Chapter 8
Evie sits across from me sipping her cocktail and swaying along with the music.When we finished dinner, we decided to check out the social hour Mistress Darby mentioned.
Just as Darby described it would be, some people wore suits and dresses, others just in thongs, pasties, speedos, or boxer briefs to show off their assets.
Evie’s strapless dress showed off her shimmering, sculpted collar bones, her curls hanging free just above her shoulders.
Seeing her so relaxed made me smile. This is my second favorite way to see her–happy and free.
The first is when she is wrapped in my arms. Her serene smile reassured me that I had chosen our vacation correctly.
The riding class was one hell of an appetizer for what was to come of our time here.
Surprisingly, watching another person touch my wife so intimately didn’t make me jealous.
I was turned on witnessing the pleasure Evie received while she rode and seeing how much she enjoyed it.
I wanted to see it again–that orgasm after glow and her exhausted satisfied smile.
Afro-beats begin to play over the speakers in the lounge, breaking my thoughts as I ask my wife to dance.
It took no time for Evie’s hips to start a seductive whine.
Her outstretched hands beckon me to come closer.
I press my body flush to her backside as she dances with wild abandon, the delicate curve of her ass grinding against my manhood.
We continue to move in sync with the music and each other until the man I recognize from the partner positions class approaches.
The white linen set he wore compliments his dark skin as he advances slowly, like a lion would a gazelle–his muscular six-foot frame executing a confident stride.
He flashes us a grin full of straight white teeth, quirking a brow as if asking permission to join.
I give him a nod of approval, feeling Evie give her own.
Stepping into our bubble, he dances his way closer and closer until Evie is sandwiched between us.
We settle into a rhythmic flow of bodies giving into the music, letting the rest of the atmosphere fall away, focusing on only the three of us.
We only re-enter reality when Evie informs us that her feet need a reprieve.
“We haven’t danced the night away like that in ages,” Evie says, blowing out a breath fanning herself.
“May have been a while but you didn’t miss a step,” I tell her, pulling her into my side as we enter the booth. I signal for our companion to join us, “Nice to see you could keep up with us, man.”
“It’s not hard to keep up with dance partners who look like you two,” he smiles.
“I’m Sam. This is my wife, Evie,” I introduce us, too embarrassed to admit I didn’t remember his name after he’d gotten the front row seat to the show my wife, our instructor, and I had put on earlier. I run my gaze over his body lazily admiring him.
“I’m Nathan,” he obliges then continues, “and I would like to fuck you and your wife.”
“Wow, nobody would accuse you of being shy,” I chuckle nervously.
“When you say both of us, what do you mean,” Evie asks for clarification.
“I want you both,” Nathan says, “I want all three of us to touch, kiss, taste, and fuck each other. I want to fuck you while he watches. I want Sam and I to fuck you together. And I want him to fuck me while you watch…if y’all are into that.”
“I didn’t come here for that,” I tell him, “but if Evie would like your company tonight, I am all for it.”
“Okay, then how about we talk boundaries–if Evie here is interested in me joining you both,” Nathan offers.
“I would like you to join us, but I would like you to wear a condom regardless of what your paperwork says,” Evie speaks up. “I am okay with you using your mouth on my body but I haven’t decided if I’m okay with kissing, yet.”
“Understood,” Nathan nods, “I’m not into blood or any other bodily fluids that usually require a toilet to expel.”
“Agreed,” Evie and I say in unison.
“I would like to have both of you inside me at the same time, but I prefer that Sammie gets first dibs on all holes,” Evie’s eyes darted between us, biting her lip at all the possibilities. Her thigh grazes against mine as she crosses her legs.
“Agreed,” Nathan nods again, turning his attention to me. “What about you, big guy? Can I give you head? Maybe eat that tight little ass?”
His calm demeanor and confidence felt familiar.
“I’ve never been with a man before,” I tell him, unsure of how to answer him, looking at Evie.
I consider him for a moment. Nathan had a soft masculine look about him.
His fade was clean, his eyes, although dark in color, had a light about them.
His straight Nubian nose and high cheek bones gave him an almost model-like structure to his features, complimented by a soft jaw line with a low-cut beard.
His lips were the one feature that reminded me of Mickey–of the one kiss we shared as scared kids.
I had never considered myself into men, but I always had a curiosity of what being with another man was like when I was younger.
As the years went on that curiosity would poke its head every now and again.
And looking at Nathan, curiosity was definitely in the room sitting on my shoulder like a devil welcoming the temptation.
There was no mistaking that Nathan was a good looking man and I was attracted to him.
I wouldn’t have even considered him having any interest in me until he opened his mouth, but his offer intrigued me.
I mean, I brought us here to explore–what would be the fallout from taking him up on his offer to suck me off?
Would Evie look at me differently or consider me gay?
“How about we take it slow and see where it goes,” Evie suggests squeezing my thigh for support. “What’s our safe word for the night?”
“Peppers,” I say, deciding on something that I knew would grab their attention if said during any sexual situation.
Once we all agreed and showed one another our test results, we relaxed into comfortable small talk learning about the amenities on the surrounding islands, and decided to order more drinks.
Evie fidgets beside me, uncrossing and recrossing her legs.
I knew she was wet, probably trying to squeeze her thighs together for some relief–I couldn’t leave my baby like that.
“Baby, why don’t you slide over and give our new buddy Nate some attention? He seems a little lonely so far away,” I whisper in her ear.
Evie gives me a shy smile biting her lip sliding next to Nathan. Her hand rubs his thigh as she leans into him easing her way to his bulge. Nathan drapes his arm across her shoulder, his fingertips caressing her collarbone before moving his touch to her bicep.
“You can touch, Evie girl, don’t be shy,” Nate drawls as his hand captures her breast, fondling her erect nipple.
My wife’s hand dips into the band of his pants, his eyes closing from her hand fisting his hard-on.
He looks so alluring, biting his lip savoring my wife’s soft hand on his manhood.
His head tilting back, giving me the perfect view of his neck line down to his chest–the light sprinkling of hair poking out from the unbuttoned portion of his shirt.
“Sammie, come show our new friend how my pussy likes to be touched,” Evie urges.
I move, closing the small distance between us. Evie stands as Nathan raises the hem of her dress to allow me more access to her core. She sits, spreading her legs one leg over my thigh and the other over Nate’s, making sure he has a good view.
“Evie baby, you ain’t got on no panties,” I remark, my southern twang popping out.
“I wanted to be a good girl and follow directions,” she pouted lustfully.
My touches start slow, teasing, avoiding contact with her clit. Using a single finger I caress her vulva, instructing Nate to insert his blunt fingers into her wet canal. Her breath hitches, her fist working his shaft slowly, then quickens as mine and Nate's thumbs work her clit in tandem.
“You like having this pussy played with in public,” Nate smiles in her ear, his eyes trained on the booth across from us, “putting on a show for our fan across the way makes you wetter, huh?”
The woman across the way is laser focused on us, her hand concealed by the table but the vigorous motion of her arm told me she was just as committed to getting her orgasm as Nate and I were to delivering Evie’s. Her cheeks are flushed, mouth open trapped in the median just before orgasm hits.
“Baby, you like it when they watch,” I tease. “You think she wants to see you take both of us at the same time?”
“I think she wants to taste you,” Nathan chuckles, “but too bad she’ll have to wait in line.”
“Your pretty pussy is greedy for those fingers tonight, huh, baby,” I ask her, breaking our eye contact with the onlooker, gripping my wife’s chin forcing her eyes back to me. “She can’t have you tonight, can she?”
“You think this tight pussy can handle us both tonight, Evie girl?” Nathan asks seductively.
Evie’s vigorous nod is the only permission I need to make her come.
She’s so wet that when my fingers slide inside of her to join Nathan’s to stretch her out more, there are no signs of discomfort on her face, only desire.
Curling my fingers to glide her G-spot as Nathan pumps his finger in and out.
Her pulsating pussy has a vice grip on our fingers as Evie shatters under our diligent touches.
Her orgasm makes a mess of our hands, her essence dripping when her tight channel finally releases us.
Nathan cleans her mess from his fingers, licking up every offering her body gave to him. I wondered if she would taste even better off of his fingers. I offer mine to her, allowing her to taste herself before I suck the cum off her lips.
“I knew you’d taste as good as you looked,” Nate moans around his fingers.
Evie’s breathing calms as we right her dress standing from the booth.
Sparing a glance over at our voyeur to see she is sated as well, we leave the entertainment lounge.
We enter a comfortable silence as the three of us make our way to our suite.
Evie turns to us giving us a lusty smile as we reach the door.
“Ready for round two?”