"Hey, Joe?" said Hazel.
"Yeah?"
"Which side of the bed do you sleep? I prefer the left."
Joe grinned and Sue took Hazel's hands. "Yes?" she said.
"Yes," said Hazel, "starting tonight."
"Mmm, good!" said Sue. "She turned to Ken and winked. "Hi, sexy," she murmured, her voice low and throaty.
"Hi, yourself. Ready to spend a couple of nights with me?"
"Yeah, but hey! What about the days?"
Ken laughed. "I'm sure we'll think of something."
"If you don't, I will." Sue turned to her husband. "Joe?"
"Yeah, honey?"
"Will we reach the island by tonight?"
"We should. Any particular reason why you ask?"
Sue grinned. "I'd like to sleep on the beach."
Joe nodded. "Sounds good." He turned to Hazel. "Okay with you?"
"Yeah, should be fun." She reached for a sandwich and passed it to Joe. "Better get your strength up, honey," she said, fighting a giggle. He grinned, taking a big bite.
It was early evening when they dropped anchor in the lagoon. There was no sign of anyone around and the four of them were still naked as they packed food and drink into a cooler box and put it in the dinghy. Blankets, they reckoned, were all that was needed, and matches to make a fire on the beach with the driftwood.
When the stars began to show, they had finished their evening meal. The
Kate
was riding lightly at anchor, the reef breaking the force of the ocean swells. The fire had lost its early fierceness and settled to a deep bed of red coals, the occasional flame licking around it. Ken pushed a couple of pieces of thick driftwood on the fire and it flamed up again. He stood, reaching for a blanket.
He grinned at Sue. "How about a short walk, Mrs. Brady?"
"Certainly, Mr. Kominski." Sue leaned across and gave Hazel a quick kiss. "Have fun, honey, while I exhaust your husband." She stood, and took Ken's arm. As they walked into the darkness, following the beach, he slipped his arm around her waist. She took his hand and lifted it to her breast. The nipple was hard, signal of her desire. Ken fondled her for a moment, enjoying the change, the bosom more full than his own slender Hazel. Sue stretched up and kissed his cheek as they moved.
He only took her about a hundred yards, to a little hollow he'd spotted earlier, out of any breeze, sandy grass in the bottom, scrub forming a windbreak. The moon was coming up, three-quarters full, and he could see well enough to spread the blanket on the ground. Sue was silver in the moonlight, curved, deep-dipping loveliness. He reached for her, and she came unhesitatingly into his arms, lifting her lips for his kiss. The kiss was gentle, a kiss between friends and as they broke it Sue let her head rest on Ken's chest.
"Last chance to change your mind, sweetheart," he murmured.
Her head came up and she smiled at him, shaking her head. "No, Ken, I want to do this. Remember this afternoon, when Hazel and I first stripped?"
"Yeah. Poetry in motion when the two of you stood."
Sue chuckled. "We'd just been talking about having each other's husband. I was wet then, Ken, and I'm wet now." She took his hand and slid it between her legs. He could feel her heat and wetness. He slid his finger along her slit and then lifted it to his mouth, tasting her. He bent and picked her up, then knelt, awkward, to lay her gently on the blanket. She smiled up at him as he lay himself beside her, his left arm going under her neck, his right on her hip.
He bent over her and she offered her mouth as his lips descended. This time it was a lovers' kiss, hot, wet, demanding, open mouth on open mouth, tongues duelling, heat and the moment taking them. Without breaking the kiss Sue took his hand and lifted it to her breast. He hefted the soft weight, enjoying the difference between Sue and Hazel, enjoying too the similarity, the eagerness with which his kisses were returned, the soft moans as his fingers explored her.
Gently, Ken broke the kiss, raining butterfly kisses on Sue's eyelids, her cheeks, her neck. He kissed his way along her collarbone and let his lips trail back, moving down her chest, trailing tiny kisses down her breast until he took her nipple, her so very erect nipple, between his lips and sucked on it, then let his teeth close gently on it. Sue gasped and pulled his head to her, her fingers claws in his hair.
He let her nipple escape from his lips, and kissed down her belly, making her giggle as he poked his tongue into her navel, then kissed his way across her mons, letting his teeth play with the wisps of curl she had left there. His position was getting uncomfortable, and he eased his arm from under her, moving so that he knelt between her legs. Her smile was gentle, her blonde hair silver in the moonlight.
"Planning to eat me, I hope?"
"Thinking about it, sure. I like to test the flavour and wetness before I let my dong lose its head."
Sue giggled. "That's a new one." She paused. "Ken, do you like eating pussy?"
Ken grinned. "Love it!"
"You and Joe both. Boy, I'm lucky, 'cos I love being eaten by someone who appreciates me."
"Oh, I appreciate you, Sue, don't worry about that. Hazel tastes great, and that little sample you gave me on your finger just sharpened my appetite for you."
"Oh, goody!"
"I'd better shut up, now. It's rude to talk with one's mouth full." Ken grinned. "Feel free to make a running commentary if you want me to know what I'm doing right, and what I'm not."
"Ken, honey, it's all nice, it's just that some of it is different. One of the things that's making me wetter is wondering what
you're
gonna do that's different."
"Nothing, probably. Time to eat!" Ken lowered his head and Sue pulled her legs up and wide, opening herself to him, anticipating, wondering what Ken would do first. What he did was to point his tongue and make a sweep up her slit from anus to clitoris, relishing the hot, salty-sweet tang of her on his tongue. The low moan of appreciation in Sue's throat told him he was on the right track.
He kissed the inside of her thigh and then ran his tongue up her leg, making little kisses as he went, into the steamy jungle of her mons, her labia hair-free but her delta covered in honey-gold wisps. He smiled inwardly. Natural blonde! His tongue moved across and down the other thigh, with little kisses, butterfly-light, as he went. He breathed deeply of Sue's aroma, rich, musky, stimulating. He pointed his tongue and moved in again, probing her depths, lapping at the folds of her labia, sucking softly at her, kissing, licking.
He made his movements erratic, so that Sue never knew what he would do next. It stimulated her, excited her. It was similar to what Joe did to her, but yet so different, the different texture of lips and tongue. He was getting to her, yes, oh, yes, but it was the situation, too, a new lover, while along the beach her husband was making love to her best friend. Perhaps, even now, Joe's prick would be buried in Hazel's pussy and they would be building to their own explosion.
Ken allowed himself to lick at her clitoris, gently, knowing how sensitive this centre of female sexuality could get. Sue moaned deep in her throat, guttural, almost a purr, nearly a roar. Feline, female, she filled his nostrils, swamped his tongue with her essence, her breathing fast, shallow. Nearer, nearer she came, trembling, the tension rising in her. Ken let his tongue flick across her clitoris and then took it between his lips, sucking, his tongue strumming as he slid two fingers into Sue's soaking pussy.
With a howl, part-animal, part-human, wholly female, Sue came, her whole body shaking, the tendons in her neck like cord, her pussy clutching at his fingers as the storm of climax swept over her, her fingers tight in his hair. Slowly, she calmed and as she quieted he let his tongue lash over her clitoris again and another tidal wave of sensation hit her. Again he did it, and again, until she pushed him away, her smile radiant, but her head-shake saying 'no.' He moved up and took her in his arms and she clutched at him as the trembling slowly ceased.
His erection was hard between them and her hand took a gentle grip of him, her fingers light, caressing. "I have somewhere for him, Ken, somewhere where he'll be so welcome."
Ken kissed her lightly. "I know, and that's where I want him, too. Can I take you from behind, Sue. You have such a beautiful ass."
"Of course." She stretched up and kissed him, then moved so that she was on her knees beside him, her ass in the air, her head pillowed on her forearms. She grinned sideways at him. "Climb aboard, Ken." He moved round behind her, positioning himself, taking his hardness in his hand, rubbing it the length of her slit, then pushing forward until he was in her, an inch, maybe two. He stopped, his hands on her hips, then pushed slowly forward into her, her juices flowing so freely that he sank straight into her. He paused as he bottomed and simultaneously they sighed in pleasure.
"That feels fucking great, Ken," Sue murmured, her pussy clutching at him.
"It sure does, baby." He began to withdraw, slowly, letting the sensations flow, feeling her with his prick, until he almost left her, then pushed forward until he was deep inside her again. He established a rhythm, a rhythmic push and withdraw, in and out, ebb and flow, letting the sensations rise in him, slowly, slowly, wanting to maximise the moment for both of them, but she was exciting him, the forbidden element, despite his wife's knowledge, but mostly it was the excitement of the first time with this woman, friend, but stranger to him in this role of lover, active sexual partner, urging him on with the soft moans and the tremors running through her body as he rode her.
She was pushing back at him as he pushed forward, both of them eager to please the other. and the moment was taking them, lifting them, the animalistic excitement coursing through them both. Despite her violent climax from Ken's mouth, Sue could feel the heat rising in her again and as Ken thrust urgently into her she let one hand find its way to her pussy, her fingers gently caressing her clitoris as he rode her.