuck Ellie."

And now, Ellie is showing that she wants me.

My mind breaks that down. Now... Ellie... the incredible Australian hottie... wants me.

Ellie. Wants. Me!!

I strip off my T-shirt and my swim trunks. My cock is at full attention.

I step forward, almost zombie-like, toward the end of the bed where Ellie is crouching over Susan's head. Ellie's arms open to allow my head and neck to move between them, then they close around the back of my neck to draw me in.

My hands subsequently come up to grasp Ellie's waist just above her hips. My head and body are still moving toward Ellie.

There's no pause. There's no delay. Ellie softly opens her mouth and tilts her head to the perfect angle for our kiss. Our first kiss.

And, right before our lips connect, Ellie's sexy little tongue slinks ever-so-slightly between her lips to meet mine.

And, holy shit!! What a kiss!!!

It's actually a quick series of several kisses, each one hotter than the last. With each transition from one kiss to another, Ellie alternates the position of her head against mine. She also alternates her actions; we tongue-wrestle on one, she runs her teeth softly across my lower lip on the next, she moans sexily into my mouth on the next.

I'm reminded of the first day I met Ellie, when she was at her kiosk on embarkation day. That day, then, I suddenly -- and surprisingly -- found myself thinking that it would be pretty good fun if I could spend some time with Ellie on her day off.

My cock tingled then. It leaps now, at the realization that I am probably going to fuck this gorgeous woman before this day is out.

These thoughts have taken seconds. The last kiss breaks. Ellie looks into my eyes and delivers a sultry purr:

"Phil, why am I the only one who isn't naked?"

Ellie continues to grind her cunt into Susan's mouth. I glance down and make eye contact with Susan. She actually winks at me while she's munching on Ellie's twat. My cock leaps again.

I return my gaze to Ellie. Looking directly into my eyes she sexily stretches her arms upward above her head. It's my signal to pull her swimsuit up and off her body.

Once I toss Ellie's swimsuit aside, she reengages in another spectacular kiss. During this kiss, Ellie flexes her thighs and pushes her snatch up and away from Susan. Ellie then grabs my cock in her right hand and directs it to Susan's lips.

"Mmmfffff!!" Susan reacts as Ellie pushes my erect cock into Susan's mouth. With only a split-second of recognition, Susan shifts her head and shoulders to the edge of the bed and begins to pretty effectively throat fuck my cock. Susan's tongue is roiling over every part of my dick inside her mouth.

"Aaaaahhhh!! Godddd!!!" I cry into the banana trees above me.

Then, with sudden intensity, Ellie leans forward and takes me into another sensational Australian-hottie kiss. Ellie's tongue is everywhere inside my mouth, while Susan's tongue is everywhere on my cock. It's astonishing. Their movements aren't coordinated... if they were, I'd probably be dead now.

But it's the most amazing sexual experience I have ever, well... experienced.

I can't let it last any longer.

"Mmmmmffff... fuck... wait..." I mumble into Ellie's mouth as I simultaneously rotate my hips backward to extract my cock from Susan's mouth.

There's an awkward second or two where the three of us, disengaged from each other, try to figure out what happens next. Ellie moves from her suspended position over Susan and ends up, still on her knees, on Susan's left side.

Susan breaks the tension.

"Phil," Susan says somewhat brightly, "Ellie gives the BEST massage!!"

And it's what we need. All of us break into laughter. I move onto the bed to Susan's right. I end up on my knees. Ellie stays in her knee-crouch to Susan's left. One of Ellie's hands traces gently over Susan's thigh, up to her stomach, over her swim cover-up, tracing under her left breast.

I look over to Ellie.

"So," I ask quietly, "... Susan told you about her idea?"

Ellie replies with a soft nod of her head:

"Mm-hmmm." Her eyes are burning into mine.

"I reeaalllly like her idea."

I'm tingling with the sexual lightning flying around this beach bed. But I'm still kind of the novice in this sort of thing.

"So," I begin, "... how should we start?"

Ellie knows what to do.

"Well," she whispers, looking straight into my eyes, "I know that I'll really like having your cock inside me.

"But Susan told me about... something else... that you do really well.

"Maybe you could show me that... before we show Susan... the other?"

Ellie is talking about cunnilingus. She wants me to eat her pussy before I fuck her pussy.

I look to Susan. Here eyes are on fire. She smiles a wicked smile at me, then looks to Ellie as she sits up from her position in the center of the beach bed.

"You need to be here, then," Susan says quietly. And Susan sits up from her central position between Ellie and me. When the space is clear, Ellie pivots and takes Susan's place. She's laying on her back with her legs crooked slightly at the knee, and together slightly to one side.

While Susan and Ellie are rearranging themselves, I move off the beach bed and move around and up the side, to Ellie's right.

This is actually my first full glimpse at Ellie's naked form, and it's as stunning as I expected it to be.

Ellie's boobs are smaller than Susan's. She's probably a thirty-two or thirty-three in volume, but she is definitely a "C" cup. Her breasts are full and rich and rest perfectly on her chest.

The full, ripe, young, pulsing boob flesh is accented by a delightfully rich tan line that curves across the upper bow of each breast. That line barely misses the nipple on both sides, evidence of the perfect fit of her swimwear that allows for that remarkable cleavage.

Ellie's nipples are unique, at least to me. And they're gorgeous. Her areolae are a petite diameter and a darker pink -- almost almond -- than either Susan's or my late wife's Amanda's. They contrast amazingly with Ellie's soft pale skin and blonde hair... maybe that's something in her Australian heritage.

Her nipples are firm and taut... maybe always extended, although it seems that they're even more erect now than they have been poking through the fabric of her swimsuit. (Because, yes... I noticed.)

Ellie's stomach is smooth and flat. There's a tiny piercing at her navel with a ring and a little red heart attached. She has a tiny patch of very closely-trimmed deep brown hair just above her mound. I can't see beyond that because Ellie has her legs together.

Her thighs are tight and muscular, as are her calves leading to dainty feet with painted nails.

I'm standing at the side of the beach bed, just about at Ellie's shoulders. Susan has stepped off of the platform and has taken a position on the back-right corner. She's sort of wrapped her arms around the upright post supporting the canopy above.

I take two steps to Susan and give her a soft, gentle kiss. The kiss breaks and Susan gazes into my eyes for a few seconds, her left hand stroking my cheek. There's an unfamiliar flavor on Susan's lips and I realize it must be the taste of Ellie's pussy from Susan's cunnilingus a minute ago.

I break away from Susan and decide to take a top-down approach to eating out Ellie.

I crawl onto the bed from Ellie's left and move up her left side. Ellie is watching my approach and is giggling a little.

When my head is over hers, I pause just a second or two to look into Ellie's pretty blue eyes. They're twinkling into mine in a delightful way. And then they close as I lower my lips to kiss hers.

It's a soft, connecting kiss. It's a preamble. Ellie's tongue softly snakes across to meet mine, but it's a less passionate kiss than our first ones. Ellie softly grazes across my cock with her left hand.

I break the kiss and move to Ellie's right jaw, then her neck, then her clavicle. I move down and over her right breast, pausing to lick and suckle her right nipple before moving to the left one and repeating the stimulation. But then I keep moving.

Sliding my lips across Ellie's stomach I'm now centered along her midline. My right hand is in the lead, sliding down Ellie's legs until I reach her knees. I gently pull Ellie's right knee outwards and she willingly complies.

And I keep moving my head to the south.

As I cross across Ellie's smooth mound and approach her trimmed patch, she actually spreads her legs and lifts her hips a little to give me better access.

The girl is ready.

Ellie wants me to eat her pussy. Susan wants me to fuck Ellie's pussy. I'm going to spend more time with the latter than the former, so I abbreviate my normal patterns.

But I want to take in Ellie's vulva and pussy first. And, y'all... it's really fine.

Susan did a good job of ramping up Ellie's arousal while I was off snorkeling. Ellie's outer lips remain pink and puffy, and her inner lips are moist and separated one from the other.

Ellie's slit might be a little shorter than Susan's, probably about the same width. Her inner lips terminate at a nice nubbly mound that shields her clitoris.

The aroma of Ellie's pussy is like a straight shot of bourbon to an alcoholic. Again, Susan did the heavy lifting, arousal-wise, and the rich, musky tang of Ellie's snatch is its own form of sexual lightning.

I take advantage of Ellie's up-tilted hips and wrap my arms around her athletic thighs. And then I smother her entire vulva with my mouth.

"OOOohhhhhhhh," Ellie moans quietly. One of her hands softly lands on the back of my head.

Readers, if you're familiar with this series of stories you've already read how much I love performing oral sex on a female partner.

In Part One I describe in detail how I brought Susan to a screaming orgasm with my oral proclivities. My actions now with Ellie are going to be much of the same so I won't detail them here. Ellie's reactions to them, though are worth noting.

I run my tongue up the length of Ellie's slit.

"Urrrrmmmmmm," she moans. She raises her head to look first at me, then at Susan. Then her head plops back to the surface of the bed.

I waggle my tongue side to side.

Ellie's hips lurch forward and she cries out softly,

"Oh!! Shit!! Phil... Mmmmmmmm....."

I harden the end of my tongue and move back up Ellie's slit again, this time pushing between her inner lips. At her clit, I kiss and suck until I feel the button stiffen beneath my lips. Ellie's hips are beginning to gyrate against the mattress. I think I can imagine her head pivoting on the bed.

"Ohhh... that feels..." Ellie moans softly, "Mmmmm... yessssss...."

There's a pronounced increase in the moisture coming from Ellie's cunt. It's warm. It's musky. It's fragrant. The girl is turned on. And so am I.

Now I'm moving up, down, and across Ellie's pussy, licking and sucking up her oozing juices. It's a new sensation and Ellie reacts accordingly.

"Ohhhh... fook..." she moans, now a little louder. "Mmmmmm.... you're... ohhhh... right... shiiiitttt..."

Ellie now has both hands on my head. Her pelvis is grinding into my mouth as I slather her slit with my lips and tongue. Sucking... licking... sucking again.

"Mmmmm... jeezus.... ohh... don't... right..."

Ellie's legs are starting to pivot at the hips. Another sign that -- at the very least -- she's enjoying what I'm doing for her.

Susan and I have been Fuck Buddies on the ship since Sunday. I've learned some of Susan's orgasmic patterns, and Susan has learned some of mine.

Obviously, that familiarity doesn't exist with Ellie. I have no idea where she currently is on her orgasmic path -- or even if she's on one... although I think she may be.

I decide to change tactics to find out. Now, I'm not subtle. I'm not exploring. I'm not careful. Ellie's clit is my objective. Here comes the calvary.

My lips cover the top of Ellie's love hole. My tongue locates and begins to slather her clit, still shielded -- just barely -- by the hood.

"Ohhhh, god..." Ellie whispers hoarsely. "Ohhhh... fook... Oh... yes..."

I have to breathe through all of this. So I establish a pattern: Twiddle with my tongue, slowly and softly, with my mouth open. Ellie has simultaneous stimulation of wetness moving across her clit, and hot breath bathing her entire pussy.

That action lasts until I hear a change in Ellie's breathing, and vocalizations.

"Mmmmffff," she moans. "That's... that's... MmmmmOhhhhhh..."

The twiddle stops and I kiss and suck against Ellie's whole pussy, savoring the increasing flow of her juices.

Now the same action continues. Only faster... more intense. More pressure against her clit with my tongue.

Ellie is trying to move her legs around to escape the assault. I grip against them, increasing the feeling that's she's a captive to my mouth against her cunt. Because she is.

"Shit... Ohhhh... Fook..." Ellie cries. Her voice is getting louder. "You're... ohhhh... right... yesss... right... right..."

Ellie is beginning to pump her pelvis hard into my mouth. I take a chance that it's a sign I'm looking for. I glance up at Susan. She smiles at me while she twiddles her left nipple with the fingers of her left hand.

Redirecting my attention to Ellie, I put my middle two fingers in my mouth and coat them in the saliva -- and her pussy juice -- that's there. Then I re-engage my mouth with Ellie's cunt and the twiddling begins.

At the same time, those two fingers snake between Ellie's love lips and move into her love tunnel.

"Ohhhhh... Mmmmmm..." Ellie moans. "Yessss... oh... don't stuh..."

The fingers locate the nubbly flesh inside Ellie's love hole. And I begin to rhythmically press against that flesh as my tongue continues to flicker across her clit.

It's like Ellie gets struck by lightning.

"OHHHHH!!... OHHHH!!...." she cries. "JEEZ... OHHHH!!!"

And her body begins to grind against me in its own rhythm. And it's a different rhythm than what I'm doing with my fingers and my mouth.

Ellie's orgasm is beginning to bloom inside her.

"Ohhhh... yesss..." Ellie cries. The pitch of her voice is beginning to raise.

"That's... yess... right... that's... perf... yess.."

And I begin to feel a rapid quiver against my mouth. Against my fingers.

Ellie is starting to succumb to the raw power building in her body. Her breathing is racing. Her hands are flying all over. My head. The bed. Her body. Back my head.

"YES... OHHHH!!" Ellie cries. Her hips are beginning to buck against me.

Her voice suddenly elevates to a much higher pitch. It's how this little Australian hottie cums.

"Eee... MMfff... FFmmmeeee!!!!" Ellie squeals.

"Oh I'm... you're making... I'm gonna...

"UURrrrrhhhhmmmm!!!!"

I hear Susan's voice: "Oh, Phil... Jesus..."

And Ellie's orgasm hits her... hard.

Ellie's hips are bucking so hard I can barely hold on. Her stomach is pulsing. Her pelvis is gyrating. I'm sure her head and hair are flailing about.

"URNNHHH... OHHH..." Ellie's high-pitched voice erupts.

"URRRNNNHHH... YESSSSS..."

Anyone within earshot of Joosin' Cove knows what's going on.

Ellie's orgasm is waning, and she's beginning to realize where I am relative to her on the bed.

"Mmmmfff... Mmmmfff.. "Mmmmfff..." she moans as she works to catch her breath.

I'm catching my breath myself. I'm softly kissing Ellie's mound and the inside of her thighs.

"Phil," I hear Ellie whisper, "come here. Move here."

Ellie is directing me to lay lengthwise on the bed, at about the center. I do as she directs. It seems I'm a little lower on the bed than I'd normally be; my feet are almost at the end of the platform.

Then Ellie shifts to take a different position on the bed.

On the way, Ellie glances at Susan, who has now removed her swim cover-up. Ellie smiles at Susan and reaches her left hand toward her. Susan smiles as well and extends her left hand. The two women connect skin-to-skin as their arms drag against the other's as Ellie continues to move to her new position.

That new position is to straddle my groin on the bed. Ellie's legs are bent at the knees. Her knees are just about even with my hips.

Ellie leans down to kiss me. To taste herself on my mouth and on my tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmm" she moans into my mouth as her tongue softly snakes over mine.

The kiss breaks and a second one begins immediately.

"Mmmmffff... Mmmmffff... Jesus...." Ellie moans through the second kiss.

Ellie is now poised to fuck me. And she soon breaks the second kiss, if only to get on with the fucking.

Ellie raises up on her knees, flinging her long blonde hair over her head in the process.

She moistens the fingers of her right hand with her tongue. Then Ellie grasps my cock and directs it to the entrance of her love hole.

Ellie rocks forward on her knees slightly, then rolls back so her torso is nearly vertical to the bed. And my cock slides smoothly, softly, deeply inside the love hole of this incredibly beautiful Australian creature, Ellie.

Readers, I have no idea how many other cocks have been inside this woman's pussy.

I don't know how old she is. I don't know when she started working Joosin' Cove for the cruise line. I don't know how many men -- or women -- she fucks in a given week.

I don't know, and I don't care.

She's here.... right now... and she's fucking me, so that my *real* Fuck Buddy, Susan, can observe what it might look like when she and I fuck each other..

Whatever Ellie's level of experience, she's doing an exceptional job of making me feel like she's enjoying her work.

And like *MY* cock is the only cock she cares about.

My cock slips inside her love tunnel, and Ellie releases a long, languorous combination of a sigh and a groan.

"MMMmmmmmmm-AAaaaaahhhh-OHHHhhhhhhhhh," Ellie exclaims.

It's clear that Ellie is enjoying this. Maybe she lives for this.

Ellie looks down at me, smiles, and laughs through her nose just a little. Like she's silently saying, "Okay... let's have some fun, Phil."

Ellie puts her hands at the center of my chest for leverage. I put my hands on her hips to steady her.

And Ellie begins to pivot her hips forward and back, slowly. And my cock moves in and out of her luscious pussy as she does so.

Jesus, her pussy feels fantastic!

Hot, tight, slick, dripping, gripping... all the words that are used a zillion times to describe coitus from the male point of view.

Now Ellie moves her hands behind her, resting her upper body weight on my thighs. And she starts to roil her hips against my loins. It puts a whole other angle on her pussy... and my cock inside it.

I've read that the most sensitive part of the female vagina is in the first few inches. Ellie's motions are grinding my cock, which is somewhat stationary, against those few inches. Her vocalizations tell me she's enjoying the sensations.

"MMMMMmmmm, Phil," Ellie purrs. "Your cock feels sooooo good inside me...."

In this position, with this motion, Ellie is supporting herself. So I move my hands to her breasts and squeeze and fondle them. Then I roll her erect nipples softly between my fingers.

"Aaaaahhhh-HAAA!" Ellie giggle-moans at the increased sensation that runs through her body. Then:

"Mmmmmmm.... fuck... oh, shit... that feels so..."

Ellie shifts back to her pistoning position. Jesus, this woman knows how to fuck! And she's fucking the shit out of me!!

I raise my arms over my head and close my eyes, just to enjoy Ellie's riding of my cock. I feel Susan's hand softly stroking my left arm from pit to palm.

At that moment, Ellie stops pistoning up and down.

Ellie leans forward, pressing her boobs into my chest. And she kisses me... deeply. Her tongue wrestles with mine. I'm thinking it's a re-start of some additional fucking, or maybe a shift to another position. I begin to push my pelvis into Ellie's somewhat stationary crotch.

But Ellie has another idea in mind.

The kiss breaks and Ellie keeps her face pressed up against mine. Her eyes are open and searing into mine.

"Phil," Ellie whispers, "I absolutely love rooting you." (This answers my previous assumption that "root" is Australian slang for "fuck.")

Ellie continues: "But I know that Susan here is more interested in watching you cracking onto me, than me cracking onto you."

I glance at Susan for confirmation. There's a wild fire in her eyes. Her hair is askew. She's smiling a wicked, encouraging smile at me.

Ellie pushes herself up with her hands and shifts her hips so my cock slips out of her pussy.

"Here," Ellie continues, "trade places with me."

Ellie moves to her left and I move to my right. This brings me directly to Susan. I pause and give Susan a soft but lingering kiss, which she returns with enough enthusiasm to know that she's totally into this activity.

That kiss breaks, and then Susan pulls me back into her mouth with a deepening passion. This kiss from Susan is fire. One hand strokes my slippery and erect cock. Susan is sending me a message. And I suddenly have the realization that I don't have just one lover to satisfy on this beach bed in paradise.

I have two.

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The first morning that Susan and I were together, after we'd had a fantastic fuck the night before, I felt a strange twinge within me to dominate Susan sexually. To fucking control her. To know what exactly I wanted from her, and to just... fucking... take it. We had talked about it a little at dinner, then we teased each other more fully at the Jazz Club.

It has always been -- and was that morning -- an awkward sexual attitude on my part. After all, I'm the mild-mannered Accountant from South Carolina; not a jump-in-the-phonebooth sexual Superman.

But it happened that morning. And our sex was fantastic.

And it's happening again here... now... on steroids.

While Susan and I kiss, Ellie shifts from a cowgirl position to one more akin to man-on-top missionary. She's laying on the upper half of the bed, her long, straight blonde hair splayed out again on the pillow. But once I break from Susan's kiss and look back at Ellie, I realize that's not where I want her.

I break away from Susan and knee-walk to the lower end of the bed. My feet are just about at the edge of the tufted mattress.

Ellie is watching me over her luscious body. Once I get my balance, I each of grab Ellie's ankles in my hands and yank her, forcefully, down to about the middle of the bed.

"Ooooppp!!" Ellie responds with a little giggle.

Still holding Ellie's ankles, I get myself positioned for what's next. My right knee is cocked on the surface of the mattress; my left leg is actually extended so my foot is resting in the sand. I spread Ellie's legs and lean forward and kiss her softly... but fully.

The kiss breaks and Ellie looks into my eyes.

"Fuck me, Phil," she whispers.

In the seconds this has taken, Susan has moved down to a position on the bed right around Ellie's shoulders. Susan is perched on the side of the bed, facing me.

I pull away from Ellie and slide my hands and arms down her calves to her thighs. I push her legs apart with a little more force than is necessary. Ellie is an athletic girl and her legs are spread open nearly as far as they can go. Her ripe and glistening pussy is a rich target.

I release my right arm from Ellie's left leg to grasp the shaft of my raging meat pole and aim it for Ellie's opening. Ellie drops her left arm to hold her leg outstretched. I pivot my hips forward and my cock slides inside her.

"UUrrrrmmmmmmm," Ellie moans as my cock re-enters her ripe and rippling love hole.

Moving my arm back to its previous position, my eyes close at the fantastic feeling of being back inside Ellie's snatch. It seems that I'm deeper inside her than I was when she was on top of me a minute ago. I pull back to bring my cock just inside her entrance, and slide back into Ellie slowly, this time going even deeper than before.

"Ohhhhh, god....." Ellie moans quietly.

And now I'm positioned with the leverage to fuck Ellie like Susan wants me to. I open my eyes to see Susan looking directly at me, with fire in her eyes. I glance at Ellie and see the same.

And the feeling of power rises up in me.

I begin to piston firmly into Ellie's pussy. In one or two strokes I'm deeper inside her than I've been yet today. I'm not-so gradually increasing the pace of my thrusts, while at the same time increasing the force of my legs pushing me inside her.

Susan wants to watch me fuck Ellie. Ellie wants to be fucked. Now they're both getting what they want.

Ellie reacts by rolling her head back onto the bed. Her arms go over her head and her back arches at the pounding her pussy is suddenly taking.

"Urrrrrr... yuh-yuh-yuh-yuh... YUH-YUH-YUH!!!" Ellie cries in rhythm with the thrusting of my cock in and out of her love hole.

Ellie's hands fly forward to grip my forearms, almost in a manner to link us together more fully as I continue to slam into her sopping snatch.

"Ohhhh yes!!... URrrrrr fook!!" Ellie cries.

"URhmmmmm... URhmmmm... URhmmmmm..." I answer with moans of my own, also in rhythm with my pounding thrusts into Ellie.

I realize I need to slow down. To change direction. Ellie deserves more. Susan deserves more.

I push my cock deep into Ellie and hold it there. I release the tension on her legs and lean forward over her body for a inter-coital kiss. Ellie's eyes droop open and she meets my mouth in a soft, slippery kiss.

"Mmmmmmmm," Ellie moans longingly. I can feel her kegeling her cunt muscles on my cock.

Susan has taken a different position on the bed while I've been pounding Ellie's pussy. Still sitting sort of side-saddle on the mattress, Susan is now laying softly to Ellie's left side. This puts her face in close proximity to mine as I kiss Ellie. I break my kiss with Ellie and turn my face toward Susan.

Stretching forward, I give Susan the same soft, slippery kiss, which she returns. Ellie's eyes open to watch Susan and I kiss. Maintaining contact with Susan's lips, I pull my face back the inch or two toward Ellie, and without much effort and with zero hesitation, three pair of lips are engaging in the same soft, slippery kiss.

A chorus of soft moans come from all three of us.

This is definitely a new experience for me and I'm the guilty party in starting the soft giggle-fest that ensues.

"I'm the fucking luckiest guy in the world!" I mumble through the tangle of lips and the giggles from the two beautiful women in bed with me.

I part my lips away from the other two, but they stay linked together.

Ellie turns her face more fully toward Susan and Susan shifts her body around to be more side-to-side with Ellie. And for a few fabulous seconds, I get to observe a fantastic girl-on-girl make-out session.

Now I know why Susan wanted to do this. Now I know why she wanted to watch me, while I was fucking Ellie.

Susan wanted to get a visual representation of what she looked like when I was fucking her.

And now I can see what it looks like, when Susan is kissing me. What Susan does, that I can really only feel. And when Susan does those amazing things with her mouth, with her tongue... what does that look like?

Now I can see it.

What I'm also observing is Ellie, and her reception of Susan's kisses. And what she's delivering in the kisses that she gives to Susan. There's a pronounced passion in Ellie's demeanor with Susan.

Real, woman-to-woman stuff. The stuff that we men sometimes struggle to understand.

The sexual heat is continuing to rise. And my still-erect cock is still inside Ellie's pussy.

The women continue to softly slather each other with kisses. I resume my semi-standing position.

Ellie's legs have relaxed down to the surface of the bed. I reach down and grasp Ellie's left ankle with my right hand. I gently pivot her left leg over the top of her right one. It's the same position I used when I fucked Susan on her stateroom couch the first morning we were together.

It's almost a rear-entry position and it tightens Ellie's pussy against my cock. Susan later called it "The Filler."

"MMmmmmmm," Ellie moans softly into Susan's mouth at my movement of her leg. Susan's eyes open to see what I'm doing. She smiles into Ellie's kiss.

"Oh, honey," Susan mumbles into Ellie's mouth, "you're gonna love this."

Before, my instinct was to fuck Ellie with a forceful passion. Now, I'm led to be softer with this incredible Australian goddess.

While Susan and Ellie continue to make out, I begin to softly and slowly slide my cock in and out of Ellie's still-dripping snatch.

"Urrrrmmmmm," Ellie moans into Susan's mouth as my repositioned cock begins to stimulate nerve endings in a different part of her love tunnel.

Ellie breaks Susan's kiss and her head pivots to the right. Her eyes droop open to look at me. Then they droop closed again.

"OHhhhhhh... fook..." Ellie whispers.

Susan's mouth moves to Ellie's neck, then her chest, then her left boob, slathering her little Aussie with soft kisses above while I'm slowly pumping my cock into her twat below.

Ellie responds with deeper moans. Her left arm drifts around to make contact with Susan's head, her shoulders, her back.

I continue to press into Ellie's snatch, when she opens her eyes and looks into Susan's.

"Susan," Ellie whispers. "I... sit on muh... I want... to... taste you."

Sexual lightning runs through both Susan and me.

Susan glances at me for just a second, then gets up from laying beside Ellie. I pause my pistoning while Susan moves to the top of the bed, just above and behind Ellie's head.

There's a bit of repositioning for all of us. Ellie skootches further down on the bed so her knees are bent over the end. In that process my cock slips out of Ellie's snatch. Susan also moves an equal distance to match up with Ellie's new position. Then Susan carefully inches forward, her thighs on each side of Ellie's ears, until Susan's vulva is perched above Ellies mouth, lips, and tongue.

Ellie lifts her head as much as she can and her eyes find me at the end of the bed. Her right hand reaches toward me, trying to grasp my cock. She spreads her legs.

"Phil," Ellie beckons in a whisper.

I know what Ellie wants, and I bring the head of my cock back to her snatch. Ellie feels my cock make contact with her pussy lips, and she raises her legs into a woman's typical missionary position.

Ellie pulls the trigger on this scene of our little Caribbean sex show.

Ellie's hands move to Susan's hips and Ellie coaxes Susan to relax her legs enough for her tongue to slowly slicker across Susan's whole vulva.

"SSSSSssssssss!!" Susan reacts. Her head tips upward and her eyes close. After a long inhale, Susan moans deeply.

Encouraged, Ellie pulls Susan's hips a little lower. Now Susan's pussy is nearly resting against Ellie's lips and she softly, deeply kisses Susan's vulva, slickering and sucking her outer and inner lips between hers.

"Mmmmmmmm.... Ohhhhhhhh," Susan moans in response.

Susan lowers her head and opens her eyes, looking into mine. There's an expression of lust... of want... of... something, that I've never seen in my lover before. Then Ellie runs her tongue in another pass across Susan's twat, and Susan closes her eyes again with a long moan.

I truly can't believe what I'm seeing and feeling. The sexual energy is hanging like a fog over this whole beach bed. And I suddenly come to the realization that I have a part to play in this little Aussie's *ménage à trois.*

I push my hips forward and my cock slides into Ellie's awaiting love hole.

Ellie reacts immediately with a long sharp inhale through her nose, matched by a deep long moan into Susan's pussy. Ellie also tightens her grip on Susan's hips and begins to waggle her head a little to squelch her mouth more fully into Susan's slit.

"UUrrrrrmmmm," Susan moans. Ellie is apparently good at eating pussy. Susan drops her head and takes a deep breath, before exhaling it sharply with a gasp as her head snaps upward again.

"Oh... fuck!!" Susan moans.

This is completely new to me. Having sex with two beautiful women at once has only happened in erotic stories, as far as I'm concerned. I've never really found anything in visual pornography that I found to be believable or real. Bad actors and actresses, unrealistic setup, unrealistic sex.

But this... THIS!!... this is real.

One of the three of us -- probably Ellie -- eventually establishes something of a rhythm in this activity. I'm pumping into Ellie's pussy, pausing every fifth or sixth in-stroke to grind against her clit. Ellie moans into Susan's pussy in response.

Susan originally had her hands resting on her own thighs. Perhaps in her own defense as Ellie is ravishing Susan's pussy with her lips and tongue, Susan moves her hands down to Ellie's boobs and squeezes and fondles the firm flesh, then tickles and twiddles her nipples. Ellie squeals in delight into Susan's pussy, then increases her intensity of kissing, sucking and lapping Susan's pussy lips.

Susan's eyes are open again, and she's staring into mine as I'm rhythmically pulsing into Ellie's incredible cunt. Her eyes tell me that this is what she wanted. And there's another message... something of maybe a lustful admiration for me... for us... that we are able to experience this together.

All three of us are moaning and panting as our respective partner continues to minister to our common lust in whatever method they've chosen.

Whatever. I suddenly realize that I'm not going to last much longer engaged with this little troika. I sense that Susan is beginning to feel the same way; there's a red flush that's beginning to bloom over her bouncing breasts as she rocks against Ellie's lips, mouth, and tongue.

I feel Ellie's legs link behind my back and pull me more firmly into her love hole, so maybe she's climbing her own hill to an orgasmic peak.

Ellie's action changes my balance just a little and I lean forward onto my arms to compensate, just as Susan leans forward on her knees for Ellie to slather another spot of her twat. And now Susan and I are nose-to-nose.

For a split second, we are suspended. Then Susan moves her head even further forward and her lips envelope mine. Her arms come up from Ellie's boobs and wrap around my neck. Susan and I are kissing as passionately as we ever have with Ellie writhes beneath us.

The kiss pushes Susan over her hill first. Susan's thighs, taut for all these minutes suspended over Ellie's head, begin to quiver.

"Oh!! Oh!!! Fuck!!!" Susan cries out into my shoulder as her orgasm begins to bloom.

That brings me to my threshold, and my cock begins to erupt as I fervently attempt to keep pumping into Ellie's slippery pussy.

"Urrrnnnggg!!!... Urrrnnnggg!!!... Urrrnnnggg!!!" I thunder into Susan's ear. My legs are shaking and my hips are vibrating into Ellie's twat.

Perhaps during Susan's kiss, Ellie's right hand has traversed down to the top of her pussy to rub quick, tight circles around her clit. And I feel her pussy begin to pulse with her own orgasm.

"Ohhhh... fook!!" Ellie cries into Susan's crotch. "Mmmmm.... christ!!!!... crikey!!" Ellie's stomach begins to pulse and quiver and her legs release from my back and drop to the surface of the bed.

Susan actually sort of collapses forward into me. There's a quick and giggly shuffle of arms, legs and torsos as the three of us settle into our own logical space on the mattress. Whether or not by design, I end up in the center with Susan to my left and Ellie to my right.

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We lay together quietly, eyes closed, each of us catching our breath and unwinding from the sex, and our orgasms. Ellie and I actually have our hands touching each other's, and she is softly wriggling her fingers against mine. Susan's left arm is draped across her boobs and her left hand is making small circles around my left nipple.

I don't think any of us actually drift into a nap, but Susan pulls me out of the relaxed state I'm in by moving her left hand away from my chest, and down the side of my rib cage. Then her fingers move to graze against my flacid cock.

I turn to look into her eyes, and Susan gives me a soft and loving kiss. Then she shifts her position, lifting her body enough to move south over my torso.

I feel a stirring from my right and I turn my head to see Ellie making the same shift with her body, also moving down to meet Susan at her destination.

The two women smile at each other as they are poised over my cock. Susan begins with soft kisses of my flaccid flesh. Then she pulls her head back to give Ellie room to make her approach.

Ellie ramps up the heat by putting a long, slathering lick along my cock from the bottom to the top.

My cock is beginning to swell with the attention. Susan grasps my shaft and runs her tongue up the side closest to her. Ellie starts at the top with a wet kiss against the crown and a slathering run of her tongue down the side closest to her.

It feels phenomenal. And I can't help but moan softly, "Mmmmmm... Girls...."

Susan and Ellie make another set of traverses randomly along the length of my dick. Then they both start at the bottom and meet at the top, where they engage each other in a long, wet, lingering kiss.

And it's just the hottest thing ever.

At this exact moment, an electronic "beep-beep... beep-beep... beep-beep..." comes from Ellie's side of the bed.

Ellie raises her left wrist to look at her watch. Then she summarily announces:

"Well, fook... It's time to get back to the ship, y'all.

"Every good thing 'as to end, as my granny used ter say."

Susan and I are already getting up and out of the bed, looking for our clothes to put back on.

"Ellie," Susan asks, "what can we do to help you?"

"Not a jack's whistle," Ellie replies cheerily as she pulls her polo over her head. "There's a whole crew a-comin' to get everythin' resorted.

"Just gather your things and I'll get us back to the Oasis."

I interject: "Ellie, wait. How can Susan and I possibly say 'Thank You'?"

Ellie stops and looks down and to the right at the sand.

She returns her gaze to Susan and me with a beautiful smile.

"How 'bout," Ellie begins,

"... the two o' you book another cruise... and come back here with me to do some Joosin'... again??"

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