Island Retreat

Accumulating over time like dust, hardly noticeable day to day, but now it was too much, something needed to be done.

After 6 years of marriage, I realize everything has become so ordinary, predictable, boring, I'd become unnoticed, I felt empty inside.

The back and forth between work and home, home and work, the endless conversations about every concern except our relationship.

Tired of the monotony I'd become accustomed too, I intended to change it.

Keith's always busy, and although I do still love him, I miss him, miss our intimacy, and feelings I can't even articulate has been missing for far too long.

I don't remember the last time I felt anything alive within me, I craved something exciting spontaneous, especially in the bedroom.

More importantly between my thighs.

And recently it's gotten to the point we've hardly spoken for two days, it felt strangely relieving, because we also hadn't argued, but I couldn't go on like this.

A couple hours of searching online for ideas to spice up our marriage and a 2-week 'couples only' retreat on a secluded private island and a singles cruise topped my list.

Those 2 options ranked well above the more common, lingerie, date nights and porn.

The retreat website boasted a 5-star resort, warm sea, white sand beaches, couples workshops, excursions, boats, quads, horses.

My first thought was this would be an opportunity to break away from our usual routine, it'd be like a second honeymoon and we'd return to our former hot and intimate relationship.

It sounded like the perfect way to forget about everyday worries and reconnect.

I imagined breaking free from reality for several days, allowing myself to enjoy the moment at a tropical island retreat and hopefully reconnect with Keith.

It promised to be a real adventure and if Keith refused to take the time off or found any excuse; I would choose option 2.

I'd go on a singles only Caribbean cruise, get effed daily and nightly; then decide if I wanted our marriage saved.

I filled out and emailed an application for the retreat.

The remainder of the day I schemed ways to approach Keith for a positive outcome to go on the retreat.

I decided to try the seductive approach; buy some new sexy, intimate apparel and hopefully garner his attention and possibly reignite some eroticism.

The next day I went to a high-end boutique and chose 3 sexy lingerie outfits, figuring I would have a small fashion show.

If he didn't get excited when I modeled them, I'd tell him I bought them for a single's cruise I was booking and request his opinion of which outfit might turn on another partner the most.

I set the intimate apparel on the counter and was digging out my wallet.

The cute crimson haired young gal took the see-through baby dolls off the hanger.

"Someone has a pleasant surprise planned."

With a seductive gaze, sparkling green eyes and lick of her lips.

"If your evening doesn't go as planned, give me a call."

She slid a business card into my bag.

"I love dancing with sexy women in lingerie."

She reached under the counter, and set a box tied with a red ribbon and bow on the counter.

"This is an outfit I put together, wear it for someone special, if your intended encounter doesn't fully satisfy you, bring it back to me."

My curiosity got the best of me, I immediately opened the gift box, when I got home.

The top was a sheer black vest with red ribbon lacing.

One could tie it tight, with two red hearts to tantalizingly hide nipples.

Tie it teasingly loose or do not lace it up at all.

I'd never seen panties like them before, they were black, sheer Lycra, with high arched, red hems on the sides, making them similar to a thong, they didn't have any elastic.

The unique thing that set them apart was the open V front, criss cross laced with red ribbon, tied at the top with a bow.

I visualized it on the clerk, her soft red pubes exposed under the ribbon, my teeth undoing the bow, her feminine aroma heavy in my nostrils, her fingers entangled in my hair.

Also in the box was a DVD, 'Lesbian Lovers.'

I fell back on the bed, envisioning me with the young redhead dancing in lingerie developing into a sapphic scenario, I quickly got myself off with my fingers.

Head on my pillow, fingers delicately bringing me down from my erotic fantasy I realized I now have a 'Plan C.'

If Keith weren't going to fulfil my sexual needs, I'd explore my options with the clerk, maybe she'd join me on a cruise.

My lewd thoughts and my finger diddling were escalating my arousal and I pondered watching the DVD while using my toys.

Time was the discerning factor in disregarding that desire.

I only had an hour before Keith would be home and that wouldn't be enough time to quench what I'd started.

I also wanted Keith to participate in my unusually elevated aroused state.

I struggled not to attack him as I made supper.

After supper I excitedly donned the first intimate apparel, the sheer baby dolls, red with black accents.

I expected I'd have to wait until the game was over before Keith might even notice I was wearing lingerie, but I strutted seductively in front of the T. V. anyway.

He didn't yell for me to get out of the way, he actually scanned my body, his eyes devouring me.

I detected a hint of desire in his expression and a menacing grin appeared.

Knowing he saw me made me smile.

I posed.

Right leg slightly bent, right hand on my hip, I salaciously circled my nipple with my left finger as I twisted my body temptingly.

"I bought 3 intimate outfits today; I'd like you to pick your favorite."

I teasingly smacked my butt cheek as I strolled away.

I'd tossed out the bait, he nibbled but didn't follow me back to bedroom, so I changed into the second outfit, figuring this one should make him bite.

I strutted back in wearing black fishnets, tiny, tight, black leather shorts, that barely covered my crotch gap and highlighted my puffy camel toe.

An unbuttoned leather vest, scarcely concealing my areoles.

A leather biker hat, leather collar and I twirled a flogger.

I placed my spike heeled boot on the coffee table, cocked my knee to widen my thighs.

I definitely had Keith's attention, practically drooling, his eyes riveted to my honey pot.

I slowly dragged the flogger from my ankle to knee, then with a wrist wriggling action made the leather strips tickle my smooth creamy inner thighs up to my crotch.

I lightly flicked the leather strands on my vulva, reached behind, grabbed the strips, and seductively rubbed the flogger back and forth through my crotch.

Eyes closed, feigning an orgasmic elongated moan.

I handed the flogger handle to Keith, turned, bent over, my hands gripping my ankles, offering my ass to him.

I didn't feel the sting of the flogger as I expected, I did feel his hands peel down the shorts and his face buried between my cheeks as his thumb easily entered my wet pussy.

His left arm went around and his fingers began kneading my tits.

He skillfully thumb fucked my cunt to the verge of a climax then without missing a beat, plunged his cock in.

A few frantic thrusts and we both climaxed.

Out of breath and sweaty, on the living room floor, I told him we needed to go on a couples retreat I read about.

I didn't get a negative response so I took it as a win.

I never bothered to show him the third outfit.

I guess maybe I hadn't given enough credit to one of the most common ways to spice up a marriage.

I still wanted to go on the retreat.

***

Our day-to-day activities didn't change after that evening; but our evenings did.

Keith's demeanor did, he began responding to my chatting at the supper table and our intimacy level elevated.

We even had sex a couple nights later, although it was rather vanilla, and over way to quick for me to get proper satisfaction.

Laying in his arms afterwards, I cautiously explained.

"Keith I'm not satisfied, our sex life needs something to get it back on track."

I stretched up and kissed his cheek my fingers caressing his chest.

"Let's discuss that couple's retreat I mentioned last week."

"Colleen, are you suggesting we need couples counselling?"

"No Keith, I want us to get away from our day-to-day routine, I want us to go to that retreat to reconnect."

"Colleen, I can't just take a couple weeks off to go on a holiday."

He rolled over and turned off the lamp.

I hated that treatment; it was like a slap in the face, when we needed to discuss something important and he shut down, I felt disrespected, unimportant.

Staring at his back, I brushed my receptive stiff nipples, my finger fiddled my sensitive clit.

Considering booking the singles cruise, I got out of bed went into the bathroom and finished myself with my fingers.

The next morning, the reply for the retreat application was in my e-mail, 'accepted.'

"YESS!" I screamed loudly to an empty house.

I didn't even consider asking Keith, I went ahead and confirmed the reservation with his credit card.

I intended to give 100% to this island holiday; it would hopefully be the beginning of something for us.

I vowed I was not returning to the city in the stagnant state of our current relationship.

If he refused, that would be closure enough, I'd go alone and ponder my future.

After making the reservation, I took my laptop to bed, got out a couple favorite toys, and started watching the lesbian CD the redheaded clerk gave me.

I outdid the porn stars; I surpassed them orgasm for orgasm.

Nearly two hours of masturbating to lesbian porn; I couldn't remember ever being so satiated.

That night at the kitchen table I told Keith the retreat was paid for and nonrefundable.

Keith was angry, adamant he couldn't take time off work, we agued, he stomped away went to watch TV.

I cleared the unfinished meal, dumped it in the trash.

Went to bed with my laptop.

It was late, when he came in, I put my laptop on my side table, reached up, turned off my lamp and with my back to him I stated.

"Keith our relationship needs this, I need this.

If you won't take 2 weeks off to try and save our relationship, I'll leave you, I'll go alone."

The next morning, he agreed to go.

Our relationship was strained, over the next few weeks, almost no conversations, no sex, and no arguments.

We simply existed in a non emotional state.

I remained convinced the retreat would be our salvation.

***

We were greeted at the destination airport by a bikini clad showgirl holding a placard with our last name.

She escorted us to a van, along with 3 other couples, it was a short drive to the docks.

There were other couples already on the shuttle boat when we boarded, I inhaled the salty air for the first time.

As we left the dock, I clenched Keith's arm tightly, kissed his cheek and snuggled against him, I felt free and hopeful.

Across from our seat I noticed an exquisite looking executive type couple, several years older than us.

I got the impression they were rich, possibly here to buy the resort, maybe the whole island.

The way she was scrutinizing me made me uncomfortable.

I caught the hostess's eye and beckoned her to me; I quietly asked her if there was something wrong with my appearance as the rich woman was staring so intently.

The hostess grinned and replied.

"I too have already checked you out, you're absolutely stunning, you'll get a lot of that here, you'll be a star attraction."

What a strange thing to say, but the compliment did make me feel damn good.

There were several staff waiting at the dock, assisting the deboarding of the boat.

They had an ATV and trailer for the luggage.

The hostess instructed us.

"Follow the cobblestone path, go directly to the check-in desk, your luggage will be in your rooms.

We headed up the path lined with palm trees and hedges of different colored, gorgeous, flowering bushes.

The scent of jasmine wafted in the gentle breeze, the sound of the surf, gulls, rustling leaves made for a peaceful background.

The rich woman came up beside me, brushed my forearm with her well manicured fingernails and just above a whisper, not loud enough for anyone else to hear, a distinctive French accent.

"My husband and I are into three-ways, you've caught our eye but we only play in threesomes, we don't swap. Do you play alone?"

I thought how utterly bold and uncouth.

I didn't respond, I tightened my grip on Keith and quickened my pace.

They disappeared before we entered the lobby area, we checked in at the front desk.

We opted not to take in the buffet lunch being served and went to our room.

While unpacking I told Keith about what the woman and the hostess had said to me.

After some conversation we comprehended this was likely a swingers retreat.

"Keith, I swear I had no idea, my intent was to get away, just the two of us, to rediscover our relationship, maybe we should leave."

I was nervous as all get out, sat on the bed wondering how I hadn't known.

Keith didn't seem at all phased, he was calmy unpacking his suitcase.

"If it is a swingers event maybe we should adapt.

When in Rome do as the Romans."

Hanging up his shirts

"Well, maybe this was meant to be, possibly exactly what we need, you wanted to add some spice, this might just be how to do it."

Keith set his empty suitcase in the closet.

I couldn't believe how eager he seemed to participate.

"Keith are you suggesting we join them?"

He sat beside me, brushed my hair behind my shoulder.

"Why not?"

I was quite surprised at his liberal attitude; I never expected him to be so open about sex with others.

I covered his hand resting on my knee.

"Keith are you willing to share me with others."

His hand slid up my thigh a finger snuck under my panties hem.

"Well, I'm willing if you are.

I'm sure we can adapt to enjoy the experience."

His finger wiggling aroused me, hell even a kiss aroused me lately, he hadn't initiated intimacy in months and it felt damn good, admittedly, I was sex starved.

My mind was spinning; I'd recently thought about being promiscuous with that sexy lingerie clerk and often fantasized about being with others when masturbating.

I sighed.

"Maybe it is fate intervening, I've heard swapping has saved many marriages."

Was I ready to swing?

His finger delightfully edged my lips, teasingly circled my love button, he hadn't done anything like this in months and it had me highly aroused, my thighs instinctively widened and I moaned, placed my hand on his.

A second finger parted my wet labia.

"This might be exactly what our marriage needs Colleen."

I moaned, turned my face to him, my hand went behind his neck; I pulled him to me for a kiss and fell back on the bed.

This, him, and I being intimate again, was what I craved.

Keith fingered me to a near explosion, then dropped his pants held my panties aside and fucked me hard.

We spent the next couple hours in bed, sharing passion and lust like when we first met.

He took his time; I came twice before he twitched and dumped a full load in me.

We cuddled, kissed, and embraced until late afternoon.

Was it the new surroundings, the non-stress of being on an island holiday, or the thought of swapping that had made such a huge difference in Keith's lovemaking?

We showered and decided to go exploring our surroundings after supper, to get a gist of what the island offered.

I wore a simple cotton summer dress, Keith convinced me to go commando, no underclothes in case he wanted to ravage me against a palm tree, or on the beach.

First day and he's talking seconds.

I knew a getaway was what we needed.

He wore a bright Hawaiian shirt and loose white shorts.

We wandered the paths holding hands, whenever we saw others, it was obvious they were checking us out.

"Damn Keith, it feels good getting noticed."

He turned me to him, cupping my derriere.

"Colleen, you do know it's me they're checking out."

I giggled, grabbed his junk, gave it a firm squeeze.

"Doubt it, not in these loose shorts, if they knew what you're packing, then, I could possibly believe it was you."

I rubbed his shaft as we kissed.

"Want some help with that?"

A woman's voice startled us; gasping, I quickly released Keith's member.

A similar aged, athletic couple, both in skimpy swimwear, were standing a few feet away.

I was stunned, unsure what to do or say.

"Uh, no thanks."

I stammered.

"Uh, we're new to the lifestyle, actually booked the holiday unaware."

The alluring brunette was small breasted but noticeably excited, her taut nipples poking against the thin bikini fabric, she spoke in a very melodical voice.

"Everyone has to start sometime, the first can be somewhat frightening, but we found it very rewarding."

They stepped closer, his endowment was noticeable, semi erect, outlined in tight, red briefs.

"This is our first retreat too; but a few months ago, we discovered how much sex with others bolsters our desire to please each other, which in turn has greatly strengthened our relationship."

After scrutinizing, both bodies.

"We booked this retreat to reset our relationship without knowing it was a swingers event."

"Well, you're both extremely attractive so be prepared to be approached often; find us when you're ready to explore."

They carried on in one direction we sauntered off in the other.

Keith quizzed.

"Why didn't you accept, I think they were sexy and obviously interested."

"Keith, are you truly ready to fuck anyone?"

"Well, we are at a swingers event, we're both horny, why not?"

"I'm not that eager, I booked this trip to reconnect with you, not jump into bed with strangers."

"Ok, I understand, I just feel like we lucked into a jewellery store with someone else's credit card. Everything's so pretty and shiny and ready for the taking."

"Well, I need more time I guess."

Our earlier fuck session did have me quite horny.

As we wandered the trails I began fantasizing about the sexy clerk, the lesbian porn, the older lady from the boat asking for a threesome and now this new couple's request.

These promiscuous thoughts enhanced my already extremely horny state.

Maybe I should succumb and explore these new possibilities.

We returned to the hotel as the sun was setting.

I was in a frenzied state, I initiated sex dropping to my knees and performing fellatio on Keith.

Of course, he immediately responded and I promptly pushed him to the bed, mounted him for an enthusiastic cowgirl ride.

He aggressively shifted me unto all fours and did my doggy.

As normal, he promptly climaxed and rolled over, leaving me once again extremely frustrated.

Within minutes I heard him snoring, annoyingly putting a halt to the pleasure of my masturbating.

Further leading me to believe Keith was responding to the erotic possibilities of sex with others, not to me.

I donned my sexy, skimpy, electric blue, string bikini, covered up with the hotel's terry towel shower robe and headed to the pool area for some island libations and maybe a hot tub soak.

Pleasantly surprised at the number of people there; my husband might be the only person in his room, and it looked like the party was just getting started.

I felt a vivacious vibe, loads of laughter, people frolicking and a lively throbbing beat over the speakers.

I headed straight for the bar, got myself a margarita.

I turned to scan the pool area, I sipped, realizing most were either scantily clad, topless, or naked.

I removed my robe and laid it on the bar stool.

The cool evening air that washed over my bare skin kept my nipples stiff.

Several people were being promiscuous in the pool; I wondered if any of them were couples when they arrived.

Two naked women were intimately kissing, while being fondled by two fellows.

I didn't climax earlier and tremendously horny; Keith's words, 'when in Rome,' came to mind.

I got a second cocktail, perused the entire area, began thinking about who to join.

3 topless couples in the hot tub held my attention, they were all groping, caressing and intimately kissing.

The third drink was where I found the courage I needed to garner the nerve to join them.

As I gravitated towards the hot tub, I felt a warm hand on my shoulder.

"Well, hello."

It was the elegant rich woman from the boat and her husband.

He was tall, a muscular dad bod, thick wavy black hair, well tanned, wearing a pair of red bikini briefs, very snug, defining a decent sized member.

She no longer had that pompous appearance, in fact her short dirty blonde hair, slightly dishevelled, looked to be finger combed.

Which seemed to make her sexier than when I first saw her professionally coiffed, as earlier in the shuttle craft.

I now saw her in a totally different way, a voluptuous woman in a leopard print, two-piece suit, well tanned skin that was starting to show age but still sexy as fuck.

Piercing eyes that study you but seem to already know your darkest secrets.

She personified sinful temptation, oozed maddeningly hot sexuality, wrapped in desire; bold, brutal, the type of woman that brings chaos and cocky dominance with a simple smile.

She was the power woman, one who doesn't step back, she steps in, fierce, open, taking what she wants.

Confidence that doesn't beg for attention, demands it, a combination that I couldn't help but feel was made for sin.

Her cheeks were red but not from make-up, her lipstick was slightly smeared and her bright blue eyes sparkled.

"I'm Dana, my husband Vern."

I returned a friendly smile.

"I'm Colleen."

She made no effort to mask her intentions as she slowly scanned my form.

"Gawd your gorgeous, absolutely stunning."

She took my hand.

"We just finished a fantastic threesome with Arianna, that sexy young boat hostess.

I don't see your husband, does that mean you're ready and willing to play as a Unicorn?"

I felt a charge of electricity, an overwhelming desire towards her, about to respond with a teasing, maybe.

She didn't wait for a response; she crashed her mouth against mine; the distinct aroma and flavor of feminine secretions was present and added to her intoxicating, intimate kiss.

Her tongue pressed in, searched; she pulled the string behind my neck, my bikini fell away.

Her fingers squeezed my taut nipples delightfully.

She took my breath away, everything leading up to this moment; my state of arousal when I left Keith, viewing the salacious activities in the near vicinity, her brazen approach, her passionate kiss.

I succumbed, my inhibitions vanished, she instantly had me yearning for an orgasm.

I closed my eyes, moaning, swirling our tongues.

Her fingers tantalizingly kneading my breast, my mind flashed to the lesbian porn, this was way better.

She skimmed lower, leaving a trail of ignited nerve receptors.

Her fingers provocatively titillating my vulva through the fabric of my bikini.

"You certainly seem ready to partake."

I could only nod and groan.

"I assure you, you'll love it."

Her mouth replacing her fingers on my tit, delightfully nibbling my stiff nipple as her fingers snuck inside my bikini bottoms and slipped skillfully between my slick vertical lips.

"My gawd Colleen, you're already soaking wet."

Her fingers were all busy, so it had to be her husband who tugged the strings on my bikini bottoms.

Vern pressed his warm belly against my back; I felt his bulge against my bum.

His arms encircled my waist, hands starting on my hips, followed the curve of my figure.

His warm breath on my neck prior to planting tiny kisses, sending shivers down my arms and spine.

His fingers reverently, unhurriedly, exploring my flesh over my ribs on route to the underside of my breasts.

I was already fully aware their actions were for my pleasure more than theirs; unlike anything I ever experienced previously, no one had ever made me feel so cherished.

Dana withdrew her digits, lifted them to her mouth as she stepped back.

Vern cupped the underside of my boobs, delightfully rolling my taut tips between his thumbs and forefingers whilst nuzzling my neck.

Dana held my gaze as she seductively licked her fingers.

"Mmmm, I knew you'd taste good Colleen, but DAMN, you're flavor is absolutely delicious."

She seductively sucked her fingers.

"Your naked body is even sexier than I envisioned."

I felt exalted.

She blatantly stared at my privates.

"I love your sculpted pubes."

I could see the lust in Dana's eyes as she removed her top, teasingly twisting her abnormally large nipples to hardness.

"Your pussy is enticing, symmetrical and such thin, delicate labia, pure perfection."

Vern's left hand proficiently rolling tender, tingling nipples, gyrating his growing erection against my bum.

Nibbling my earlobe, his right hand released my breast and glided gracefully over my belly, fingers combing pleasantly through my soft curly pubes and a pudgy finger slid betwixt my labia.

Another guttural groan escaped, my knees weakened.

Vern's actions became a bit more aggressive, pinching my nipples harsher, as his forefinger dipped deep into my wetness, skimmed up, and attempted to pinch my sensitive nub.

Excruciatingly sensational.

They were in control, in an honoring way, I felt treasured for the first time in my life.

I moaned as I watched Dana tantalizingly fondle her marvelous mounds, twisting and stretching her enormous nipples.

Her fingers disappearing into her dark folds as Vern skilfully fingered me.

His breath was warm, he whispered in my ear.

"Dana loves eating pussy more than anything else in the world."

Their rhythm synched, both slowly plunging fingers.

Dana stepped closer, she used her hand to circle her stiff nipple around mine, poking them together, the sensation was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Will I be your first same sex encounter?"

She rubbed her pussy-soaked fingers under my nose across my lips before injected them into my mouth.

I could only nod and groan, lost in the delectable digit diddling of Vern's finger titillating my clit.

"I assure you, you'll want more when were done."

Our mouths came together, an exhilarating, steamy open mouth tongue swirling around her tasty fingers.

Vern's reach around finger wriggling on my sensitive little love button building me to higher heights, moaning incessantly, my hips writhing, I was well beyond stopping.

Dana dropped to her knees as if to worship me, her fingers gingerly caressing the erogenous zone behind my knees and up the back off my legs, distracting me from Vern's climatic activity.

I was in heavenly bliss about to explode as she lavishly licked and tenderly sucked my fleshy folds, her fingers sunk into my derriere to hold my tight.

Dana's cunninglingus skills were incredible, gnawing my labia and nibbling my pearl.

I wanted this erotic euphoria to continue, whilst equally eager to orgasm.

Vern's mouth on my neck and earlobe, his fingers masterfully manipulating my tits.

"I'm going to fuck you doggy style while you're in a 69 savoring my wife's succulent cunt.

Then you will ride me like a cowgirl, my large cock filling you whilst Dana licks your cunt as I eat hers?"

Vern manipulated his hot, bare, hard pecker, pressing it between my butt cheeks, jabbing his nob on my puckered brown eye, smearing his slick precum over the sensitive, wrinkled flesh.

"I also love anal but respectfully won't go there if you don't want to."

I was ready to scream, on the cusp, the very precipice of exploding.

Emitting a deep sigh, I leaned back to him and murmured.

"I'm so frikkin ready, do it, fuck me."

I groaned loudly, craving to climax.

Dana released me, spoke as she rose.

"Vern, stop, that's enough, she's about to burst, let's go home, we'll be more comfortable in our bed.

We'll leisurely show this luscious lass the pleasure of threesome sex and what she's been missing."

Dana put her arm around my waist and guided me towards the beach, Vern picked up our suits.

I giggled as his erect cock bobbed as we walked.

We stopped to exchange saliva along the short stroll on the beach to their private bungalow.

Vern held the door open, Dana, close behind, lips nibbling my neck, hands on my hips, guided me to the bedroom.

She turned me just before pushing me onto the bed.

By the time I'd hit the mattress she was between my thighs; elbows widening my knees.

Warm palms glided up the smooth flesh of my inner thighs.

A thumb took their position on either side, pinched my thin vertical lips lightly and with delicate pressure separated my bright pink, sopping wings to expose my tiny, sensitive kernel.

My gawd I knew what was coming next, ME.

Letting me feel her hot breath on my amplified nerve receptors before her tongue flicked my blood engorged nub sending shivers throughout.

"Oohhh fuuuck yessss!"

I entangled my fingers in her hair, arched to her, begging her to finish me, I emitted a deep moan.

Dana assertively.

"That's what I want, let me hear how much you want it, let yourself go, release more pleasurable sounds."

She ate like it was her fist meal after a long fast; ravenously yet somewhat restrained as to savor every delectable lick and nibble.

I undulated, undeniably awesome, I crashed, an orgasm beyond expectations.

I came hard, writhing and wailing as she gnawed so preciously.

My shivering climax was announced with incessant groans and sighs.

Dana readjusted our positions as I continued convulsing.

We ended up in a 69 with me on top.

Dana was lapping my lower lips whilst Vern rimmed and tongue jabbed my puckered rear aperture.

Unsure if it was a continuation of my orgasm or the birth of another, but I had to stop muff munching to gasp and enjoy immeasurable ecstasy of intense vibrations reverberating through me.

Before my twitching subsided Vern had his awesome cock parting my pulsating vagina entrance.

Gawd his girth felt fantastic as he embedded ever so slowly, my cunt still contracting.

Vern's hips pumped in unhurried rhythmic cadence, driving deeper and harder into me with each thrust, his thumb invaded my back door.

Dana flicked and sucked my clit while her fingers tweaked and tugged my nipples.

I could feel myself being claimed, possessed by their lustful desire.

Our bodies moved in a natural rhythm, a primal mating not to be ignored.

Building, pulsing, making my body scream for more as another peak grew.

I was being ruined, no way Keith alone could live up to this amount of euphoria.

Vern withdrew, pressing his throbbing knob to my puckered dark star, pausing.

I knew he was awaiting approval; I didn't want to stop my feasting on Dana's succulent twat.

I reached back, my fingers tugged my cheeks apart and I rocked back.

His cock wedged past my sphincter, stretching it, causing me to wince with a pang of discomfort.

"HOOLLLEEEE FUU-UUUCKK!"

I growled as he sunk further in.

Dana's voice from below.

"Yes baby, that's what I want to hear, let yourself go."

She sucked my love bed like no tomorrow, he rammed relentlessly and I came harder than ever.

"OH MYYY GAAAWWD!"

My body began spastic convulsions, I unraveled.

I recall feeling Dana's teeth on my pearl, my nips being harshly twisted and viciously stretched.

"MMNNNGGGHHH!"

Vern's cock exploded in my ass.

"GEEE-EEEZZUUUUZ, MMMM HMMMM!"

Gasps of ecstasy conquer me; I shook violently, my body shuddering, trembling involuntarily, I squirted.

Spewing fluids uncontrollably with each convulsion.

I yowled.

"WHAAT DAA FFUUU--UUUCK!"

Dana moved aside, Vern drove harder, forcing me into the bedding, then with a final deep stroke, he grunted with each jerking jab.

I went limp, felt his cock twitching as he twitched, his jism blasting and his sweaty body collapsed atop mine.

We were both gasping for breath, our bodies involuntarily reacting to each others sporadic spasms, several jolts later Vern rolled off.

Dana snuggled next to me, snuck an arm under me, we kissed, feverously, sharing each others' secretions.

She gently caressed me, bringing me down slowly, intimately.

I locked eyes with her, still huffing.

"Wow, that was intense, so fucking incredible."

"I knew you'd enjoy it, but we're not done."

She crawled overtop both of us, wrapped her hands around Vern's semi erect shaft.

With a sultry commanding voice.

"Join me."

The bulbous purplish nob was still exposed for my mouth.

Like a popsicle, we simultaneously shared sides licking the salty, sticky, sperm off his stiffening shaft.

Barely a minute and Vern was rock solid again.

Dana mounted him cowgirl style, leaned way back, parted her pretty pussy petals and requested.

"Eat me Colleen, make me scream."

It was early morning when I returned to our room slightly sore in a very good way, sticky and satiated better than ever.

I didn't shower I wanted Keith to know I'd been fucked, I slipped into bed.

I reconsidered him finding out like that, I got up and showered.

***

After breakfast, Keith and I entered the outdoor conference hall holding hands, the inaugural greet and meet was about to begin.

Dana and Vern stepped up to the podium.

Keith whispered.

"Isn't that the rich couple from the shuttle boat, the woman that asked you for a threesome?"

"Yes." I responded, recalling last night's erotic encounter causing an overwhelming rush of contentment and a twinge of arousal.

"I think you should accept their offer, she's hot, got a great body, I hope you still look that good at her age."

"Keith, they only do threesomes.

You'd be ok with me having sex with them?"

"Colleen, are you not the least bit curious?"

I had that recurring feeling about Keith's eagerness to swap.

"Keith, you were hornier, more passionate than usual when you made love to me yesterday.

It resulted in me having an orgasm, which hasn't happened in a long time.

Keith be honest; were you turned on by me?

Or was it because you were thinking about swapping?"

His hesitation was all the response I needed.

"Ya, I thought so."

I pulled my hand from his.

"Uh, last night, when you rested, I went for drinks, Vern and Dana seduced me by the pool, I went with them to their private dwelling.

I absolutely loved the way they treated me; I had several sensational orgasms."

Keith's face lit up.

"Colleen, I'm not at all upset."

He kissed me passionately.

"I'd hoped you'd succumb to this lifestyle; I'd like to find that couple we met on the walk yesterday."

I pursed my lips, glaring at him.

"Keith, last night Vern and Dana revered me, I never felt so cherished before, they put me first, prioritized MY climax.

They spoiled me, no they ruined me; they made me realize my orgasms are connected to how important I feel.

I now recognize how you take me for granted and how selfish you are. I'm confident you could never achieve what they did to me."

I noticed Arianna giving me the eye, the sexy young boat hostess.

Every bit as enticing as the redheaded clerk, she had a huge smile, nodded and blew a kiss my way.

I made an instant decision; well, I guess it had been percolating for a few weeks, and this was the defining moment.

I returned her gaze with a nod and seductively licked my lips.

"Keith, you got your wish go find that couple.

I'm taking your advice, when in Rome, I'm going to fully submersing myself into this lifestyle.

I won't be wasting any more time with you this holiday.

I'll meet up with you when it's time to go to the airport."

I walked straight to Arianna; embraced her and gave her a very desirous kiss, my hands roving before settling on her waist as we broke our passionate kiss.

Arms around each others waist, we left.

***

Keith and I crossed paths a couple days later, when I returned to the room for my lingerie.

Before he even said hello, Keith invited me to join him in an orgy planned for later.

Realizing he still hadn't heard me.

I reiterated in a stern voice.

"Keith, I don't get sexual satisfaction from you and I intend to move on.

I'm only here to gather a few things and my lingerie, others will appreciate it way more than you and I deserve to have them enjoy me in it."

I pack one of my suitcases.

"I'm going home with you to get a divorce; accept the fact I'm moving out."

I pull the case from the bed, pause peer at Keith.

"I hope you change enough to give to someone more than you take from them."

Twisting to leave, glaring at him.

"I've been invited to stay with Vern and Dana.

They've already booked me to return to this retreat in 6 months, at which time we'll decide whether to part ways or remain a throuple."

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