The port looming before both boats was on the island, just adjacent to the port of Placentia. It was identified as Placentia Caye. James indicated that our destination was Prana Maya Island Resort. I asked why, and he said Rachel needed to keep the surprise.
We docked almost at the same time as Rachel's and Laura’s boat. Climbing out and onto the dock, Rachel was smiling ear to ear. James was much less so. We walked toward a row of houses at the end of the dock. Laura and I were puzzled, assuming at first that James and Rachel meant for us to spend the afternoon at the resort.
“Well, how do you two like the Prana Maya?” Rachel asked.
“It is an amazing site,” I answered.
“What are we doing here, Rachel?” Laura wanted to know.
“James’ Uncle John is a part-owner of the resort,” Rachel responded.
“That doesn’t answer Laura’s question,” I added.
“Let’s show them first, James,” Rachel said.
We walked to one of the houses—no, they are called villas—on the seafront. The villa was a sight. There was a private pool with a view of the lagoon. This was a dream house. We couldn’t see much of the inside, but it was a modern design and had beautiful surrounding vegetation.
“Like it?” Rachel asked.
“Yes, can we just squat in it and never leave?” I joked.
“You can squat for two weeks, but you need to pay for the food,” James said, not smiling.
“Sorry, we already have a room that is paid for on the mainland,” Laura interjected.
“Okay, Laura, you need to know what James did while we were at the island having fun,” Rachel started.
“While you were all romping on the high seas, I was moving all your things to this place. My uncle had a villa that was not rented for a couple of weeks because of a cancellation. So, I asked him if we could commandeer the villa for that time. I told him it was for Rachel and a couple of her friends,” James explained.
“His Uncle John is a real fan of mine,” Rachel said.
“You and your spouses have this place for a couple of weeks, no extra charge—except the food,” Rachel said. And I will need to watch and see that you don’t damage anything, and James will watch me,” Rachel laughed.
“Rachel, James, this is incredible. Thank you so much, and your uncle is so kind,” Laura responded for both of us.
“Thank you all,” I added, still in shock.
“There are two bedrooms, Laura. Choose which one you like, and James and I will take the other one,” Rachel proposed.
We entered the spacious house, over three hundred square meters, with a small private pool. It was an incredible house. We chose our room and transferred our baggage. The lagoon view left us speechless.
Rachel came into the room and asked us if we minded moving here. We laughed. Although the room on the beach was good, this was a big upgrade. Rachel described that she had talked with James, and he was just a little hesitant to try what we had done last night. But she talked with him, and he would try it, but maybe not that first night.
The villa was more than we could have hoped. It was fantastic in every way. We couldn’t believe James’ uncle had been so nice to let us use the villa for two weeks. Our spouses wouldn't understand this. I really liked Julia’s, but this was impossible to refuse. A king-size bed and a private pool on the edge of the sea. They would wonder what we did, and then excuse us for whatever it was.
We arranged our things in the bathroom and relaxed on the bed after the morning activity. Rachel and James arranged the room where they would stay. I hoped we wouldn’t put James in a bad position.
To address the situation, we went to Rachel’s and James’ room to talk briefly with James.
“James, we are overwhelmed by the villa. We don’t want to be any trouble. We liked Julia's, and that was right on the beach. If you think that this will be a problem, we can go back there,” I offered.
“No problem at all, Tom. My uncle is great, and I have done a lot for him to take care of the people who rent here. It is not uncommon for me to take them out on a larger boat for multiple days, without charging them for staying on the boat, just a guide fee. So, he was happy to let you stay,” James answered.
“Rachel tells me you both are married, but not to each other. That is a weird situation because she tells me that they will arrive in about five days. Rachel and I can stay on the fold-out couch downstairs, but won’t explaining things be difficult?” James continued.
“We will stay with our spouses when they arrive, because we aren’t sure how they will take it. We have a long Belizean vacation in some different spots, so we hope things will work out,” I responded.
“Okay. I just don’t want anyone to have a bad experience,” James said.
“Don’t worry, James, honey. You are so concerned. I think that they will work things out to everyone’s satisfaction, and both Laura and Tom are very giving people. You will see how they are in a short time,” Rachel added.
We took a little while and arranged our room. It was much more spacious than our room at Julia’s, but we missed the beach proximity. The room was so well-lighted by the sun and decorated with a professional touch.
“Hey Rachel, we are all set to relax,” I hollered below.
“Come on down then. Let’s relax out back by the pool,” she responded.
We walked downstairs and were a little surprised that Rachel had removed her clothes and was standing nude before us as if nothing were different. Her breasts, punctuated by the pink nipples, were round and stood out. Her straight, thin, trimmed patch of pubic hair stopping just above her heavenly crevasse presented an invitation, but I couldn’t just drop to my knees in this case, and James was there.
“Come on, Rach. You should be cool about this. You are really too blatant,” James admonished.
“You know me, James. I am always nude if I know someone, and they have seen me already today,” Rachel told him directly.
“Okay. I hope you didn’t forget I have a tour this afternoon, followed by a night diving tour. The night tour should finish before nine, but I won't get back here until after eleven with all the arranging I need to do,” James explained.
”You will find some snacks and drinks in the cupboards and fridge,” he continued, “so make yourselves at home. Later in the week, you can have one of the chefs come and cook dinner for us. That is a perk that my uncle allowed us to keep.”
“Enjoy the villa and don’t break anything. That is for you, Rachel. I will see you all this evening,” James finished as he went out the door.
We said goodbye as Rachel caught him just before he stepped outside in the doorway and kissed him passionately while she discreetly moved her hand to fondle him. We laughed a little as we thought that working on a boat with an erection for a long time would be difficult to conceal.
“Rachel, you are a nasty woman going just outside like that and feeling his cock before he left,” Laura giggled.
“Let’s go outside and sit by the pool,” Rachel ordered.
The midafternoon sun was still strong, but the villa offered some shade. Laura and I settled into the lounge chairs, and Rachel came out to join us.
“What the hell are you two doing with your clothes on?” she complained.
We acted like obedient soldiers and quickly shed our garments. It was hot and humid, with a light breeze feeling good on our bodies. There were chaise longues for relaxing, but the pool was very tempting. Descending the stairs into the water, I realized that the water was almost the same temperature as the air. That slight difference allowed me to enter the pool without hesitation. The pool was small and not deep but private and refreshing.
Seeing me enter the pool, Rachel took a place on the edge, dangling her legs in the pool. Her breasts swayed rhythmically as she kicked at the water. Her nonsexual movement had sexual implications for me. Laura watched me approach like a shark with prey. Her body beckoned me with its motion, and her sly smile betrayed that she knew I couldn’t resist her.
I was below Rachel in the water, about five feet deep (one hundred fifty centimeters), but I remained on the bottom by bending my legs. My head was at her knee level. Rachel’s legs were parted but open. If I were a shark stalking prey, she would have been fishing for sharks. Laura watched us as I started to stroke Rachel’s legs. Abruptly, she stopped kicking the water. I moved in between her legs and kissed up her legs, which prompted her to touch my head and move it closer to her.
“You better not stop there, Tom. I am not going to let you,” Rachel intimated.
Rachel moved herself to the very edge of the pool. Her womanhood was clearly visible. I moved up her thighs and gave her soft bites, moving closer. I started to lick and peck at her pussy lips. She continued to hold and caress my head.
“Good boy, but give me more,” Rachel commanded.
We weren’t watching Laura, who had grabbed a thin mat and placed it behind Rachel’s ass. Laura moved behind Rachel and kissed her neck. Her hands reached around to knead Rachel's breasts, and Rachel started to moan from the attention.
My tongue ran the length of her slit, and I held her legs. She was being stimulated by Laura and me, with more to come. Laura moved to Rachel's side and turned Rachel’s head as she kissed her deeply.
Lowering Rachel onto her back, Laura continued to kiss and suck on her tongue. With Rachel finally on her back, Laura broke off her kiss briefly.
“Eat me, Rach. I am so wet,” Laura panted.
Laura turned, lifted a leg over Rachel’s head, and repositioned her hands on the prone woman.
“Your nipples are so hard and pointed,” Laura teased as she pinched them in her fingers.
“Beautiful pussy, Laura. Bring it down here,” Rachel said as she gently sucked on Laura’s leg as she pulled Laura’s dampness to her mouth.
Laura could feel her folds part as Rachel sucked on her lips and her tongue flicked. A jolt of electricity hit Laura as Rachel found her love bud. Laura moved her slit back and forth over Rachel’s mouth.
The celebration of our new habitat was underway. Thanking Rachel was incredible. Her sauce was flowing as I had my mouth over her pussy, and Laura’s presence only accentuated Rachel’s pleasure. Her hips moved up and down, and her moans penetrated Laura, spurring me to provide Rachel more satisfaction.
“Stop, Tom. Fuck me. I need cock!” Rachel exclaimed, breaking briefly from embracing Laura’s womanhood.
I methodically rose from my position between her legs. I marveled at Laura rocking and shaking on Rachel’s face. Laura’s trance-like stare told me she was close to a release. Just a couple of days earlier, Laura didn't know if she would like being with a woman.
Placing my rod at the entrance to Rachel’s love tunnel, she jerked her body as I slipped into her soaked hole. My slow entrance was met with a rapid desire for my hardness by Rachel. Laura was in front of me, and I grasped her breasts and kissed her as my cock was deep into Rachel.
Laura shook and broke our kiss as her head went back and then forward. I moved out of her way as Laura’s gush flooded Rachel and then spilled onto her chest. It was arousing to see Laura so out of herself. These last few days, we had bonded with each other, and Rachel was now part of our experience.
Laura’s pleasure had subsided, but Rachel was not yet sated. Laura lifted her leg over Rachel’s head, turned around, bent over, and kissed Rachel with a passionate embrace that had them both moaning.
“That was maybe the best head anyone ever offered me. Sorry, Tom,” Laura said, breaking her kiss.
“Fuck her good, Tom. She needs you to give her a hefty dose of man milk,” Laura told me.
Coming up to me, she kissed me, and I tasted her and Rachel on my tongue. An aphrodisiac that accelerated my passion. I pumped Rachel, and she was groaning with pleasure.
Laura broke our kiss and went behind us. I moved one leg and then another out from between Rachel’s legs. She was now between my legs. I bent over, leaned onto Rachel’s lovely body, kissed her, and my hands found her breasts as we rocked together.
Laura behind me started playing with my balls and pushing on the base of my shaft. I felt her slowly approaching and then had a shock as she sucked and licked my balls. It made me want to cum, but I wanted to give Rachel pleasure before that happened.
“Damn, Tom, my button is pressed. Give me seed,” Rachel enthusiastically requested.
I wanted this to go on and to cum at the same time. This sensory excess was not going to last. We continued for a few minutes, and then Rachel’s wetness became a pool of her cum.
“You fuckin' cock, give it to my cunt,” she said as she squirted, soaking us both and bucking wildly with her orgasm.
Laura pressed on the base of my hardon. The feeling of Rachel reacting sent me over the edge, and I felt my cock contract and expand to release my semen into Rachel’s love tunnel. Laura was fondling me as her other hand caressed my back and ass. It left us in a heap, and I thought that was it.
That idea was premature as Laura helped me ease out of Rachel, but her pressure on the base of my penis just before the perineum kept me hard.
“Let me clean you up,” Laura moaned as she turned me around and took my still hard cock into her mouth, lovingly enveloping me with her arms.
“Suck him good, Laura. Show me. I want to see you take that meat deep,” Rachel commanded.
Laura continued to suck and took me deep. However, she also had another surprise for us. Breaking off her post-coital fellatio, she moved me aside and headed for Rachel. Spreading her legs, she descended to attack the white liquid that was oozing out of Rachel.
“Oh, bitch, that is so good; lick me,” Rachel groaned.
I played a little with Laura’s breasts and kissed her back and neck as she tasted the cocktail that Rachel and I prepared. It was a new experience for all of us. I moved to Rachel and kissed her as I fondled her breasts and rolled her still-hardened nipples in my fingers.
Finally, Laura, Rachel, and I were satisfied for the moment. We lay next to each other in front of the pool with Rachel in the middle and contemplated the fates that had brought us together. We had time and were going to enjoy that together.
“You will like getting to know James,” Rachel blurted out as we had a group hug.
We sat up and then moved to the pool, descending the steps together, and the warm water was refreshing.
“James won’t be back early tonight, but we both have a day free tomorrow. If you like, we can do some exploring,” Rachel suggested.
“What kind of exploring, Rachel?” Laura asked, with a hint at another activity.
“Whatever you want, you horny woman. But I was thinking about seeing if we could see some manatees,” Rachel clarified.
“That would be great,” I added.
"I didn't think that there were manatees this far away from Florida," Laura wondered.
"Yes, there are some in the area, but James will be the person to take us. He is a marine biologist," Rachel answered.
“Yes, but we shouldn’t stop there,” Laura said in a slightly dejected manner.
"Don't worry, Laura, there are always things that we can do," Rachel responded, blinking with a devilish smile to suggest that our trip would not be limited to viewing sea cows.
