Sandi cruising the Mayan Riveria
written by:
philogynist

Sandi and I love Mexico at any time of the year. It is always warm and filled with hard working, friendly people. It is also an easy, direct 4 ½ hour flight from Calgary which is fantastic when Calgary is in the grip of a deep freeze at 43 below. For any of you who have never experienced 43 below all I can say is - don't even think about trying to pee outside.

We've been to Puerto Vallarta so many times that we finally decided to buy a little condo there. I have many Sandi stories to tell you about PV but this one is about Playa del Carmen - on the other side of the country. The Caribbean side.

I have an old school chum named Allan. He and I actually roomed together as we struggled our way through University so we are good friends. Sandi likes him too. Several years ago we'd had a really fun threesome together. She loves his athletic body and his very thick cock. It is no longer than mine but it is a lot thicker and it is unique. It has a smallish head and expands back into an organ of very prodigious girth. Sort of like a wedge. She likes that.

Al inherited a great deal of money a few years ago which combined with his savings, set him up quite nicely. He sold his dental practice, retired at very young age, bought a small airplane, a large yacht, a condo in Texas and a home on Vancouver island. Pretty well fixed.

Like Sandi and me, Al also fell in love with Mexico. His preference though was the Caribbean side so he bought a nice little one-bedroom condo on the beach in Playa del Carmen. He could have bought anything he wanted of course but a one-bedroom suits his needs since he spends most of his time on his boat which is significantly larger than the condo. At this point in his life he is single. Again.

Al picked us up at the airport and whisked immediately to the marina where we boarded his home-on-a-hull. Hardly roughing it. Sixty eight feet of posh. In no time suitcases were stored, swim trunks and in Sandi's case, a miniscule thong bikini, were donned, drinks were poured and we were on our way.

About twenty minutes out a new round of beverages was being enjoyed when Al shut down the engines and gathered us around so he could tell us the rules of the boat. He and I had gone over them previously on the phone but this was Sandi's first exposure. The rules were simple and applied equally to everyone so that no one would feel picked on. When we were a kilometer from shore all women on the boat had to be topless and when we were two klicks out, the bottoms had to go too. Simple. And fair because they didn't discriminate. They applied equally to all the women on the boat.

Sipping her drink with an indulgent smile on her lips Sandi looked at the both of us. Knowing us as well as she did she was sure something like this was going to come up. I personally knew she wouldn't have much problem with the rules since she was virtually naked anyway in a tiny top that could barely restrain her gorgeous boobs and a bottom that was not much more than dental floss. She does like to tantalize her men.

I actually expected her to merely indulge us and take her top off so I was quite surprised with her next pronouncements.

"OK. I'll go along with those rules as long as both of you go along with mine."

Eager as we were to see her completely naked we both agreed before we'd even heard them.

"First, if I am going to be your toy for the next week, I expect to be pampered. I don't cook. I don't clean. I don't make beds. You two do everything."

That was a no brainer. Al and I nodded our approval in unison.

"Second, I am not going to be the only naked person on this boat. You want to look at what I've got well, surprise, surprise. I want to see what you've got and have it available as well."

Again Al and I nodded in unison like a couple of wobbly dolls.

"Third" she said looking down at the tents in our trunks, "It is more than obvious what your intentions are and that you both want me. You can both touch me up and enjoy me as much as you want during the day but there will be no sucking or fucking unless I say so. If I get too horny one of you can eat me. If your balls get too blue you have to take care of that yourself unless the offer comes from me. All the fucking will happen after you have served me my dinner and cleaned up."

"I will take the master stateroom with the big bed. Since he is the captain I will sleep with Al tonight so you, Mike, will be relegated to the guest room listening and taking care of your own business unless I invite you in to play with the two of us. You know I love to have one to suck on while I am getting fucked but I'll make my mind up about that in the spur of the moment. Tomorrow night I'll belong to you while Al listens and takes matters into his own hands."

After having gotten our agreement to her conditions, Sandi wasted no time in stripping off her tiny suit and standing naked before us waited for us to reciprocate. That naughty little smile hooked the edges of her lips as she looked at two very hard cocks bobbing in her direction.

She was actually quite merciless throughout that whole afternoon. While one of us piloted the boat the other would be serving drinks, applying suntan oil or massaging Sandi's naked body while she lay in the sun on the padded bow area designed for that purpose. Whenever she thought either of us was drooping a little she'd stroke us or take us in her mouth until we were hard as rocks again. Ruthless.

Once, while I was at the helm, I was looking at the ocean in front of us and at the same time taking in the view of Sandi's glistening body laid out just 10 or so feet in front of the cockpit. Al had just brought her a fresh drink and was massaging more oil into her sexy little back when she lifter her head and said something to him. He nodded enthusiastically and she turned over presenting her breasts and smooth little pussy to his gaze. And hands. I noticed her smile as she poured some oil into her hands and began to stroke his already rampant dick with one hand while massaging his balls with the other. From the look on his face I was sure he was going to lose it right there and then but being the master she is, Sandi knew the moment was rapidly approaching and much to his consternation, stopped her ministrations. Rules are rules after all and she loves to be in charge.

She settled back down onto the bow pad and allowed Al to caress her body again from the face down. Predictably he spent a lot of time on her magnificent boobs which I know was just fine with her. When his hands finally reached her pussy she allowed him to play with her clit for a few minutes and finger fuck her with ever increasing enthusiasm until she caught his wrist to arrest the movement and said something else to him. The poor bastard was in agony I am sure because I could see the precum shining on the tip of his swollen cock. In response to whatever Sandi had told him he crabbed around to her feet and crawled up between her oily thighs which she tantalizingly spread for him. She then bent her knees up so her feet were flat on the pad and nodded to him. No further instruction seemed to be required as he dived in and began to eat her with the kind of eagerness she loves. She was definitely into the scene because in no time her thighs began to stiffen and quiver, her abdominal muscles began to twitch, her back arched up off the pad and she exploded in an orgasm that even I could hear in the cockpit over the sound of the engine.

Two hours later Al was driving. I had just come up from the galley with three fresh drinks and an ever bouncing hard-on. Sandi had abandoned the sunning pad because she didn't want to burn. Still naked she was kneeling in front of Al engaging in one of her most favorite past times - sucking a cock. Seeing me she stood, took her drink, flopped down on the seating bench beside the instrument panel and spreading her legs again said:

"I need to cum again. Eat me."

Of course I had no problem with that and in a flash I was on my knees between hers. I knew for a fact that she hadn't been fucked yet but her pussy looked like it was more than ready for business. Her lips were engorged, her clit was swollen and peeking out from under its little hood and her vagina was in full flood. The only thing missing was the telltale redness her labia take on after a cock has been plundering her. Right from day one in our relationship she's told me that the quickest way to get her wet is to put a cock in her mouth. It appears that nothing has changed. Again, she came in minutes, a true testament to her level of excitement. As I lifted my dripping face away from her honey pot I noticed Al wiping his load off the consol below the wheel. I have no idea if he'd jacked himself off or came spontaneously when Sandi did. Watching or hearing Sandi cum is an erotic adventure in itself. Exactly how he came was irrelevant anyway. The fact was he'd gotten his rocks off and I was still throbbing with no sure relief in sight until after dinner tomorrow unless I had a visit with mother thumb and her four daughters.

By this time I had a set of blue balls like never before. I was seriously hoping my darling bride would take pity on me and at least blow me but such was not to be. Rules are rules after all. She sidled over to where Al was still trying to control the boat and began stroking him back to life. It was obvious that part of the payment she expected from us for her cooperation in our plan was that neither of us was going to be allowed to be soft for very long. This was going to be a very long week.

As Al was coming back up to speed Sandi motioned me over and told me to masturbate for her. She loves watching guys jack off. Especially if she is the cause of the erection. In fact, she is quite proud of the fact that she makes all of her lovers masturbate for her early on in each relationship. If they won't, they're history.

Normally guys don't whack off around each other but then normally guys don't wander around naked together either unless they are partners. Since Al had just shot off all over his dash board and since I was desperate to cum I did exactly as Sandi demanded, depositing a copious load all over her gorgeous tanned tits. And this was just the first afternoon.

She was relentless. Every time she sensed that one of us was drooping she'd either play with us or herself until we were at full mast again. All the while she sent me that "I told you so, be careful what you wish for" smile.

I fired up the BBQ on the stern of the boat while Al fussed with making the salad and opening the wine. Dinner was fabulous if I do say so myself. The steaks were done perfectly, the salad divine and when it was all over we all knew what the program was. In all my years of knowing Al I had NEVER seen him go to bed before midnight. This night he stood up after dinner at nine thirty, yawned, stretched and announced that he was beat and wanted to hit the sack. His cock was rigid and throbbing about 120 beats per minute. The same rate as my heart and probably Sandi's too. He held his hand out toward Sandi and with a brief glance at me and a wink, she took it.

I puttered in the galley for a few minutes being as quiet as I could. Sure enough, within minutes of the stateroom door closing I could hear Sandi's heavy breathing. Those deep gasping inhalations she takes when she is getting fucked. I didn't think it would be possible but my cock got even harder. I was very careful not to touch it. My mind was going crazy. Was she on her back? On her knees getting it from behind? Astride and riding him like she loves to do? Shamelessly I tip-toed to the door to listen.

Separated from the two lovers by nothing more than a thin strip of wood I could hear him grunting rhythmically and even more importantly I could hear those little mewing sighs and moans Sandi makes when she is enjoying a good fuck. I could also hear the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. That convinced me that he was taking her doggie-style so now I had a picture in my head to work with. Very shortly after that, while I was standing there at the door, I heard Al growl out his climax. In my mind I could just see his steel grip on Sandi's hips while he pumped his juice into her. God knows I'd seen that enough times from years of rooming with this guy in a studio apartment. Sandi would still be on her knees but contentedly resting her forehead on her forearms which would be folded one over the other on the bed in front of her. She'd also be smiling because she really likes to get her guys off quickly the first time around so they last longer the second. And the third. Usually she does it with her mouth first off but whatever way works is just fine with her.

After listening to that first coupling, while the lovers were softly laughing, whispering and cooing, I took myself to my own lonely bed. I made sure to have a whole box of Kleenex with me because I knew I wouldn't be having any female help with my condition until after dinner tomorrow.

That whole night was blissful agony for me. Since the stateroom I was relegated to abutted the master, I could hear pretty much everything. Sandi's moans and pants. Al's grunts, their whispers, flesh against flesh and even the rustle of the sheets. There were many periods of silence when I was sure they were enjoying a well earned nap but three times I was awakened by the sounds of their love making. Twice Sandi cried out as her orgasm overtook her. That made me happy. It also made me reach for the Kleenex box again.

I got up before them and was in the galley preparing breakfast when Sandi opened the door and strolled over to me in all of her naked, very well-used glory. Al was in the shower but she knew I'd want to smell her and see her like this before she cleaned up.

Her eyes were literally sparkling as she walked up and laid a deep, cock flavored kiss on me. I was soft when she opened the door but the sight of her naked, disheveled body partially remedied that situation and the kiss completely eradicated it. She noticed and began stroking me and with a huge smile on her face said:

"Both you and I know how my night was. How was yours?"

"We have to stop in a little town somewhere and buy a new supply of Kleenex."

Through her throaty chuckle "Well, don't wear it out. I'm going to need it tonight while Al kills a few trees."

With that she released my drooling dick, turned on her heel and went to join Al in the shower. I didn't see them again for half an hour. That was a very long shower.

This Tuesday was pretty much a repeat of Monday. Naked in the sun. The only difference was that Sandi needed more attention. I could tell that she was entering into one of her sexual frenzy phases. Very often, when Sandi is getting a lot of good sex she craves more and more. She craves it much like a heroin addict craves his next fix. She spent this entire day making sure that neither of us ever got soft. She masturbated two or three times in front of us without letting us touch her because she knew it would drive us crazy. She constantly had whoever wasn't driving the boat applying sun tan lotion or massaging her. Many times she had one of the other of us go down on her. Sometimes she'd let us bring her off. Sometimes she'd stop us just short of the peak and spend the next hour or two reveling in the horny feelings in her congested pelvis. She loves that sexy, predatory sensation. Every half hour or so she'd make a great show of sliding her fingers way up into her dripping pussy then come and anoint our upper lips with her essence so we'd have her scent in our nostrils every minute. Evil woman.

Once, when I was driving I watched her take the oil from Al's hands after he'd been massaging her breasts and pussy. She was hot. Her nipples were like two cartridges. She pushed Al onto his back on the lounge and mounted him. Rode him like a bronco until it looked like he was going to cum then dismounted before either of them got off. I guess she just needed some cock but rules are rules after all and she was mine tonight.

She was like a wild woman almost all night. I started feeling a little badly for Al because of the noises she was making. I was pretty sure there wouldn't be enough Kleenex on the planet to take care of him. I was not at all surprised however when at one point in the evening she'd sucked me back to life and I was fucking her from behind when she called out for Al. I hoped he hadn't just finished jacking off because Sandi was in a state.

"Al. Come in here!" It wasn't a request.

Within two nanoseconds Al arrived carrying some impressive wood which put an even bigger smile on Sandi's face.

"Bring that beauty over here. I want to suck you while Mike fucks me."

Al didn't need a second invitation and in no time his dick was happily ensconced in Sandi's warm mouth. I don't often get to see Sandi like this. She attacked Al's cock with both hands and her mouth, stroking, slobbering and moaning like she was just on the edge of cumming herself. Maybe she was. The whole time she was blowing Al she was jack-hammering her little pussy back to meet each one of my thrusts. Al lost it before I did but not by much. As Sandi's throat muscles were working overtime to swallow Al's load, I came and pumped everything I had left into her. That seemed to be enough for her and she tilted over the top into her own ecstasy. It was an exquisite moment.

Once the dust had settled Sandi sent Al back to his own bed and snuggled her tight, wet little body up to mine as we drifted off into slumber. At some time in the dark morning hours I was awakened by her hot lips on my cock. When she was satisfied with the result of those ministrations she threw a leg over and fucked me until we both had a very happy ending. I'm sure Al knew all about that one as Sandi was even more boisterous than usual. I still wonder what she was fantasizing about to give her that kind of momentum.

I woke at about 6:30 like I normally do. Sandi's stunning naked little body was still curled up against me. I extracted myself to visit the bathroom. Whilst taking care of the bladder situation I realized I could hear activity in the galley. That was very unusual because Al rarely got up before me. I wandered out and sure enough he was up and putting breakfast together. Even during all those years we spent together in a small bachelor apartment we never spent much time together naked. It just wasn't done. But now, these days, due to Sandi's rules we had become quite comfortable being naked around each other. Erect or not. He was, I wasn't. Yet. There is no question that Sandi would take care of that situation when she got up. She likes her men hard in more ways than one.

Since we had some ground to cover (so to speak) today, Al and I hauled in the anchor and fired up the engines. It was Wednesday and we wanted to get to Kantenah for dinner. Kantenah is a very neat, little pueblo. It is busy during the day because the panga water taxis bring tons of people from the surrounding tourist towns but they are all gone by six in the evening. The snorkeling is heavenly.

Anyway, we got the anchor on board and Al was aiming us south toward Kantenah while I got the coffee and bloodies ready to go. Bloody Caesars, not Bloody Maries. Then breakfast.

Sandi arrived on deck no more than half an hour later beautifully tanned and beautifully naked. She collected her bloody and headed for the lounge. On the way she stopped to give Al a big kiss, cup his balls and stroke his hard cock a few times. He appeared determined to resist cumming as he knew he would have her all to himself to do with whatever he pleased after dinner.

Breakfast was nothing particularly special. Fresh fruit, yoghurt and a little granola but none of us had our minds on eating anything but Sandi. Sandi however, the little nymph, had other plans. She purposely drizzled yoghurt over her breasts and insisted that we lick it off for her. The game was again afoot.

We got to Kantenah about one in the afternoon after a very pleasant amble down the coast. During that amble Sandi continued to work her devious magic. I'll bet Al hasn't been hard for this long since he was a teenager. I know I haven't. We dropped anchor about a hundred meters off shore. Far enough away that no one on shore could get a good look at us because we had no intention of donning swimsuits but close enough to be able to take advantage of the glorious snorkeling. We are all certified SCUBA divers and had tanks on board but only one each so we wanted to save those for our planned dive on the barrier reef off Cozumel. We spent a fabulous afternoon playing in the water, all of us being as naughty as we could be within the parameters of Sandi's rules.

At about five Sandi advised us that she was going back on board to shower and get ready for our evening. We planned to have dinner at a nice little beach restaurant on shore. By seven we were in the Zodiac heading for shore. Sandi was wearing only sandals and a VERY short backless sundress that clung to her breasts like body paint. It was going to be impossible for her to hide the fact that she was commando and we all knew it. And loved it. At Sandi's insistence Al and I were clad in nothing more than sandals, muscle shirts and loose silk shorts. She said she wanted easy access too. That was a little difficult for us because there is nothing more obvious than an aroused male. Especially in loose, silk shorts. Neither of us has her exhibitionistic bent but we do what we have to do.

We had a few drinks and a few dances during which Sandi's purposeful spins allowed anyone who was watching to learn that not only was she commando, she was also bald. Just that afternoon during our every-other-day-shave-me-then-eat-me session she had finally relented and let us shave off even her beloved little landing strip. Several times during dinner I managed to slip a finger into her and found her dripping wet. She was enjoying this at least as much as Al and me. She loves shocking people and was reveling in the knowledge that everyone who cared to take notice would have no doubt that she was there with her TWO lovers.

Shortly after a fabulous lobster dinner and well into our second bottle of wine, Sandi excused herself to go to the little girl's room. Al and I occupied ourselves with chit-chat and watching the people on the dance floor. There really were some gorgeous women out there strutting their stuff but in our estimation, not one of them could hold a candle to Sandi. With these thoughts in mind it eventually occurred to us that Sandi had been gone an inordinately long time for just a pee break. As if on cue she sailed back up to the table. In tow she had an absolutely stunning, tanned, fit, dark haired woman who she introduced as Rachel.

I learned later that Sandi had entered a stall in the washroom, done her thing and was washing her hands when she felt the presence of someone just behind her. Looking up into the mirror she saw this luscious vision and turned toward her while drying her soaking hands. Her hands were the only things that were soaking. Rachel spoke first:

"Forgive me for being so forward but I have to tell you, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I haven't been able to take my eyes off you since the moment you walked in with those two men. You are doing them both aren't you?"

When Sandi didn't say anything her new admirer tentatively leaned forward as if to kiss her. When she met no resistance lips met lips and tongues danced briefly. Since they were both the same height, this was accomplished without strain. A brief withdrawal as hazel eyes looked questionably into brown. The message was transmitted without words and the game was afoot.

Sandi pushed Rachel back into the stall she had just abandoned, closed the door, flattened her against it and ravished her mouth with her own. When they came up for air a whimpering Rachel begged:

"Please, please, please can I see your breasts? I've been creaming myself since you got here with the thought of seeing them."

Not being one to pass up an erotic adventure, Sandi simply slipped her straps off her shoulders and bared her top to her new friend's gaze. One could predict that her two nipples were as hard as diamonds.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! They're as perfect as I knew they would be. OMG! Can I touch them?

A brief nod from Sandi was all the answer she needed as she began to suckle one while caressing the other with one of her free hands. Sandi admitted she was getting just a little week kneed by all of this unexpected adoration and sexual tension. She felt Rachel's other free hand creeping up her bare thigh toward her now dripping pussy. Wordlessly she again gave permission by spreading her legs just a little more.

As Rachel sighed and slid a finger into Sandi's molten box she released the nipple from her mouth and looking again into Sandi's eyes admitted:

"I knew you were bare because I got a few glimpses when you were on the dance floor. Now feel mine."

Without hesitation Sandi lifted Rachel's short hem and sought her goal. She found a steaming pussy that was equally as nude as her own, equally smooth and equally wet.

"I've never been out in public before without panties but when I saw you out there having so much fun and not worried about it, I took mine off right there at the table and put them in my purse. I feel so wicked and so sexy. I was going to bring myself off right there but I was afraid of how much noise I'd have made."

The whole time Rachel was speaking, Sandi was stroking Rachel's clit and sliding her finger in and out of her with the predictable results. Rachel's pelvis began to pump on Sandi's hand and her eyes began to flutter closed. In an almost whispered tone she said: "I'm Rachel, by the way."

"You are not only Rachel, you are also breathtaking."

Intensifying her gaze into Sandi's eyes Rachel slid her fingers out of Sandi and sucked them deeply into her own mouth.

"My God. You taste divine. I need more!" and with that she pushed Sandi to the toilet, and helped hoist her up so she was sitting on the top of the water tank. Rachel sat on the closed toilet seat between Sandi's thighs, her face just inches from the peach she was obviously about to devour.

Smiling down at the top of Rachel's head Sandi spread her thighs just a little more to accommodate. Within minutes Sandi was in the throws of a gut-wrenching, huffing, as silent as possible orgasm. The silence was required because just as Sandi began to cum, two more women entered the washroom and occupied the stalls on either side of Sandi and her new lover. If the doors to the stall had been transparent the ladies would have seen Rachel couched between Sandi's thighs, her face buried in her pussy. Both of Sandi's hands were at the back of Rachel's head pressing her more firmly to her task. They would have seen Sandi's head thrown back with her mouth wide open in a silent scream of ecstasy. This intrusion may have actually made the orgasm even a little more intense for Sandi. On occasion she really likes being restrained in some way when she is cumming. Imposed silence and voluntarily confined movements are a form of restraint. However, she did get off which explained the glint in her eye and her friends glazed face when they got back to the table.

After the other two women left, Sandi and Rachel exited the stall and amongst lots of girl giggles and rearranged themselves as best they could.

"I would really love to reciprocate that with you in the privacy of our own bedroom. Would you like to come back to the boat with the boys and me."

"I would love to be alone, completely naked with you in a bed and I don't mind if the guys watch us but handsome as they are, I won't have sex with either of them. I'm strictly a girl's girl. Just so long as we are straight on that point. I will tell you though that I if they get to watch us, I would really, really love to see them fuck you. Both of them. At the same time." Sandi knew without reservation that could be very easily arranged.

"Mike, Al, this is my new friend Rachel. She is going to come back to the boat with us to spend the night."

Al and I looked at each other as if we had just won the lottery. Rachel was almost as gorgeous as Sandi.

"Rachel is strictly lesbian so neither of you can touch her, is that clear?"

Suddenly it seemed like someone was raining on our parade.

"You can watch us for a little while if you want (as if we wouldn't want to watch) and she wants to see both of you take me at the same time but then you have to leave us alone. Are we all OK with these rules?"

To me it was a no-brainer. It was Wednesday night. Al's night. I wasn't going to get Sandi anyway and now I'm being told I'll get what promises to be a very hot girl-girl show and then get to have some form of sex with her as well. My enthusiastic nodding was instantaneous.

Al did hesitate as it all sunk in. "But tonight is my night. You are supposed to sleep with me tonight!"

Sandi looked at him with honest affection. "We're going to change the rules a little bit right now. To make up for your having to give up our bed tonight, you alone can have me any time you want all day tomorrow." Then turning to me told me in no uncertain terms that because she'd changed the rules for Al, they had changed for me to. If I still wanted her to sleep with me tomorrow night, I was not allowed to touch either her or myself all day.

Al didn't seem to have to consider the offer too long. I think the ‘all day, any time you want' thing caught his attention. Sandi had done it again, come up with another win win win win scenario.

We quickly settled the bill and headed back toward the zodiac. Al and me side by side, the girls behind us with their arms around each other. The trip to the boat took only a few minutes. Rachel was suitably impressed with Al's floating home as anyone would be. I know that pleased him. The girls immediately dispersed to the various available heads while Al put on some music and I began mixing up a batch of margaritas.

I didn't think the mixology took me all that long but I'd obviously missed something important. When I got back to the salon, Al was sitting in the corner with another obvious boner, two very small dresses were lying on the floor and the two girls were standing stark naked in the middle of the room, embracing each other breast to breast, completely absorbed in a scorching, deep French kiss. God, this was going to be a very interesting evening.

When they finally broke their embrace they each took thirsty sips from their proffered drinks and hand in hand waltzed toward the master stateroom and Sandi's bed. Over her shoulder Sandi threw the two of us one of those "if you want to watch you'd better come now" looks.

For the next hour Al and I were treated to the most erotic girl-girl tableau I have ever seen and I've seen lots. They started out nose to nose, lips to lips, nipple to nipple, pussy to pussy with legs entwined. It wasn't minutes before the scent of horny, sexually aroused women filled the air. Al and I were both naked again as per Sandi's rules. Naked and very hard. Again.

In very short order they swung around into a sixty nine but I knew that wasn't going to last very long. When Sandi is in an oral situation she knows what she wants. If she is being eaten she wants to concentrate on just those sensations without being distracted by how she is doing with the cock or clit in her mouth. If she is the one giving, she wants to put all of her energy into that.

I was right. In short order Sandi had them turned around again, Rachel on the top with Sandi's arms encircling her body. Both Al and I leaned in to get a closer look while the two of them lapped the syrup off each other's faces like kittens with cream. Deep passionate kisses. Breast crushed against breast. Sandi spread her legs allowing Rachel to do the same so they could scissor their thighs. Pussy humping against pussy, engorged clit gliding against engorged clit. It truly looked and sounded like the two of them were on their way to another mutual orgasm. Not to be though. Sandi broke the kiss, put her hands on Rachel's shoulders and began urging her down.

There was certainly no resistance as she kissed her way down Sandi's glistening body. Of course she stopped to pay homage to Sandi's perfect breasts then after a few minutes of suckling and caressing, continued her journey down to her destination. Rachel obviously knew what she was doing because when she reached Sandi's steaming little quim and parted the lips with her tongue, Sandi gasped and bucked her pelvis up off the bed. Her hands flew down to Rachel's head to hold her in place and in minutes she was panting and groaning and writhing as her orgasm swept over her.

After Sandi's spasms diminished to the occasional twitch, her hands fell from Rachel's head. Lifting her dripping little face from Sandi's pussy Rachel looked up across the gleaming vista of Sandi's body and said:

"Wow. That was incredible."

"You're not kidding but now I want my taste of you." All while she was saying this, Sandi was pulling Rachel up her sweaty body. They finally met nipple to nipple, mouth to mouth in a wet, lust-filled kiss that included Sandi licking her own honey off Rachel's face.

Right at that moment Rachel did a kind of Jekyll and Hyde thing. "No! Later. First I want to watch them fuck you. Both of them!" With that she reclined against the headboard with her eyes still fixed on Sandi, spread her legs and began to finger herself.

Getting caught up in the kinkiness of the whole situation, Sandi ordered Al to come over to the bed and lie on his back. He was definitely at full mast when he did so. Sandi stroked him a few times then much to his joy, threw a leg over and lowered herself down onto his waiting cock. Once fully seated she motioned for me to come and stand where she could get her mouth on my pounding boner. No sooner had I entered the warm confines of her mouth than Rachel barked out her second order.

"No! In the ass! I want to see you fuck her in the ass while Al is fucking her pussy!"

I let my dick slip from Sandi's mouth and looked down at her face to see her raise her eyebrows a bit then nod toward the Vaseline on the night stand. This was getting kinkier and kinkier but it appeared that we were all up for the program. I lubed up and knelt on the bed behind Sandi's upturned little bubble butt. I asked Al to spread his legs which caused Sandi's to spread even further. From this position I was treated to the incredibly sexy sight of Sandi's sweet little pussy being stretched wide by a large cock which was by now glistening with her juices. He was only moving in and out tiny bit to give me a chance to achieve my goal.

I shuffled forward a bit more on my knees, put a big dollop of Vaseline on Sandi's puckered little hole and slowly worked a finger in which I knew Sandi would enjoy. Then briefly a second finger which drew an appreciative sigh from Sandi. Then the moment of truth. I put the head of my dick against her anus and rocked slightly forward. We've done this enough times that I know how it has to be done to give her more pleasure than discomfort. She taught me how just like she has all of her lovers who have been allowed in the back door. In a little bit, then out. In a little bit more, then out and so on until fully placed. After about the third thrust I heard that familiar little gasp as the crown of my dick slipped past her tight little sphincter. I froze for a few seconds until I felt the muscular right relax its spasm then continued my journey into her hot, velvet rectum.

Once I was all the way in Sandi invited the two of us to start pumping. It was an invitation neither Al nor I hesitated to accept. We got a good alternating rhythm going. It was an odd but pleasant sensation to feel his dick against mine as he pulled out while I slid in. Sandi now had her glorious breasts mashed against Al's muscular chest, her elbows on either side of his head and was making her little sighs and mewing sounds of pleasure into his mouth as she kissed him. We were all totally oblivious to the presence of our audience until we heard her with panting breath say:

"Oh fuck. Oh this is so fucking sexy." We all looked up to see her fabulous little body dripping sweat as both of her hands worked at lightning speed between her legs.

"Don't either of you cum inside her. I want to watch both of you spray your stuff all over her." The three of us thought that was a pretty odd request from a professed lesbian but since this night seemed to be drenched in kink anyway we decided what the Hell. With that Rachel lost it and sailed over the top into a loud, wild orgasm that shook the bed even more than the three of us were.

That was too much for us. Al lost it first and as ordered, pulled out and pulsed a copious load all over Sandi's abdomen and his also of course since his salami was caught between their bodies. I was seconds behind and when I felt that familiar boiling sensation in my balls pulled out and shot my load all over her heaving back. Sandi was the only one who hadn't cum during that moment in time but I suspect she knew that situation would be rectified very soon.

Once the four of us got our breath back, Sandi informed us it was time for us to leave them alone and tend to our own devices. I had already rolled off Sandi's sweaty, sticky back. That gave her the chance to roll off Al so he could also vacate the bed. I think that was the first time since we started the trip that we had both been soft at the same time. Before we exited the room Al and I were treated to the sight of two perfect, naked little butts sashaying together toward the shower. We closed the door behind us and prepared as best we could for a very long night. I retired to the stateroom I had already been assigned for the night while Al took one of the smaller rooms near the stern. From previous experience I knew I would be able to hear the goings on just on the other side of the thin wall but I was sorry that Al would be denied the pleasure by being so far away. Turns out I needn't have been concerned.

Al and I were sitting in the lounge having a drink in an attempt to calm our energy after we'd been dismissed by the ladies. Admittedly, in spite of our recent proximity inside Sandi, we both had shorts on thinking that it was pretty unlikely that Sandi would be coming out of the stateroom any time soon and catch us breaking the rules. Two straight guys sitting around naked together in the absence of a woman still didn't sit really comfortably with us. We were sure right on the assumption that Sandi would be otherwise occupied for a while. Only a few minutes after we heard the shower pump shut off we heard the definite evidence of Sandi's orgasm.

There is no other music like it to my ears. As she is coming up to her kindling point Sanid's moans, sighs and deep breaths become more pronounced. Then, as the ignition begins it's "AH! AHH God. NICE! AHH sweet! MMMM." These vocal exclamations are always accompanied by her three consistent tells. First her thighs begin to tighten and tremble then her abdominal muscles begin to twitch and spasm and finally, at the crescendo, her torso arches and her head falls back presenting her perfect breasts to whatever lucky person happens to be the cause of her climax. Even if it is herself. The final arching is always accompanied by general body muscle spasms and "UUHHH! AAAAH, AAAAH, AAAAH, AAAAAAAAH!" which increase in volume proportionate to the length and intensity of the orgasm.

From where Al and were sitting, this one sounded like a 10 on the Richter Scale which prompted us to drain our respective drinks and pour fresh ones. Neither of us could stand too close to the bar while we were pouring the drinks. Less than 20 minutes after Sandi's eruption we looked at each other in awe as we heard Rachel's shrieking climax. We could only imagine what was going on but we simultaneously decided that it was time for us to retire to our own caves. Both of us grabbed a hand full of Kleenex on the way.

I'm sure none of us got a whole bunch of sleep that night. I know I didn't. Three or four times during the night I was awakened by loud bursts of female orgasmic outcries. They obviously traded off because one usually followed the other in very short order. It was fun. More than fun.

Late the next morning, or more accurately, later that same morning, I was puttering in the galley while Al was puttering on the deck waiting I am sure, for Sandi's arrival. As per the rules we were both once again, unencumbered by clothing. Sandi and her new lover finally emerged. Both were radiant and slightly disheveled. Rachel was back in the sexy little evening dress she had on when Sandi captured her. Sandi was naked. And glowing. Both girls took in our state of undress with what I thought might have been appreciation though I also wondered why an avowed lesbian would enjoy looking at naked men.

I offered breakfast. Rachel begged off saying she had to get back to shore ASAP. Sandi declined the ham and cheese omelet but did accept her morning Caesar. Through the window I noticed Al tilt his head in our direction to be certain he'd really heard the sound of female voices. He abandoned whatever he was doing on deck and arrived in the galley seconds later, obviously keen to bid farewell to our ‘lesbian' guest so he could have Sandi make good on her promise of availability.

Rachel gave Al and me curiously sexy goodbye kisses but made a point of avoiding our once again throbbing boners. Her farewell to Sandi however was far less reserved. They embraced like the lovers they were. Rachel's hands trailed down Sandi's back to grasp her buttocks then back up the front to revisit her gorgeous breasts. With one smooth movement Rachel dropped her right hand between them, dipped her finger into Sandi's pussy and made a show of bringing it up to her mouth to sensuously suck off Sandi's nectar. Their kiss could have melted all the glass on the boat.

By a vote of two to one I was elected to take Rachel back to shore in the zodiac. I had a pretty strong suspicion why that was and it turned out I was right. When I returned no more than 15 minutes later I strolled into the lounge and found Al buried balls deep in Sandi while she knelt on the couch. Neither of them paid much attention to me as I resignedly ambled past to the galley. I was guessing neither of them would be wanting breakfast any time soon but I was famished. Plus, the galley is where the Kleenex was.

Throughout the day Al was like an insatiable satyr. It seemed that the only time he wasn't on her or in her was when she excused herself to go to the head. More often than not he was waiting for her when she came out. Those were the only times I couldn't see what they were doing but I certainly could hear their noises from below deck. I know Sandi was being louder than she normally would be just to drive me crazy. Al too seemed to revel in the fact that he could have Sandi any time he wanted during the day while I couldn't even touch her. Virtually every time I looked she was on her knees in front of him either facing toward him with his cock in her mouth or away with him buried in her buttery little honey pot. I'm pretty sure he didn't cum every time he entered her because I didn't hear the telltale roars of his climax and besides, unless he was taking something pretty strong, it would have taken super human stamina to fuck her as many times as he did and still be able to function. And function he did.

It's not as if Sandi was a passive part of this duo either. She was responding to his every caress, thrust and lick. I have no idea how she was managing or would manage. She spent all last night in the arms of her female lover, will spend all this day being repeatedly enjoyed by Al and tonight, she'd have me to contend with. However, her energy and enthusiasm didn't seem to wane one iota throughout that afternoon, most of which she spent out on the bow sunning pad. My job today was to keep the boat on a northerly course so I spent all my time in the cockpit which gave me a bird's eye view of the pad and she knew it. Several times she had Al oil up her entire body then have him go down on her.

Once she had him lie on his back while she gave him one of her world class handjob/blowjobs while continually glancing up at me to be sure I was watching. After that little number she passed through the cockpit on her way to the head while Al lay exhaustedly in the sun. On the way by she pressed her tanned little body against mine, gave me another cock flavored kiss that made my toes curl, gently massaged my balls with one hand while stroking my frantic dick with the other.

"Are you enjoying the show?"

"You know I am but I am going crazy."

"I know you are. Isn't it fun?" With that she sank to her knees in front of me and took me in her mouth. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven, certain that she was going to take pity on me and give me some relief. But of course, that was not to be. She knows me so well that she has perfect timing. Nanoseconds before I was going to flood her talented mouth with semen she backed away and left me throbbing in the breeze.

"I'll finish that after dinner. It is just a teeny sample of what you are going to get if you continue to be such a good boy."

Twice more that afternoon Sandi fucked Al in my direct line of sight. Delicious agony. The first time they started out in the missionary position. Her arms under his with her hands on his the back of his shoulders holding him tightly against her. Her legs wrapped around his waist with her feet on his muscular buttocks urging him deeper with every thrust. After ten minutes or so of this he withdrew and turned her over. With her on her knees facing the bow like a masthead he re entered her and began pounding. Their joined bodies were deeply tanned, unmarred by tan lines and glistening with the sweat of sex and sunlight in deep contrast to the white tanning pad beneath them and the white deck of the boat. The entire scene was framed by the clear, deep blue waters of the Caribbean ocean. There isn't a camera on the planet that would have done justice to the eroticism of that tableau.

The second time was quite a trip for all of us - especially Sandi. Allan had been toying with her and vice versa for quite some time. He was more than ready to go again after her expert ministrations so she had him lie on his back again and mounted him with her back to the bow so she was facing the cockpit. She made eye contact with me and got that "oh this feels so good" look on her face as she lowered herself to engulf him. What I could see of her breasts was gleaming in the sunlight. The only parts I could see were the ones not covered by Al's hands.

As any of you who have been following the ‘Sandi Chronicles' already know, Sandi loves being naughty in places where she might be seen, not where she will be seen. The added excitement of knowing someone might catch her is hugely stimulating to her. She learned this many years ago while sitting astride the face of a former boyfriend, naked and exposed in the open doorway of his condo balcony. She had her arms extended up, clutching the door frame on either side. The balcony directly faced a pedestrian walkover which was well populated. She knew that if any of the strollers looked in her direction they would have seen her in all of her erotic glory. She said she had one of the most intense orgasms of her life up until that time right there in that doorway. I am happy to say that we have been able to trump that one many times since we have been together. Her penultimate orgasmic experience you'll know all about after you've read "Shadow Play" which is another one of our true adventures, again in the Caribbean. I am just putting the finishing touches on that one. It was an orgasm unlike any she has ever had before and will likely never experience again for reasons you will discover as you read it.

But I digress. At exactly that moment on the bow of that yacht she was in sensual seventh heaven. She was outside, having hot sex with someone she adored but who was not her husband, on full display to her husband but no one else, though she was fully aware we were not alone on the ocean. A wandering bark could happen upon us at any time.

I knew something she didn't know and I wasn't about to tell her. On my radar screen I could see another boat approaching. As she was riding up and down on Al's big dick the other boat came abeam. There was a huge cacophony of whistles, clapping and appreciative cat-calls. The passing boat was a 36 foot sailboat and appeared to be occupied by about a dozen young college students. All male and judging by their loud enthusiasm at seeing a gorgeous, naked woman fucking her brains out, all straight. Sandi jolted in surprise, so intent was she in the pleasure she was receiving from the guy beneath her. Just then I knew for sure she was in one of her sexual feeding frenzies because rather than dropping down to try and get out of sight, she sat up straight, turned to point her rigid nipples at the guys and gave them a smile and a big wave which evoked another loud chorus of whistles and applause.

She was loving it. Getting fucked by a guy she really cared for right in front of me which she knew was driving me berserk and at the same time providing an impromptu performance for a very appreciative though transient audience. If there were any women on that passing boat I worried for their virtue. If there were not I have no doubt that at that moment, Sandi would have gladly volunteered to go over to their vessel and take care of any issues that might have arisen as a result of her display. The entire scenario put Sandi into sensual overload and as the approving whistles faded into the distance she leaned forward and while laying a big, wet kiss on Al, had herself a luscious orgasm. I know from experience what her pelvic muscles do when she is cumming. That was enough to push Al over the edge too. The breeze wafted the combined symphony of his growls and her cries into the cockpit which almost caused me to join them in their ecstasy without even touching myself. I am pretty sure the boys on the other boat could have heard them too. I can only imagine the chaos that must have caused on a boatload of testosterone.

It took Al and Sandi a few minutes lying together to come back down to earth. When they did, Sandi rolled off onto her side letting Al's soft but very wet cock slide from her core. She rolled to her feet and sashayed back through the cockpit with their combined fluids gleaming on her thighs. She said nothing to me but stopped no more than a foot from me so I could smell her. She pinched her already erect nipples back into granite little points. With a wink and a naught smile she then retreated to the head below deck. Al literally staggered into the lounge on his way to the bar for a much needed libation.

"Fuck. What an amazing woman." Is all he said.

By the time beverages were served all around it was dusk, we'd dropped anchor in a tranquil little cove half way back to our destination, the BBQ was lit and I was very much looking forward to retiring early after dinner. Sandi didn't look like she'd lost even one molecule of her enthusiasm for the game. Two of the most potent aphrodisiacs for her are to have attractive people jousting for her attentions and to be having lots of sex. I was going to say ‘good sex' but Sandi freely admits that she looks at sex like pizza. Even when it's bad, it's still pretty good. Anyway, she had two attractive guys and one stunning woman vying for her time and she was getting a ton of sex so she was constantly horny and ready for more.

After we had finished dinner and cleaned up the galley, I held out my hand to her with the intention of immediately taking her into her stateroom to deal with the situation I'd been nurturing all day.

"Just a second." She said as she turned and pressed her tight little body against Al. He'd had an hour during dinner to recover which by the look of his dick, he certainly had. Taking his reawakend organ in her hand she slid it between her labia, closed her thighs then began to stroke it by rocking her pelvis back and forth. It wasn't actually in her vagina, just between her lips. While doing that she put her arms around his neck, pulled his head down for another deep kiss then murmured her thank yous for a very special day. When she backed away from him, releasing his cock from between her thighs, it didn't droop even a centimeter and it was once again drenched with a combination of his precum and her copious nectar. As she and I headed toward our love nest for the night I had no doubt that in spite of his day's activities, Al would be reaching for the Kleenex box on the way to his room. I found myself completely incapable of generating any sympathy for him.

I didn't even wait for the sound of the door latching before I had my gorgeous, tanned little bride in my arms. She smelled of sex and excitement which sent my levels of need soaring even higher.

"You've had a very, very busy day. Are you sure you have anything left."

"Shut up and eat me!" Within seconds she was on her back in the middle of the bed, eyes sparkling, nipples as hard as my cock, legs splayed wide offering ample evidence of her afternoon activities. With unbridled enthusiasm I dove between her thighs and was met with one of my most favorite sights in the world. Sandi's succulent, wet, swollen, well-used little peach. She tells me that I am the best she has ever had at eating her pussy and God knows she's had lots of faces between her legs so I take that as a real complement. I managed to confirm her opinion once again as she arched and exploded within five minutes of my getting her little clit between my lips. There was no doubt in my mind that at this exact moment, Al was reaching for another handful of Kleenex.

"MMM. So nice. Ok, you've had your slurpy seconds, now you can have your sloppy seconds." I didn't wait for a second invitation. With a dick made of blue steel I slammed straight into her without any preamble. That appeared to be just fine with her. However, after the ten hours of non-orgasmic torture imposed by Sandi's "you can't touch me and you can't touch yourself" order I had a hair trigger and exploded after only a couple of minutes of being milked by her well-toned pelvic muscles. I wasn't worried because I knew I would be able to rectify that situation very soon.

While I was pumping away, enjoying Sandi's clutching, sateen little box I could see that she was ruminating over something.

"We've created a monster. Al's been obsessed with fucking me in the ass ever since you did it yesterday for Rachel. I keep telling him "no" because he is too thick and he'd hurt too much but he still keeps playing with me back there and every now and again sticking a finger in when he is taking me from behind or eating me. It feels great of course but I'm sad to have to keep shutting down his big fantasy."

"He's all grown up. He'll get over it. The last thing in the world he wants is to damage you or even hurt you."

"I know, but still."

We held each other closely and whispered like lovers as we stroked and caressed. When Sandi gets into one of these spaces where she needs more and more sexual stimulation her entire skin surface becomes an erogenous zone. It's like her G-spot sends tendrils out to develop connections with every epidermal cell on her body. The usual erogenous zones become even more sensitive and the ones that are usually just skin, become extremely sensitive to touch. She describes it as if all of her skin were one of those birthday sparklers. The ones with the magnesium bonded to the little metal wands? They just sort of sit there until you get them hot enough then they begin to go crazy, sparkling shooting off the brightest light you can imagine along with tiny, bright, exploding little fireworks and everyone of those millions of little bright bursts of energy sends a very clear message to both the pleasure center in her brain and her clit. It actually produces its own fuel and feeds on itself to ever higher and higher levels. It is definitely a sight to behold. Beholding aside, it is even more amazing to participate in.

That was the situation Sandi was in at that exact moment. She had just cum and I had just cum so we should have been just cuddling together on that hot, sweaty, sticky, very intimate ‘resolution phase". We whispered and cooed. We kissed and caressed. I nibbled her earlobes and licked inside. I tickled her back and stroked her tight little buttocks. Kissed and licked her throat, caressed her breasts being very careful to avoid the nipples which I knew were very likely still on fire. She stroked my arms, my shoulders, my back, while kissing my eyelids and cheeks. She avoided my balls and cock as diligently as I avoided her little clit. It was gentle but it was also sublime and I mean that in the very truest sense of the word. As dry ice sublimes from solid to gas without bothering to stop in the liquid phase, Sandi sublimed from ‘cuddle and coo' to ‘fuck my brains out right now!' without bothering to stop in the seduction phase.

Her need was literally palpable but it had only been a few minutes since I'd donated my load so I was in no shape to respond immediately. I offered the services of my fingers and tongue but she declined.

"No. Thank you so much but I need to get fucked!" and immediately after making this statement stared me in the eye: "Don't move. Stay right here." With that she rolled out of the bed and took her hot, tanned, naked little body down the hall. Interestingly she was back within ten minutes wearing exactly the same outfit she had on when she left except right now she was also wearing a big smile.

"Is he smiling too?"

"Smiling and very, very happy."

"You sure weren't gone long."

"I didn't even knock. I just pushed the door open and barged in. He was lying there on top of the bed beating his meat like crazy. I just marched over, pulled his hand off his dick and climbed on. He must have been at it for a while because he didn't last very long at all but it felt great. Just enough to scratch my itch. After he came we hugged for a minute or two then I climbed off and here I am. We didn't even say a word."

"Well, I'm glad you're back because I knew what you were doing and now I have this for you." Pointing toward my newly resurrected member.

"Mmmm. Very nice." She murmured as she slithered into bed beside me. We were facing each other, me on my left side, she on her right. Staring me straight in the eye she threw her left leg over my hip, lined me up, grabbed my ass and pulled me directly into her boiling hot and only recently vacated little cavern. We held each other very close, moving very little, kissing and sharing love through our eye contact and then a very curious thing happened. We fell asleep. Just like that. Both of us at almost exactly the same moment.

What might have been some hours later we awoke for a while. Interestingly, I was still hard. She was still dripping wet though I was aware that much of the lubrication in her honey pot had been deposited there by Al. Maybe knowing that is why I was still hard. We began to move together slowly and gently. We weren't fucking. We were making love. It was more like melted chocolate than the Camptown races but equally as satisfying. She is the only one I can do that with, and me her. We came together again but they weren't the tense, clutching, crying out orgasms. They were the close, quiet, shuddering, sharing climaxes that only people in love get to share. Then we fell back into a contented, satisfied sleep together.

We woke in the morning long after the sun had risen. That wasn't the plan. We were going to get up early and get under way because we had to get back to Playa that afternoon since Sandi and I had an early morning flight the next day, Saturday.

The day went ‘almost' the same was as three of the previous four had. The exception of course being yesterday when Sandi let Al have her any time he wanted. I say ‘almost' the same as the other days because now Sandi was well into her needs and required whoever was not driving the boat to tend to her minute by minute. She loved teasing all three of us to distraction. She'd lie out in the sun and have either Al or myself caress every inch of her fabulous little body with oil and cream. She'd have us ringer fuck her and tend to her nipples and clit with our fingers and tongues. She'd stroke us, occasionally taking us into her mouth. With one exception when she couldn't stop herself as I was eating her, she never let any of us cum. Herself included. She loves that feeling of intense, horny, pelvic congestion.

It was late afternoon when we finally pulled into the Playa marina and backed into Al's slip. Reluctantly we donned our clothes for the trip to Al's condo where we were going to spend the night because it is so much closer to the airport and it was a very early flight. Al and I were in muscle shirts, shorts and flip flops. Nothing special. Sandi was in a tank top and shorts that I had never seen before. Both Al and I shifted into overdrive again. We actually had to get right up beside her to be sure that the clothes weren't actually painted on. I have no idea what the fabric was but it fit her like a second skin. Even though Sandi's breasts are 36C they do not require the assistance of a bra because of the hours she spends in the gym. She only wears one when she is doing some athletic endeavor that causes them to bounce uncomfortably or when she wants to tease a lover. The shorts were equally as intriguing. A smooth cupping of her little pussy without any tacky camel toe but for sure, if she weren't smoothly shaved, you'd have been able to count the hairs.

Because of the late start we got we were later than we'd anticipated getting back to Playa so we decided to stop for a bite to eat on the way to Al's place. This suited all three of us. Al and I love being seen in the company of this luscious creature and she loves being so nakedly clothed, strutting her stuff. Happily raised eyebrows and whispered murmurs of appreciation are music to her ears.

Dinner was light and brief. We were all keen to get to Al's place to see what the rest of the night would serve up. I fully anticipated that since this was our last night together as a threesome, that was exactly what we would be; three in a bed. Sandi does love being the meat in a man sandwich. However, it turns out she had other plans. No sooner had the door closed behind us did Sandi abandon Al and press her little self up against me. After a deep, promise-filled kiss, she looked me in the eye:

"Who knows when we are going to see Al again. You can have me any time you want but he has to wait and wait. Would you mind terribly if I spent the night alone with him? I'll make it up to you."

Whenever Sandi says "I'll make it up to you" only a total moron would not sit up and take notice. "I'll make it up to you" means full-tilt, no holds barred, whatever you want with one hundred percent enthusiasm. I tried, though I'm pretty sure I failed, to look more disappointed and hesitant than I was.

"Of course. Whatever is good for you is good for me." She knew.

With that she smiled her naughty smile, kissed me quickly on the lips, sank to her knees in front of me, undid my shorts and gave me one of the most exquisite blowjobs she has ever given me. After swallowing every drop and licking her lips she stood, winked and said:

"That might hold you until tomorrow." She said with a big smile. "But just in case ...." With that dangling phrase she turned and took a still clothed but severely tented Al by the hand and steered him toward the bedroom. Without looking back, like the bridal bouquet at a wedding, she tossed a box of Kleenex over her shoulder. I caught it before it got anywhere near the floor.

Al ushered Sandi into the room ahead of him and securely closed the door behind them. No more than a minute later, the door opened a crack and stayed that way. I knew for sure that Sandi had done that for my benefit. At least I'd be able to clearly hear what was going on. Less than ten minutes after that I heard Al loudly announce his climax. Sandi was up to her old tricks. When she has a lover whom she knows is already hyper-stimulated but with whom she wants to prolong the play period, she'll blow him or otherwise get him off immediately so he will last longer for the next rounds.

Less than twenty minutes after that the sounds of Sandi's orgasm echoed through the condo. No question she'd had him go down on her. She knows that there isn't a male on the planet who can remain flaccid while she is having one of her loud, moaning, writhing, sensual climaxes. Sure enough, minutes after her moans settled, the rhythmic sounds of the bed rocking back and forth accompanied by Sandi's appreciative sighs and mewings filled the air. This went on for an impressive length of time before Al's loud announcement of his arrival. At this point there was no question that I would be needing Sandi's parting gift of Kleenex.

Following Al's eruption there were the usual whispered words, muted chuckles, sounds of wet kisses and then silence as the two lovers drifted off to sleep. I took that as my cue to down my drink and head to my own bed. I slept soundly except for a few minutes at what the digital clock by the side of the bed told me was two thirty in the morning when I was awakened by the sound of another of Al's loud explosions. I could only guess if it was Sandi's mouth or pussy that was getting flooded again. If I were forced to guess, it would have been her pussy at that time of the night. Then total quiet as we all drifted back to sleep.

The alarm woke me at five o'clock. It wasn't even light yet but we had a very early flight. I decided to let the lovers sleep a little longer while I showered and packed our bags. About forty five minutes later the bedroom door opened and a completely naked but fully coifed Sandi emerged. She was radiant as usual, flush from both her night of adventure and from the shower which disappointed me just a tiny bit because I love the scent of her body after she's been with someone else. She knows that and usually accommodates me by not showering before she presents me with my sloppy seconds.

This morning it couldn't be helped though. We were on a pretty tight schedule. I told her I'd laid her clothes out on the bed and packed the rest. Her toiletries were quickly deposited in our checked bag and she went to don her traveling clothes. No more than two minutes later she was back since there wasn't very much for her to put on. A gorgeous powder green blouse that was loose enough to let her perfect breasts sway naturally whenever she moved but kept her nipples hard with just enough friction against the material and a beautiful bone-white skirt to the mid thigh that wafted around with her every step. Nothing else besides sandals. She was fine with that.

I had already called a cab and moved the suitcases to the door when once again the bedroom door opened and Al emerged. He was naked which was no huge surprise since that is the state that the three of us had been in for the past week. I have no leanings that way but I'll have to admit that he does have a pretty impressive body. Little wonder Sandi likes to play with it. What did surprise me a little bit was Sandi's response:

"Oh my God! Again! So soon!"

What she was referring to of course, was the fact that his dick was rock hard and madly throbbing in her direction.

Al looked me directly in the eye. "I firmly believe this woman you married is a witch. She has cast a spell on me. Not even in my college days have I spent this much time so hard and horny. It never comes up this often."

Having spent our college days rooming together, I knew this to be a fact.

A big, handsome, naked man with a hard-on which she had caused is an irresistible lure for Sandi. She drifted toward Al with THAT look in her eye. At that exact moment we also heard car horn honk outside.

"Sandi, sweetheart, we don't have time for that. The cab just arrived and we are running out of time."

"Go ahead and take the bags out to the cab, honey. I'll be there in just two minutes."

As I'd expected, three minutes, four minutes and then five minutes later there was still no Sandi and the cabbie was getting impatient. I told him to go ahead and start his meter as I headed back toward the condo. The front door was still wide open just as I had left it so I waltzed straight in. Sure enough, there was Sandi kneeling on the couch with her skirt flung up over her waist and Al pounding into her from behind. It was actually a very erotic sight. They were both completely oblivious to my presence so I whipped out my iPhone and took about thirty seconds of video. I knew Sandi would love seeing it later. I only wished that her breasts were exposed as well but hey, this was just fine too.

After I'd put my phone back in my pocket I loudly cleared my throat. They both snapped their heads in my direction like startled kids who'd just been caught by their mom with their hands in the cookie jar.

"I really hate to be a party pooper but we really have to get going or we'll miss our flight."

With great reluctance and monumental effort Al pulled his glistening cock out of my wife and stepped back far enough to allow her to get to her feet. This is exactly the sort of scenario Sandi loves. Teasing. Tittilation. Control. Raw sex. Everyone left wanting more.

She turned to face her unfinished lover and put her arms around his neck. I noticed that she was very careful to bend at the waist and lean forward so as not to stain her skirt with their combined fluids that were still dripping from his rampant cock.

After a deep, genuine kiss I heard her whisper: "I meant every word I said just before I got out of the shower this morning." With that she turned and scampered toward me and the waiting taxi. Just as she turned to close the door and blow Al a farewell kiss I noticed an even larger smile crease her face. She noticed that even before the door had begun to swing closed, Al was already pumping furiously on his rod. Who could blame him?

It was only a ten minute ride to the airport and there wasn't much action in the cab because we had a carry-on bag between us. We made a quick flight to Mexico City, had an almost non existent layover then a boarded our flight to Zurich. We had to overnight in Zurich before going to Leysin where we were going to visit the kids at their boarding school before carrying on to Dubai where I had some work to do. It is a trip we have to do often so we have a little flat there. In Dubai we were also going to visit our friend Simon whom you've already met if you read my account of his visit with us entitled "House Guest and Morning Coffee". Our Dubai visit is the subject of two more adventures which will be posted soon.

Mexico City check-in was a breeze and in no time we found ourselves comfortably nestled into our first class seats. Since we'd left Allan's condo we'd literally been on the dead run. No time for chat but all that was different now. There were only two other people in the cabin and they were across the aisle three rows back. We were essentially in our own little cocoon. We were both knackered and looking forward to a nap but I could tell that Sandi wanted to tell me something and I was pretty sure I wanted to hear what she had to say. We had the armrest between the seats stowed and she was snuggled up against me. I like the aisle seat and she prefers the window so I had my right arm around her shoulders, her head on my chest. She had already secured a blanket from our gorgeous little flight attendant whose name was Helen.

Once we were airborne and the cabin lights were dimmed Sandi chuckled her naughty chuckle.

I kissed her on the top of her head: "Ok. Tell me."

Because I didn't want to pack and ride to the airport with a hard on, I'd tossed myself off before I got dressed. Sandi and Al's little show didn't help that condition one iota but Sandi's next statement totally eradicated any benefit mother thumb and her four daughters had afforded me.

"I let Al fuck me in the ass this morning."

The surge in my pants defied description. "Oh, do tell. After telling him umpteen times that he was too big, what led up to that?"

"Well. It didn't seem like the door had even latched after we got into his bedroom that he had me naked again. Thank God that little latex number is easier to get off than it is to put on."

"That outfit is mind-boggling and looks awesome on you!"

"Yes it does, doesn't it?"

"Anyway, he had it off me in a heartbeat and he was obviously right on the edge so I decided to settle things down a little bit by getting the first one over with immediately. I was in the mood for a nice long screw and he wasn't under anywhere near that kind of control so I pushed him back on the bed and dived between his legs."

"His cock isn't the easiest one in the world for me to suck because it is so thick. The first few inches are fine but when I get to mid-shaft I have to hold my mouth open so much for so long that my jaw gets really tired and sore. Fortunately he was totally primed and came within a couple of minutes."

"I know. I heard that. Thank you for cracking the door open for me by the way."

"You're welcome. I knew you'd like that."

"He came so much I didn't think I'd be able to swallow it all, but I managed."

"I'm sure you did."

"That mission accomplished, I crawled up on the bed, lay on my back and put him to work with his tongue. All of my instruction over the past week seems to have paid off because he did all the right things and I came really quickly."

"I know. I heard both of those encounters. And then another in very short order if memory serves."

Again her throaty, sexy chuckle. "Ya. By the time I'd finished cumming he was hard and hot to trot again so he just crawled up, slid right in and hammered away until he flooded me with another load. That was very neat."

"I have no idea what time it was but somewhere in the middle of the night we were spooning and I woke to the feel of his fingers lightly tickling my back. Even through my sleep fog I could also feel his rejuvenated cock throbbing between my cheeks. I just lifted my leg over his to open myself up and bingo, he just slid straight in. It felt great but I was too tired to even reach down and play with myself so I just let him go for it. No slam, bam, thank you mam; just long, slow strokes. He had reached over and had one of my breasts in his hand, caressing and toying with the nipple until suddenly his whole body stiffened and with soft murmurs and gasps, he just pumped another load into me. We fell asleep just like that. With him still inside me."

"I'm pretty sure it was the sound of your alarm that woke me but it was way off in the distance. I had to pee like crazy but as I was rolling out of bed I noticed that Al was carrying a hefty load of morning wood. Not wanting to waste such a magnificent erection I just threw a leg over and impaled myself on him. I'm not at all sure he was completely awake when I started but he sure was by the time I'd finished with him. It was something else trying to control my bursting bladder while it was being battered by a big cock that probably had the same problem. I know that guys can't pee when they have a hard-on but for a minute or two I wondered what it would be like if he let loose right then while he was inside me. It wasn't urine urine he deluged me with just a minute lather though. I leaned forward and took all of his moans into my mouth as he came."

"Before he'd even finished I jumped up and headed for the bathroom. I really didn't want to pee all over him and the bed and I was critically close to losing control. As I levitated his last couple of spurts coated my lips. With my lubrication and what he had already deposited drizzling out of me, I made quite a mess of him and the sheets as I bolted toward the bathroom door."

"I only barely made it onto the toilet before my bladder finally let loose. That was way too close. It was quite an interesting sensation to have gallons of my honey, what felt like a cup of semen and a whole litre of urine all gushing out of me at the same time."

"In the shower just minutes later I had my eyes closed and was using both hands to shampoo my hair when I felt two big, strong hands cup my breasts from behind. It wasn't rocket science to figure out who belongs to the hands. What was most amazing though was that I could feel his cock again nudging between my buttocks. I didn't know how that could be possible so soon after pumping out the load he just had. He was only at half mast but it did get me wondering if I could get him up and off a fifth time before we left."

"I rinsed the shampoo from by face and turned toward him. Gently caressing his balls with one hand and stroking his semi erect member with the other I welcomed him into our wet little cubicle. I felt that the challenge was set. I kissed, rubbed my slippery breasts against his chest and stroked enthusiastically but to no avail. I wasn't surprised considering that he had cum just a few minutes before and he was no longer eighteen years old but I wasn't about to give up yet. Sinking to my knees I took him in y mouth again and began to really get into it. God, I love sucking cocks."

"This time I just wasn't getting my usual reaction. It didn't seem that anything I could do to him physically would run his flag any more than half way up the mast. I decided to work a little more on the sex organ between his ears. That's when it occurred to me. Still slobbering over his very nice dick I thought, ‘This is a very unusual dick. Wedge shaped. It might be worth a try' so I let him slip from my mouth and while holding him in my hand stood up, kissed him and asked: "Do you still want to fuck me in the ass?"

"Have you ever been in one of those stores where they sell everything you can think of for birthday parties and so on? Ever watched them inflate those balloons from that big tank of helium? That is exactly what happened to Al's dick. Within one second of asking him that question it inflated like one of those balloons and once again filled my hand with hot, throbbing cock. Men are so easy. And predictable." I figured that since he is small at the front and slowly grows to his full girth, it might be different. Normally when you or any other guy fucks me back there, the huge head stretches me open first then there is that momentary pain and discomfort as the little ring goes into spasm on the smaller shaft behind. It doesn't last long but it is not one of the sex-play pains that I really like. I wondered what it would feel like if there weren't that initial sudden stretch and spasm.

"Oh fuck yes!! Are you serious?"

"I didn't answer. I just turned around, bent over and put my arms on the built-in shelf. There was some baby oil there so I handed that back to him then gave him the rules that you already know so well. ‘You take your time. You use plenty of lube. You go in a little bit then out, then in a little more than out. If I say "stop" you stop moving immediately to give me a chance to accommodate to you. If I say "out" it means I can't accommodate and you have to vacate. Immediately."

"There didn't seem to be any objection to any of these rules so I braced myself as I felt him line himself up. He did everything I told him to do and I couldn't believe it. There was no discomfort of any kind as his little head slipped past my ring. Then only increasing pleasure like I had never felt before from back there as he just stretched me more and more a little at a time. I must have moaned or something when he was about half way in because he suddenly stopped and sweetly asked me if I was OK. I just told him that it felt wonderful and to keep going."

"In no time I felt his pubies tickling my cheeks and knew that he was fully seated. Then he began to fuck. I was almost in heaven. The sensations from what he was doing were indescribable. Couple those feelings with the warm water raining down on my back, his hands tickling the sensitive skin on my neck and shoulder blades, his reaching around to caress my breasts and torment my nipples and every now and again he would reach all the way around and stroke my clit in rhythm with his dick as he smoothly slid in and out. I actually started to feel an orgasm building in my pelvis as he was doing that. But it turned out to be too much for him too as suddenly his hand left my clit, he clutched both my hips in an iron grip and growled like a lion as he slammed into me one last time and filled my rectum with his spunk. That was undeniably the best bum fuck I've ever had and I'll definitely go back for m ore of that."

"We rested together for a minute while he wilted and our breathing returned to normal. I stood and turned so I could look him in the eye. After we'd washed each other off I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss I really, really meant. Then I said to him ‘now there is nothing you haven't done to me so then next time we are together you can have me anywhere and any way you want'; then I slipped out of the shower and began to dry myself off. He just stood there under the shower head watching me with that look of awe on his face. I love that."

"I got myself all put together and came out to see what you had selected for me to wear on the trip while he was still standing under the shower looking at me. I love what you picked for me to wear, by the way."

"Thank you. I thought you might."

"Oh God. After getting interrupted mid-fuck with Allan this morning then telling you about everything I am so horny I'm going to die if I don't cum." With that I felt Sandi lift her bottom off the seat. I'm sure she was pulling her skirt out from under her little pussy. She kept her right foot on the floor but put her left leg over my right thigh which spread her wide open. Her little mewings accompanied the subtle movements of her hand between her thighs told me exactly what she was doing.

"If you are masturbating I want to do it to you."

"Shush. We'd have to move around too much. You just watch."

The fantasy scenes playing on the screen of her visual cortex must have been pretty graphic because in no time she was jerking and twitching against me while doing her very best to stifle her moans.

"Pinch my nipple for me."

From the very first time we made love Sandi has told me that on occasion, just the right amount of pain in just the right place at just the right time is a deal maker for her. If she is right on the edge but her orgasm is eluding her for some reason, it will tip her over the top and sometimes if she is just starting to ignite it will boost the intensity of her pleasure up several notches.

"Harder!"

"Just a little harder!"

"Ahhh. Ahhh God yes. That's perfect!" It was the flaming match to the kindling.

It was at that exact moment, either by coincidence or design that Helen arrived to ask us if we would like breakfast or a beverage of any kind. I suspect it was by design because while she appeared to be talking to both of us, her gaze was totally focused on Sandi. The whole time Helen was there I kept up the rolling pressure on Sandi's nipple. Once again Sandi was suddenly in orgasmic restraints which I knew was blissful agony for her.

Sandi was in no condition to converse so I responded. "No. Thank you very much. I think we'll just sleep for a little while. Our day started very early."

If Helen picked up the scent of Sandi's arousal she didn't let on. I don't know how she could have missed it. It was like a London fog around us.

"Well, ok then. I'll leave you to sleep. If you need anything just push the call button." But as she turned to leave she gave me a little wink. She knew.

Helen hadn't move two feet away when Sandi's almost silent, jerking, panting orgasm began. It lasted an extraordinary length of time. Undoubtedly having been caught by this beautiful woman and having to hold back right at the peak added to the tsunami. There wasn't even any post orgasmic chit chat. Within seconds of the cessation of her shudders, Sandi was asleep against my chest. I was rock hard of course but I knew Sandi would take care of me at a more opportune moment. The last thing I remember thinking just before I joined Sandi in dreamland was that she was still naked from the waist down, she was still splayed completely open, her hand was still between her legs and if the blanket slipped down while we were sleeping, someone was going to get quite a delightful eyeful.

I have no idea how long I'd been asleep when I roused briefly as Sandi slipped past me to go to the bathroom. Some indeterminate time later she returned. As she slipped by me enroute to her window seat she leaned down and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. A very, very pussy flavored kiss. In response to my questioning glance she said:

"Helen. She's from Denver. This crew has a twenty four hour layover in Zurich. She's coming home with us today."

She did. And that is another story.