STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story contains scenes of explicit sex between consenting adults. If you are a minor, 18-21, please do not continue. All you older folk are welcome to enjoy.
Belize..........by Starwalkin
Finally, after two days on the island, I was beginning to unwind and leave the tension of my working world behind. Monica and I were on a well deserved and long overdue vacation. Two days of travel from home just to get to this small piece of paradise, and then two days of diving to melt away the outside world. We were staying on a small atoll on the outer part of the barrier reef that guards the coast of Belize. A tiny island, just sand and palms, an interior lagoon, an airstrip to get there from the mainland and the cottages of the dive operation. It was our second trip to this hideaway, our first years before, and we had intentionally booked in the best cottage. At the far end of the island, well away from all the others, our rooms offered peace and quiet, and incredible comfort.
Our fellow divers were the usual mix of Americans and Europeans, mostly young couples, full of enthusiasm and energy. Monica and I were the old souls although we both were just into our forties. Only one other couple was our age, Lisa and Robert, who were from Atlanta. Monica and I are both from the West and the pleasant slower southern speech of the couple was delightful. By the third day on the island, we had became good friends, taking our meals at the same table and helping close the bar at night. And after three days of sun and exercise I felt the juices stirring in my groin as I watched the women sitting across from me. Monica and Lisa had hit it off immediately and they were constantly laughing and giggling over the slightest things. Robert was much more reserved, but always pleasant, just quiet and introverted. Much like me. We had been sitting in the moonlight on the small pier off the restaurant for the past few hours. Just quiet talk...nothing of consequence, kids, schools, their home town and ours, the usual talk between strangers becoming friends. I wasn't really listening, just watching the women, both in their own way very beautiful. Monica is tall and slim. Her legs seem to make up half her body, and they were stretched out and gently touching Lisa's feet. Monica's breasts, I think, are exquisite, small with large nipples, and her belly was beginning to swell as she grew older. No longer lean and taut, she was softer and fuller, a change I found to my liking. Lisa is much shorter than Monica, but more curvy. Her bosom was far more ample, with a sag that spoke of maturity and children at home. Even in the warm humid air of the night, her nipples pressed out against her thin blouse. Every time I looked at her my mouth watered just a bit. She didn't seem to mind the occasional pressure from Monica's calf as it lightly touched her own. Robert was my same age, late forty something, and like me had worked too hard, exercised too little and eaten too well. We both were showing that ridiculous paunch of middle age.
He too seemed lost in thought, watching the women talk, saying little. The two days had done wonders for his appearance, much more relaxed than when we had all flown out to the island together in the same small twin engine. Only months before, Monica had introduced me to joys of bisexuality, and now in addition to watching the women , I found myself looking at Robert, not just as another man, but also as a possible sexual partner. He gave no indication of interests in that direction so the thought left as quickly as it came to me.
The beach was deserted, bathed in enough moonlight to see clearly in the night, only the sound of the waves rippling up on the sand. Our friends had long since slipped away to their cabin down the beach . I spread a blanket out on the sand, and slipped out of my shorts and shirt. The slightest of breezes raised goosebumps all over my body. Standing naked in the darkness does that to me. My penis was slowing hardening. A sound behind me, and I can see Monica walking across the beach toward me, tall and nude, her hair cascading down her chest hiding her breasts. Her perfume reaches me first, startling in the quiet of the night, it both intrudes and excites. Neither of us say a word, we are both hungry and aroused. We embrace and kiss, not gently, rubbing our hands and arms around each other, she is biting my lip and then my nipples. I drop to my knees and lick her pubic hair, the inside of her thighs, and then I thrust my tongue deep into her sex. She is very wet, very ready. My cock is aching, and I know if I even touch it I will come immediately. Gripping the firm nubbin of her clitoris with my lips, I can feel the shocks of Monica's first orgasm. She drops to her knees gasping. "Now" is all she can mutter. I crouch behind her, and slide into her easily, reaching forward grasping her dangling breasts, holding them like reins as I begin to fuck her. I am shocked I can hold off cumming. My cock is so hard it seems to stave off the impending orgasm. I know my love will appreciate the extra time. Monica is coming again, not just her little moans and groans, but the sudden fire within her cunt tells me of her pleasure. I release, spewing madly into her, collapsing onto her back as she falls face down into the blanket. Our bodies are soaked in sweat, mingling that scent with sharp smell of my semen and her lovely perfume. Rolling off my beautiful wife, I am panting, trying to regain my breath. God she is good as this and my god she can turn me on. After a while, Monica gets up to go to the cabin, leaving me to savor the moment and relax. Soon she is back with a cigarette and glass of wine to split.
"I had a good time tonight...they are good company. We're lucky they are out here the same time we are, everyone else is so much younger." And "by the way," she adds, "I saw you looking at Lisa." This last comes with a giggle.
"You wouldn't know what to do with boobs that big. Each of hers are bigger than both of mine together." I murmur back to her. "It would be a joy learning. And besides, I saw you two were playing footsie while we were talking. Are you thinking about approaching her for a little recreation of your own?"
"I wouldn't mind sleeping with her." Monica is silent for a bit, then adds. "You know it's been quite a awhile since I have had a woman as a lover. Carol and I have been on again off again lovers for years, but it seems like ages since I have enjoyed myself with a woman."
"What do you think of Robert?" I am startled by her question. I had been lost in the beautiful image of Monica and Lisa wrapped in each others arms.
"What do think of Robert?" she repeats.
"As a friend or as a lover? I answer.
"Why not both? Last month you and Michael hit it off after the dinner party at our house." I didn't need reminding of that night. It had been unexpected and exquisite. My first taste, pardon the pun, of male sex. I had enjoyed it immensely, but still had not followed it up with more.
Michael was away on company business, and I had been eagerly awaiting his return. I look over at Mon and she had a big grin on her face. She is serious about pursuing our new friends.
"Let's see if it develops into something. We have another four days before we head for home, and I've already been talking with Lisa.. about us."
"What about us?" I almost shout it. Concerned, the thought of my private life being public with another couple shocks me. I am still not used to idea of being open about my bisexuality.
"Well...Honey, I told them about us, I told Lisa anyway, and she has probably talked with Robert. I don't think you have to worry any, they seem to be pretty mature about everything. And Lisa and I are planning a beach walk to the other side of the island tomorrow afternoon. Just us. You two can do whatever. But we are planning a little private fun of our own."
Monica is laughing. She knows how uptight I can get over just about anything. "Just enjoy yourself, hon, If you want to try something with Robert go ahead, if not that's fine too." I should have know that she had already worked this through and made the plans. When it came to sex, Monica is always bolder than I am, more adventuresome. But so far every path she has lead me down has been a joyful wonderful trip.
The following day, after the morning dives, I am sitting out on the beach soaking up sun and dozing in the warmth. The girls are long gone on their adventure and part of me, the voyeur part, wants to sneak along after and watch them together. I hear a sound behind me and Robert is walking through the sand toward me, two beers in his hands. Like me, its just swim trunks and sunglasses. Sitting down in the sand beside me, Robert hands me a beer.
"It looks like the girls have become great friends." He says. I agree, and then sit in silence a little awkward. Wondering if Lisa had told him that I was bi.
After a long time, just sitting there, staring at the water, Robert says "Lisa told me that you like both men and women. Sexually like them I mean."
Well its all in the open, but the fear of talking about it seems to evaporate from me.
"Yeah, it's actually a new thing, something I tried for myself just a month ago. I turned out I liked it. I had always wondered about men... about, you know, fucking and sucking with men. And Monica set me up with a friend of hers, a guy she works with, and I enjoyed it. Enjoyed it a lot. And to tell you the truth the scamp enjoyed watching me go down her friend. It really was a turn on for her. She wants to try a sexual free for all with him and me sometime soon."
Robert seemed to mull this over, then looked at me for the first time. " I've often wondered myself. Here I am almost fifty, a great wife, good sex, not often as when we first were married but good. But have always wondered what gay men see in each other. Is it just as satisfying as regular fucking?"
"Well the girls are away for the afternoon, and its cool and dark in the cottage....." I just let that last trail away. Letting him think about it.
My cock is stirring in my trunks. Robert is looking very good to me right now. I reach over, run my hand down his ample stomach and touch his leg. He jumps from the contact, then relaxes, taking my hand in his own and moving it over the bulge in his suit. His penis stirs beneath my hand, and he closes his eyes, just barely breathing. His cock is growing, as is my own as I gently rub him through the cloth.
Finally, I get up and walk into the cottage. My heart is really pounding, and I am not nearly as cool with this as I would like Robert to believe.
After all I have only really made it with one guy for one brief encounter before now. Entering the cabin, I'm washed by the rush of coolness. My skin is tingling all over again. Robert walks in behind me and closes the door.
For an eternity it seems, we both just stand there looking at each, saying nothing. Then he bends and slips out of his suit, in the pale light his cock stands out firm from his hairy belly. Bigger than mine, bigger even than Michael's. I wonder how I will cram that lovely flesh into my mouth. I kick off my suit and walk over to the bed, still rumpled from the night before.
Robert follows behind, and I can hear his breathing, ragged and irregular.
He is just as nervous and excited as I am! The thought calms me, makes me bold. I lay down on the bed, head to the foot, my head hanging slightly over the end. "Bring me your cock" I tell him. Robert stands over me, then lowers his hanging penis to my mouth. I reach up, pull the head into my mouth and begin to swirl the tip with my tongue. He grunts and then lets more of his sex slide into my mouth. It's big, but I find I have no trouble taking him in. Slowly I glide up and down his cock, feeling the knobby veins on the side of the shaft, inhaling the pungent odor from his groin. His balls rest on my forehead. I reach around and caress his thighs, moving my hands up and gripping his buttocks, kneading the flesh. I can feel his body quivering. Robert pulls free of my sucking, and slides onto the bed, down toward my own cock. I shiver just a little anticipating his mouth. He will be my first male cocksucker. Michael had let me worship his cock but had not returned the favor. Robert is hovering over my sex, tentative, and then finally I feel the wetness of his mouth close over me. Instantly I grow harder, bigger, as he licks and sucks me tenderly, lovingly. His own cock lies across my chest as he moves in closer, clinging with his arms to my body. I reach around him and draw his hips closer, slipping his lovely flesh back across my lips, kissing the head, then the glistening shaft, then finally talking one of his balls into my mouth. The aroma is overpowering.
I can feel our combined orgasm building up, so I return to his lovely cock
and soon I pour into his gulping, hungry mouth, and he in turn fills my mouth with white warm semen. It pours out around my lips, and down my neck.
As his cock softens, it slips away from me and rests on my cheek, the last bit of cum oozing into my beard and mustache. His warm mouth still encases my own penis. Lifting my head, I can see his eyes are closed as he too savors this initimate moment. Lying back, my arm still around his hip, I drift away. Just the sound of the ceiling fan, clicking away above us.
I don't know how long we slept, face to cock, arms wrapped around each other.
A soft kiss on my cheek awoke me, and I was starring into Monica's beautiful face. "You two seemed to have gotten to know each other a little better." A giggle behind me, and I know Lisa is there as well. "We have missed the show, Monica." She sighs. Lipstick smears above Monica's left breast tell me that my lovely wife seems to have had a little fun of her own with Lisa.
Robert finally awoke with a start, bits a semen fleck his lips. He is silent pondering as the three of us stare at him, all of us grinning. Lisa breaks the silence "It's all right Lover, you always have wanted to do this, and we have another four days and nights to explore the possibilities.
Besides, I want to do a little exploring of my own with Monica."
After they leave to clean up for dinner, Monica and I lay down and held each other in a warm comforting hug. "Lisa must have been good. You have a very smug smile on your face." Monica just nods in agreement. My mind is thinking over what Lisa had just said. About the possibilities. Thinking about just how that wonderful cock of Robert's will fit in my virgin ass.
Monica can feel my cock stirring against her leg. She looks up and asks me "Now just what are you thinking about old man? You have a smug look of your own."
"Fucking" I reply.