It was sunny and warm again the next day. Erin adjusted her suit bottom and shifted in her lounge chair. “Baby,” she said, leaning over toward Luke, “will you put some more sunscreen on my shoulders?”
“Is that the only place you want it?” Luke asked coyly, glancing over at his topless wife. The midday sun was hot, and the breeze felt nice, blowing in from the ocean. Luke and Erin had spent the lazy morning soaking in the Vietnamese sunshine at the resort. Erin had quickly shed her bikini top, and Luke was struggling to keep his attention on his book and not on his wife’s gorgeous tits.
“Yes, please, just my shoulders,” Erin laughed. “Everything else is bronzing nicely. My bikini bottom tan line is coming along, though.”
Luke rubbed some sunscreen lotion on his hands and then across Erin’s shoulders. “You mean the tiny triangle patch of fabric you’re calling a bikini bottom?” Luke joked.
Erin laughed. “I don’t think you’d like it to be any bigger, baby,” she replied, then changed the topic. “I wonder how Andrew and Sofia are doing in Cambodia?”
Luke shook his head. “You mean, are they enjoying Angkor Wat more than they would have enjoyed staying here with us?”
“Come on, Luke, remember that we just met them. They’d been hoping to see those ruins for a long time.”
“That’s true, Erin. They said they’ll be back in a few days, anyhow. We still have plenty of time to play once they return.” Luke finished with the sunscreen and set it on the small table between their lounge chairs, then motioned to the server standing nearby.
“Two Mai Tais, please,” Luke said, not bothering to check the time. It was five o’clock somewhere. The waiter bowed slightly, then departed for the bar.
“Ooo, that sounds good,” Erin said. She rolled over onto her stomach. Luke took a long look at her sexy ass and the way her breasts pressed out from her sides. He glanced up just in time to notice Natasha, the Russian ballet dancer, walking toward them.
“My American friends, good to see you this lovely morning — or afternoon, or whatever the fuck time it is here.” Natasha waved her cocktail glass in the air, and it was clearly not the first of the day for her. She was wearing high wedge sandals that made her thin, dancer legs look especially long, and her skimpy yellow bikini was barely concealing anything. Her long, dark hair was pulled back tightly into a high ponytail, which cascaded past her shoulders.
“Hi, Natasha,” Erin said with a broad smile. “Please, sit down and join us. We just ordered some drinks. Where’s your husband, Dimitri?”
“Ugh, that goon of a man was out late at the cock battle last night. He is snoring away in bed.” Natasha rolled her eyes.
“I think you mean cock fight,” Luke began, then Erin slapped his thigh. “Right, well, you’re welcome to join us here.”
“Thank you, darling,” Natasha said in her thick Russian accent, then hiccuped. “Luke, I got some great shots again this morning of the fisherman. Sadly, I didn’t see you running today.”
“Oh, I went the other direction down the beach today. There aren’t as many fishermen in that direction, by the way, just some resort hotels. None as nice as our Coco Beach, though.” Luke flexed his legs, suddenly feeling stiff from his morning run.
The server returned with two Mai Tais on a platter and leaned over to deliver them to Luke and Erin.
Erin took her drink and turned to their Russian friend. “So, Natasha, tell us more about yourself. I feel like I know you intimately,” Erin said as she lowered her sunglasses and winked, “yet I hardly know anything about you.”
“Well, darling, what is there to tell, really?” Natasha swirled her glass in the air again as she looked up in thought. “I’m the youngest of five daughters. My family is from a poor neighborhood in Moscow. I started dancing at age three, worked my way up to the Bolshoi by the time I was seventeen.”
“Wow, you’re kind of famous, then?” Luke asked, suddenly impressed with himself for fucking a celebrity.
“Famous? I would hardly say so,” Natasha frowned. “I was a background dancer for three years before hurting my ankle. Ballet is a bitch for chewing you up and spitting you out. I soon found myself working my way through Moscow’s club scene as a go-go dancer, which paid for shit. I was living in a run-down flat with four other dancers. We spent all our money on cocaine and clothing. I knew there had to be a better life.”
“Oh, wow,” Erin said compassionately. “Honey, I’m so sorry.”
Natasha pulled her head back in surprise. “Sorry? Darling, don’t feel sorry for me. I was fucking partying all the time and living better than 99% of the poor peasants in my home country. Still, I wanted to break through to the top 1%.”
“So, that’s where Dimitri came in?” Luke asked, suddenly engrossed in Natasha’s story.
“Almost. I still worked the club scene, mainly for the drugs, but one day a сутенер approached me — how do you say — pimp? I was one of the lucky ones. My pimp only had high-end call girls. I could tell you some stories for days. Oh, but I did make the news a few years ago, so I suppose I am a little famous. Well, I should say, almost famous.”
“Almost famous?” Erin asked. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you may have heard of the so-called ‘golden shower’ incident in Moscow with one of your prominent American politicians?”
“Oh. My. God! That was you?” Luke asked.
“Yes, darling, that was me, but you’re not allowed to tell anyone, okay?” Natasha said, then jiggled her tits back and forth. “I promise to make your silence worthwhile.”
Erin and Luke laughed as they glanced at each other. “Wow, I can’t believe that was you, Natasha!” Erin exclaimed, suddenly feeling impressed, but not sure why.
“Oh, I wasn’t there alone,” Natasha continued. “It was quite a party. Anyhow, that seems like a different lifetime. Like I said, only the very wealthy could afford my pimp’s prices, so I soon found myself loosely attached to some prominent people in Russia. Dimitri was one of my regulars. He would ask for me by name whenever he was in Moscow. He was married, of course, to his third wife, but she was getting…old. It wasn’t long before Dimitri was spending more time with me, anyhow. I had to sign a shit-ton of prenup documents, but here we are.”
Erin shook her head. “Well, that makes my life seem pretty boring, but I think maybe I like it that way.”
Luke gave her a playful slap on the knee. “Boring life, eh? We could do something about that.”
Natasha straightened slightly in her lounge chair. “I like the sound of that, darling. What do you have in mind?” She sucked the last of her drink through her straw.
Erin smiled from behind her sunglasses. “Don’t get me wrong, Luke. I can’t recall the last boring day I’ve had with you — especially since being here! I just meant Natasha’s life seems more exotic than my own, and I’m okay with that.”
Luke waggled his eyebrows up and down. “Still, Erin, we could make today a little more interesting. Don’t you agree, Natasha?”
Natasha swung her feet onto the sand. “Luke, I’m always down to make things more interesting. My place or yours?”
Erin’s heart jumped in her chest, and she felt a fire in her belly when she realized Natasha’s intent. “You mean — right now?” Erin asked.
“Sure, why not?” Natasha replied. “The sun and beach will be here later. Erin, you look amazing, and I know what Luke is hiding in those board shorts.”
Luke felt himself getting aroused, and was concerned he might not be able to walk down the beach to his bungalow without a tent pole in another minute. “What do you both say to heading back to our place? Natasha, you said Dimitri is sleeping in your bungalow.”
“Oh, right, I forgot,” Natasha said, then adjusted her top ever so slightly. “Sure, let’s go fuck at your place.”
Erin felt the tingle go right through her core. She wasn’t sure she’d ever grow accustomed to such overt sexuality.
Erin stood, started to don her bikini top, then shrugged and let it hang from her hand as she began sauntering toward her bungalow. It was midway down the beach, very close to where they were lounging, and half the women were topless at the beach, anyhow. She glanced over her shoulder at Luke.
“Are you coming, babe?” Erin asked with her chest out, pushing her perky breasts up.
Luke’s erection was growing harder by the moment. Despite the casual attitude of most of the beach’s inhabitants, he didn’t think the families would appreciate him walking down the beach with a raging hard-on.
“I, um, need a minute. I’ll meet you in a few,” he said.
Natasha nodded knowingly. “Don’t worry, Luke, we’ll be all hot and bothered by the time you can stand and walk less conspicuously. Come, Erin, I have some lovely ideas of what I want to do to you.” Natasha hiccuped again, set her cocktail glass on a nearby side table, and walked with Erin down the beach.
Luke leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath in through his nose, then let it out slowly through his mouth to relax. It didn’t work. Yet again, he had not one, but two gorgeous ladies wanting to fuck him. He felt embarrassed to be stuck on the lounge chair because of his wood. He briefly imagined what Erin and Natasha might do before he arrived, but quickly found that train of thought was not helpful.
“Godammit,” he said quietly to himself, then tried to relax the muscles in his shoulders and neck. He decided to give the ladies a few minutes of alone time to let the situation develop before he ‘inserted’ himself into their party.
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“Here we are, Natasha,” Erin said as she climbed the few steps to her thatched bungalow. It had a small covered front porch with a couch, where Erin had enjoyed the sounds of the breaking waves that morning before breakfast. Erin turned the knob of the front door and let herself in.
Natasha strolled in two steps behind Erin and looked the place over. It was a slightly smaller bungalow than the one she shared with Dimitri, but the basic setup was the same. The king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, and exotic mosquito netting hung from the ceiling, which gave the room a tropical feel. The teak floors and walls gave the room a warm, intimate feel. It smelled of sea air and Luke’s cologne.
“Very nice, Erin,” Natasha said as she reached out to graze her hand against the bed netting. “Do you and Luke fuck a lot in here?”
Erin turned, open-mouthed, to look at Natasha. She decided it was a fair question, considering what they were coming here to do.
“Actually, yes,” Erin replied and tried her best to avoid blushing. “Well, here and several other places on the resort property, to be honest.”
“Good for you guys!” Natasha exclaimed proudly. “You’re young and in love and should fuck everywhere you can. I have to sleep with that oaf of a husband, which is not so bad, but I really get my thrills elsewhere, if you know what I mean.”
“Sure,” Erin said, not sure what else to say.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Natasha continued. “He gets plenty on the side, too. Our marriage is more of an arrangement than true love. But — you never know how things may turn out.”
“Luke and I are finding some excitement in the ‘side’ experiences, too, although I would say that we are very much in love. More now than ever before, actually.” This time, Erin couldn’t help blushing.
“Aww, that’s adorable,” Natasha said in all sincerity. “I’m so happy for you both. Blessings on you now and always. But for now, darling, your bare tits are turning me on, and I’d like to feel your silky smooth skin again.”
Erin felt her core start to melt at Natasha’s desire, and suddenly also wanted to taste Natasha’s wonderful womanly pleasures. Erin dropped her bikini top on the dark wood floor and slipped her thumbs into the sides of her bikini bottoms, then slid them off. Her tan lines were moderately visible on her breasts, but her bikini bottom tan lines were superb.
“Oh, my god, Erin,” Natasha said, admiring the pale pink triangle of Erin’s tan lines. “You look so sexy, I could devour you.”
“Please do,” Erin squeaked, suddenly unable to fully voice her desires.
Erin sat down on the large bed, then scooted back until her heels were on the edge. She leaned back on her elbows and spread her knees, opening her pink slit to Natasha’s view.
“Natasha, will you please lick my pussy?” Erin asked breathlessly, unsure why she was feeling nervous after all of her earlier encounters.
“Darling, you know I will,” Natasha ignored her own skimpy yellow bikini and climbed onto the bed on her knees between Erin’s legs. She straightened up on her knees and towered over Erin, looking down with awe at the sight of Erin displayed so vulnerably. Natasha smiled, then reached up and adjusted her high ponytail and flicked her dark hair back over her shoulder.
“I will show you how my pussy was licked for the first time by another Bolshoi dancer many years ago. I’ve not found anyone who could lick my pussy like she could. Maybe you will agree.”
Natasha raised her left knee and placed it on the outside of Erin’s right thigh, then climbed over with her right knee until she was tangential to Erin on the bed. Natasha’s right hand roamed over Erin’s smooth belly, traced her mound, then slipped between the succulent pink folds of Erin’s slit, eliciting a moan of pleasure.
Natasha’s other hand roamed upwards to Erin’s breast and gently caressed it, then gave her pink nipple a gentle pinch, causing Erin to shudder.
“You see,” Natasha continued, as if she were delivering a master class on lesbian lovemaking, “the trick is to stimulate as much of your lover at the same time as possible. This is what I learned from my Bolshoi friend, and this is what I want to demonstrate to you.”
Erin was jelly, waiting in anticipation for what was coming next. Luke was all but forgotten at the moment.
Natasha lay down on her belly next to Erin’s hip, forming a “T” shape with their bodies. Erin instinctively spread her leg nearest to Natasha further, opening her sweet folds to Natasha’s longing gaze. Natasha’s right hand was still sliding playfully up and down Erin’s pink folds, but she was careful to apply just enough pressure to avoid tickling, but not enough to provide satisfaction. Natasha’s fingers were slick with Erin’s juices, and Natasha raised her hand to her mouth to lick the sweet nectar.
“Mmm, baby, you taste so good,” Natasha cooed in her lovely accent.
“Please, Natasha, please lick me,” Erin panted as she squeezed her own nipple.
As a response, Natasha returned her fingers to Erin’s loveliness and inserted a delicate finger inside Erin’s slit and leaned her head forward. Her breath on Erin’s wet clitoral hood caused a slight spasm of pleasure to run up Erin’s spine. Then Natasha flicked her tongue across Erin’s clit from right to left as she made a “come hither” motion with her finger. Erin moaned, and Natasha repeated the motion again and again.
“That feels so good, Natasha!” Erin gasped. Erin clutched the sheets with one hand as she twisted her nipple with the other. Natasha’s hands were busy fingering Erin with one hand while she caressed Erin’s breast with the other.
Natasha’s tongue flew across Erin’s clit from right to left, providing a different sensation to Erin than being licked from bottom to top as she had experienced in the past. Erin felt herself nearing her first orgasm. Her toes curled, and she thrust her hips towards Natasha’s exotic face.
Natasha heard footfalls on the steps behind her and the sound of the door slowly opening. She smiled, hoping Luke would like the view.
Luke stepped into the dimness of the bungalow and let his eyes adjust from the brightness of the sunlight. He saw Natasha lying on her belly sideways across their bed, and Erin was lying with her head on the pillow. Natasha’s perfect ass was gently shaking side to side under her skimpy yellow bikini bottoms as she buried her face in Erin’s crotch. Erin’s toes were curled, and the cute moaning sounds from Erin informed him that she was close to cumming.
He closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall, content to observe the erotic scene before him for a moment, but Natasha had other plans.
“Mmm, Luke, darling, come over here and fuck me while I fuck your beautiful wife,” Natasha said, taking a momentary break from licking Erin.
“Yes, Luke,” Erin said breathlessly. “I want you to fuck Natasha. Whatever she’s doing feels so fucking good!”
Instantly, Luke felt himself harden again. At least he had made it back to the bungalow without a tent pole in his shorts, but now it was back.
Luke smiled. “That’s a great idea, girls,” he said as he slipped his board shorts to the ground and stepped toward the bed.
Natasha went back to licking and finger fucking Erin as Luke slid Natasha’s tiny yellow bikini down her long legs in one motion, revealing her absolutely perfect ass. Her bald, swollen pussy lips were visible pressed against the bed. Luke straddled Natasha’s thighs on his knees and took his cock in his hand. He slid the tip of his cock against Natasha’s wetness a few times, eliciting a groan of pleasure, then he slowly entered her.
Natasha’s pussy felt incredibly tight with her thighs together as Luke fucked her from behind. He thrust his long, erect cock into Natasha over and over. From his vantage point above the girls, he could watch Natasha licking and fingering Erin as he fucked Natasha. He made eye contact with Erin, whose face was screwed up in an expression of extreme pleasure. He knew she was balanced on the wonderful edge of a powerful orgasm.
A moment later, Erin arched her neck and her body spasmed in blissful release. Natasha’s tongue flew across Erin’s swollen clitoris, which poked out from under its hood. At the last moment, Natasha inserted a second finger into Erin’s cunt for additional pressure. Erin’s orgasm lasted for more than a minute.
Luke was so turned on by watching his wife’s pleasure that he had to pull out of Natasha to avoid cumming himself. He wanted this to last for himself, although he clearly knew the girls would be just fine without his cock.
Natasha raised herself to a kneeling position and gazed down at Erin’s beautiful body. “Darling, you are incredible,” Natasha said.
“I can say the same about you! I’m going to steal your moves, you know,” Erin joked, still shuddering slightly from her intense orgasm.
Luke smiled. “I can say I enjoyed the view. You both look so sexy!”
“Well, darling, I’m not done with you yet,” Natasha said slyly as she turned her face toward Luke and glanced down at his throbbing member. “I want some more of your delicious cock inside of me.” Natasha pulled on her bikini top ties until the small triangles of fabric covering her pert nipples fell to the bed. She was still on her knees facing Erin, and she leaned forward until she was on all fours with her pussy exposed to Luke.
Erin rolled over on her side and kissed Natasha, then glanced up at Luke. “Oh, baby, please fuck Natasha like this. I want to watch you and touch myself.”
Luke needed no further encouragement and positioned himself between Natasha’s calves. He gripped her slender waist and buried his cock deep inside Natasha’s wetness.
Natasha yelped, then moaned in pleasure. Erin felt herself instantly aroused again and began circling her middle finger against her already swollen clitoris.
Luke thrust into Natasha repeatedly while pulling her toward himself, using her hips as handles to control the pace and rhythm of their lovemaking. Natasha threw her head forward and back as she cried out encouragements in Russian and English, urging him to go faster and harder. Luke obliged to her demands, and soon he was pounding into Natasha with a vigor he’d rarely experienced.
Natasha orgasmed in a few minutes from the intensity of their fucking and momentarily pulled herself away from Luke. His cock twitched in pleasure as Natasha’s juices dripped onto the bed. The smell of her sex filled the room.
Erin paused, fingering herself, stood up, and walked around the bed to kneel behind Luke on the mattress. She pressed her tits against Luke’s tan back and ground her mound into Luke’s tight ass muscles.
“Keep going, baby,” Erin encouraged Luke. “Trust me, she wants more.”
Luke’s eyebrows raised in surprise, and Natasha looked back over her shoulder and nodded. Luke gripped Natasha’s waist again and pulled her back toward himself. She rose on her knees and pressed her ass back toward Luke’s hips. Natasha arched her back and ran her fingers over her scalp as Luke reached around to cup her perfect tits. Luke slid easily back inside of Natasha’s wet pussy and began to gently fuck her again.
The three of them pressed their bodies together, with Luke in the middle. Erin pushed her hips forward with each of Luke’s thrusts, as if she were contributing to fucking Natasha, too. Natasha’s hips rocked back and forth in time with Luke and Erin’s thrusting. Erin reached around and gripped Natasha’s ass, then slapped it, bringing a groan of pleasure from Natasha.
Luke loved the feeling of his wife pressing against his back and the feel of Natasha’s fit body in front of him. Each thrust brought him closer to climax.
“Ladies, I’m about to explode!” Luke exclaimed, gripping Natasha’s hips tighter as he pulled her back toward himself. He went balls deep into Natasha’s tight pussy.
“Oh, yes, darling, I’m cumming again, too!” Natasha cried as her body began to spasm.
“Give it to both of us, Luke, cum on our faces!” Erin said as she repositioned herself beside Luke.
Luke loved that idea and withdrew from Natasha’s spasming cunt. She yelped in surprise, but quickly recovered. Luke stood on the bed and reached up to steady himself on a ceiling beam as he turned toward the two women kneeling on the crisp white sheets.
“Oh, fuck, here I cum!” he cried as he gripped his glistening, rock-hard cock and gave it a few pumps.
Erin and Natasha brought their faces together and kneeled shoulder to shoulder on the bed, with Luke towering over them. They glanced at each other and grinned. Natasha was still quivering slightly from her second orgasm. They kissed as Luke shot a load of semen across their cheeks. Erin yelped in surprise, then smiled up at her husband, and both women opened their mouths and extended their tongues, creating two pink targets for the next round of Luke’s spunk. He shot rope after rope until he was spent. The two women glanced back at each other. Erin giggled, then they kissed, exchanging mouthfuls of Luke’s cum as Luke collapsed, panting on the bed.
“Mmm, darling, that was incredible,” Natasha cooed as she lay her head down in the crux of Luke’s shoulder.
“I loved it, too, baby,” Erin said as she nuzzled into Luke’s other shoulder.
The three of them lay quietly for several minutes, the sound of Luke’s heavy breathing competing with the surf for the dominant sound.
Eventually, Erin whispered and broke the silence. “Natasha, would you like to stay here for a while?”
Luke felt Natasha shake her head. “No,” she said, “I need to get back to that oaf of a husband of mine. He loves to hear about my side adventures; it always makes him horny. I’m only beginning my afternoon.”
Luke felt a little jealous over losing Natasha’s company, but knew that Erin was yet to be satisfied for the day. The three rose from the bed, Erin and Natasha embraced, and then kissed tenderly, before Natasha silently donned her bikini.
“I’ll see you both very soon, I hope,” Natasha said. “Do svidaniya.”
“Same to you,” Erin said as Natasha slipped out of the front door.
