Resort Virgins Page 5

  Violet lay there, feeling the bed shift as Tara moved next to her, a creamy strawberry in one hand, and the chocolate sauce in the other. She leaned over Violet, bringing the berry to her mouth, and as Violet took a bite, juice ran from her lip, making its way down her cheek. Tara licked Violet’s face, cheek to lip, stopping short of kissing her. Tara drew back, hovering, and took the rest of the berry in her own mouth, finishing it off. Violet reached out to frame Tara’s face, bringing it closer. While Tara braced herself with her hand on the bed, Violet brought their lips together in a tentative, exploratory kiss. They gently nipped and sucked, tongue and teeth engaging in the act.

  Tara was first to draw back, smiling down at her. With the chocolate sauce still in hand, Tara shimmied down the bed, spreading Violet’s legs and knelt by her side, drizzling the sauce along Violet’s skin. Tara then followed with her tongue, working her way from the valley between her breasts down to her navel. Violet’s skin tingled, enjoying the sensations as her anticipation built and her insides heated. She simply opened herself to the experience as she’d been instructed to do.

  When Tara lifted her head, Violet watched her squirt sauce on her own tongue before settling between Violet’s spread legs. She then bent forward to lick her folds. Violet couldn’t help but jerk, throwing her head back and lifting her pelvis, pushing her pussy harder into Tara’s face. Her hands found purchase on the sheets, anchoring herself while Tara performed magic she thought only her husband would ever do.

  And just like that, Max was on the other side of the bed, bending over to stroke his fingers through Violet’s hair. His face upside down above hers, he kissed her forehead and whispered, “You are absolutely gorgeous. And I am so turned on right now.” He peppered her face with kisses before moving away. While she tried to concentrate on his movements, Tara’s manipulation of her clit was driving her insane. She closed her eyes, writhing and moaning, her pleasure obvious as her hesitation seemed to float away on the breeze.

  Violet felt Tara’s fingers push into her core, forcing a cry from the back of her throat. She then felt a mouth on her breast and her eyes flew open. Max was naked, hovering above her, one hand braced by her side as he lavished one breast then another with his tongue and teeth. The onslaught from both Max and Tara was amazing. She felt drunk with euphoria, barely able to focus. She did, however, manage to see a naked Dan positioning himself behind his wife, running his hands all over her body.

  She almost laughed at the thought that crossed her mind. She was one link in this human sex chain.

  Violet released the sheets to run her hands across Max’s ribs and palm his ass cheeks before moving between his legs with one hand to cup his balls. She skimmed his thick erection down to the tip, smearing the drop of cum that seeped out. He groaned and nipped her breast with more force than usual. It felt exquisite.

  Just as Violet seemed ready to explode in orgasm from Tara’s attention, Tara’s mouth left Violet’s body, and her scream sliced through the room. Violet and Max looked together to see that Dan had thrust into his wife from behind. With Tara still bent over her body, Violet’s emotions teetered between feeling intrusive to feeling at the height of arousal.

  Before she realized what was happening, Max was pulling her away from Tara, shifting her on the bed, and positioning her on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her and did some thrusting of his own, right into her hot, wet pussy. Violet screamed, echoing Tara’s cry from just moments ago.

  Both women’s gazes locked on one another. Ecstasy was evident. For reasons Violet couldn’t even explain, she reached for Tara. Their hands locked around each other’s wrists, their focus on one another. As their husbands slammed in to them, driving them closer to that edge with wild abandon, they connected in shared desire.

  Violet shrieked as Max fingered her clit and sent her reeling. Relishing her husband’s simultaneous release, she felt his warmth spread throughout her body. She also felt Tara’s release in the convulsions that shook her arms, and Violet heard the guttural cries from her and Dan.

  Slowly, she released Tara’s arms and collapsed to her chest as Max pulled out of her and rested his chest against her back. He kissed her neck while she sighed contently before looking up. Tara and Dan were doing the same.

  Violet and Tara grinned at one another.

  “I’m glad you trusted me,” Tara softly said.

  Violet could only giggle. Suddenly, she sprang up, nearly head-butting Max.

  “Hey.” Max chuckled. “Where’s the fire?”

  “I’d say, in your shorts, but you’re currently naked, and I think we just took care of that burning desire.” Violet couldn’t help but laugh.

  Tara joined in, “I think I know what she wants.”

  Violet indicated the sliding glass door and Tara nodded her head. Together they scrambled away from their husbands, grabbed hands, and fled toward the beach laughing like little girls. They ran until they hit the water, diving into the cool tranquility. Just as they surfaced, their husbands, already at the water’s edge, watched with growing smiles on their faces as the moonlight shone on their gloriously naked forms.

  Violet and Tara rose out of the water together, pushing their hair away from their faces.

  “Just as I told you,” Max began. “My Aphrodite.” He walked to Violet, wrapped her tightly in his arms, and kissed her fiercely.

  As the kiss ended, Violet glanced at the other couple who were also in each other’s embrace, and she said, “This may sound silly, but thank you for a wonderful evening,”

  “You’re welcome,” Tara returned. “But it doesn’t have to be over. Would you like to come back in for another drink? Or, anything else?” she added with a wink.

  “How ‘bout a shower then drinks and conversation?” Violet suggested.

  The couples made their way to the bathroom, showering separately and redressing. For a few more hours, they enjoyed those drinks and the conversation, getting to know one another quite well.

  “So,” Dan started, “let’s talk about the next few days.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing Violet and Max to share more laughs with their new friends.

  ****

  Two days later, Tara had concluded leading everyone through a naked yoga session on the beach, minus the grunts, groans, and giggles that ensued during the first session. Tara had to admit that while she and Max were in good shape, their first attempt at yoga left them feeling otherwise. They used muscles not even sex had engaged. And between the two of them, poor Max was the most sore, continuing to grunt through many of the poses.

  The giggles happened during some of the more precarious stances.

  “You have to admit,” Dan started, “seeing a man’s flaccid penis dangling between his legs during down-dog is anything but a turn-on.”

  “True,” Max agreed. “But dangling breasts are a different story.” He slid close to Violet’s backside. “And your wet crease is just begging to be plundered,” he whispered saucily in her ear while running his fingers down her ass crack, dipping into her wet folds.

  Violet had lost enough of her inhibitions and gained so much confidence over the past few days that she bent forward a bit while spreading her legs, grinding herself against her husband. “Have at it, big boy.”

  “Don’t tease me, woman,” he groaned.

  While looking over her shoulder, Violet grinned. “Who says I’m teasing?” She wiggled her fanny. “I think I’m getting even more limber,” she added coyly. She bent completely forward, her hands pressing into the sand, leaving her ass in the air with her pussy exposed.

  Tara and Dan laughed, and Violet would’ve joined in had her breath not caught at the sudden presence of Max’s erection sliding between her folds. She really shouldn’t have been surprised at his actions. Her husband was all sex, all the time. Again, not that she’d complain. And her teasing only added to his desire.

  Heat enveloped Violet as Max bent over her, lifting her back to his chest while guiding his cock into her. With his arms
around her, he cupped a breast with one hand while his other found its way to her clit. She sighed, arching with his touch, not even embarrassed to be doing this in broad daylight. And with all that they’d done with Tara and Dan, she wasn’t ashamed to have them witness their actions.

  When Violet no longer heard laughter, she briefly looked to see what the other couple was doing, and found them. Tara sat atop her husband close by in the sand, riding Dan slowly while he massaged his wife’s breasts. As Tara’s pace increased, so did the couple’s moans.

  Violet closed her eyes and lost herself in the feeling of what Max was doing to her. She knew she was a changed woman, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. These days, not only with Max, the love of her life, but with the Hardys, had been some of the best she’d ever experienced. She’d never felt more connected to life. This sense of freedom, this sort of exhilarating empowerment was something she needed. Something her husband needed from her.

  Max penetrated her over and over using shallow thrusts while his attention to her clit brought her close to the brink. Violet rocked in his arms, hardly able to believe she still had the strength to remain upright. She began to tremble, losing control. Her legs were weakening as Max held her, and he must have felt it.

  “Yeah, come hard for me, baby.” While remaining inside her, he guided them down to the sand. Violet went to her hands and knees while Max continued thrusting until she shattered.

  Violet convulsed with her orgasm, wailing her approval of what her husband had wrung from her. She clenched tightly around him, spurring Max on to his release. “Fuuuuuck,” she moaned as he gave one more pump before grabbing her hips to get her as close as possible before exploding. She dropped her head as their bodies rippled together. Max hugged her close and rolled them to their sides in the sand.

  Tara and Dan released their own cries almost immediately. When they finished, Tara rolled next to Dan as he slung his arm across her body, spooning her into his body.

  “Now that’s an exercise routine I can certainly get behind,” Max said.

  “Pun intended,” Dan added.

  As they all laughed, Max swatted Violet’s rump. “And you, Miss Potty Mouth. You’ve never said that word like that.”

  “Are you referring to the F-word?” Violet blushed, as she rarely used that word at all. “I was caught up in the moment and said the first thing that came to mind.”

  “I liked it,” Max growled.

  Violet turned her face to his and gave him a quick peck before scooting out of his embrace. “Time to get wet.”

  “Didn’t I just make that happen?” Max teased.

  “Yes you did, thank you very much.” Violet held out her hands for her husband. “Time to get in the ocean.” When he grabbed her hands, she pretended to struggle to pull him to his feet. He sprung up and snatched her, throwing her over his shoulder. He proceeded to make a dash for the water as she squealed with delight.

  While bouncing on Max, Violet watched Tara and Dan laughing as they stood and calmly walked to the water. She no sooner saw them step into the ocean when she felt Max lift her off him and pretend to toss her in the surf.

  “No!” she protested with laughter.

  He barked with his own laughter as he cradled her in his arms. “I’ve got you, silly woman.” Max nuzzled her neck as he released her legs, allowing her to stand on her feet. He kept his arms around her waist as he captured her mouth in a languid kiss.

  One of the many, many pleasures she enjoyed from her husband.

  “How about we head inside to shower off this sand?” Tara suggested.

  “Sounds great,” Violet answered.

  The couples made their way into Violet and Max’s cabana and into the spacious shower all at once, close to each other but under their own jet. As Violet watched the Hardys in the shower, she admired their beautiful bodies and the ease with which they seemed to live their lives. She admired her husband for his devotion and confidence in her, and for the push to enjoy this new adventure. He gave her strength she didn’t realize she had, and did more than boost her self-esteem.

  Violet’s pulse sped up just thinking about her love for Max, all they’d shared, and the new experiences they’d enjoyed with the sexy couple in the shower with them. The energy was unmistakably electrifying.

  Would it be too soon to be even bolder? She longed to find out.

  As everyone rinsed and soaped their sandy bodies, Violet led Max closer to the Hardys. She ran her hands across Tara’s back but didn’t linger. She gave the woman a wink before sliding in between Tara and Dan. As she faced him, she ran her hands up Dan’s arms and down his torso. From the corner of her eye, she watched Tara turn to Max, parroting Violet’s moves. Both men seemed content to allow the women to take the lead, allowing exploration of their bodies.

  As much time as the two couples had spent tangled up with one another lately, Violet still had to brush aside the initial flare of jealousy. This was physical pleasure. No emotional bonding.

  She slid around to Dan’s backside, running her soapy hands along his back and down his muscular legs. Coming back up, she focused on his tight ass, tracing the contours of his terrific form. She pressed the front of her body to his back as she moved her hands around his waist, feeling his abdomen, down the valley of his groin, and finally to his growing erection.

  Before either could question her intentions, she boldly moved to his front and sat on the bench against the wall before him. She cast a quick glance to her husband and Tara before taking Dan into her mouth. Keeping her eyes open, she watched him flatten his palms against the shower wall above her, his head bent forward looking down at her. She briefly stared into his eyes as she sucked his cock, fisting the base of it. Drawing it in and out, she swirled her tongue over the tip before taking him deep inside her mouth again.

  While she continued to suck him, she saw movement in her peripheral and looked to see Tara nearly mirroring her. The woman was on her knees, sucking Violet’s husband off. Max’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, pelvis thrusting as he threaded his fingers through Tara’s hair holding her head.

  A groan from Dan brought her full attention back to him. She scraped her nails up his thigh, into his groin area, and around to his ass. She dug her nails in a little bit, bringing him closer to her.

  “Jesus, Violet, I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep that up,” he growled.

  Violet broke free for a moment to say, “I’m ready.” She resumed her sucking, licking, and nipping. She increased her pace and felt the tension coiling in the man as he fisted his hand in her hair. Unable to hold back, his climax had him exploding, and Violet took it all in. As he finished, his head sagged, his gaze caught hers, and a naughty smile curved his lips.

  With Violet still sitting on the bench, Dan went to his knees in front of her, spread her legs, and attacked her engorged pussy, bringing her to a quick climax. Through the sexual haze that had taken over, Violet looked to see Tara against the shower wall, Max’s head buried in her sex. Tara’s cries of pleasure rang out causing Violet to smile.

  “I know just how you feel,” she whispered to herself.

  Dan lifted Violet’s spent body to rinse them off before exiting the shower. Max and Tara were quickly behind them. As the men went to their wives, Violet welcomed her husband’s embrace.

  “I guess you were okay with that?”

  “Yeah,” he started before leaning in close. He spoke into her ear, words meant only for her. “But you taste so much better.”

  Violet shuddered in her husband’s arms.

  “Is it safe to say that this won’t be your last time at this?” Tara asked.

  “Absolutely,” Violet answered with a wicked grin.

  “I like the sound of that,” Dan chimed in.

  ****

  Another day later, the couples were relaxing in the shade after spending the day surprisingly not engaging in any sex. After a morning yoga routine, they took kayaks on the water and spent a few hours tourin
g around the island.

  “Happy anniversary,” Violet told Max.

  “That’s right, it’s your anniversary!” Tara said. “Today’s the actual day. And Happy New Year’s Eve!”

  “Yes,” Violet answered. “Twenty-five years this man’s had to put up with me.” She teased her husband.

  “It’s been a hardship, but I’ve managed.” He winked.

  “I’m so glad we get to share in your celebration,” Tara added.

  “Congratulations,” Dan said.

  “Thank you, both,” Violet spoke. “I’m looking forward to our last night together, but not to saying good bye.” Sadness laced her voice. “We’ve grown so close in such a short time.”

  “Closer than most,” Max quipped as he wiggled his eyebrows.

  Violet swatted his arm. “You know what I mean.”

  “I do, babe. Just trying to joke. Doesn’t have to be sad.”

  “And we don’t have to say good bye,” Dan said. “We just say, ‘until next time’.”

  “Definitely,” Tara agreed. “You two go rest and we’ll see you later. We’ll make it a most memorable night.”

  The couples picked up their few belongings and walked in different directions to their own cabanas. Once inside, Violet and Max took a hasty shower before collapsing on the bed together.

  They’d nap and look forward to their final night with the Hardys.

  ****

  Max lightly ran his fingers across Violet’s cheeks as they faced one another upon waking.

  “Hard to believe we have to leave this paradise and return in two days.” Violet sighed.

  “Just because we’re leaving doesn’t mean the fun has to end,” Max said. “Our relationship has only gotten better, and stronger. And if we want to continue exploring our wild, sexual side, there are places in our own neighborhood. So to speak,” he added quickly when Violet raised her brows.

  “Really?”

  “Really.” He chuckled. “If you want to continue, we can.” Max liked seeing Violet happy. “And if not, that’s okay too. I think we’ve learned and experienced plenty to continue to feed our desires. But like I’ve told you a million times, you’re all I need.”