Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 03 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 3: Matrimony - Chapter 03

... turned and exited the kitchen. The time was 10:45pm on this Thursday evening, and everyone was still trying to not only recover from our long airline flight from Norway yesterday, but also acclimate themselves to this brand new time zone. Trust me, it was not easy. "Hey kiddo," I said to Lindsay, who was all snug and curled up with Trish underneath a blanket on the sofa, the two of them watching television together. "Miss Trish," I greeted, leaning over and pecking her on the lips. "Hi," Lindsay cooed at me in her soft, ultra-sweet tone. Trish raised her hand and waved at me, saying, "Hey..." "When are you girls going to bed?" "Soon," Trish answered. "Been a long day." "A fun day, though!" Lindsay chirped. "My family is like best friends now with Trish's family. It's awesome!" "Happy birthday," I said to Trish for what seemed like the millionth time today. The sentiment never got old, though. "Thank you." Moments later, I ventured into the first bedroom and found Kristanna and Devon cuddling together as well. Even better, they were sharing deep, open-mouthed kisses, and both were stripped down to their lingerie. Soon, I knew the erotic showcase would be more entertaining - they would be totally nude and fully indulging themselves in each others' charms. Whenever they were alone together, these two ladies simply could not keep their hands to themselves. "Why don't you join us?" Kristanna grinned, extending her arm toward me as an open invitation. "Yes, join us, Jeremy," Devon ...

... agreed, her tone breathless. Call me crazy, but as tempting as the idea was, I had to pass. "I need to take a shower first and get freshened up. Perhaps a rain check?" Kristanna giggled at me and shrugged her shoulders. "You lose, then." She immediately resumed her tongue-laced kiss with Devon, and both ladies quickly forgot my presence. When I went into the other bedroom that this massive hotel suite had to offer, I noticed that Pamela and Amy were inside. Pamela looked very calm and serene as she lay there and slept peacefully. Amy, though, was all smiles and put her magazine down as I gingerly approached her. "Hi sweetheart," I offered, sharing a kiss with her. I placed my hand upon Amy's abdomen and held it there, and smiled again. It was my way of silently acknowledging the little life that was growing inside of her right now. "Hi Jeremy," Amy returned, full of happiness, as she put her hand over top of mine and squeezed appreciatively. "How is she doing?" I asked, motioning toward Pamela, who was sprawled out next to her in bed. "Better," Amy nodded. "I think knowing and realizing that she has a problem - an actual medical issue - has helped her out a lot. Pamela is looking forward to going to the doctor in the morning and getting back to her old self. She has also been sleeping a whole lot better the past 24 hours." "What about you?" I wondered, my hand now rubbing itself across what would soon be a baby bump. "You feel okay?" "I've never felt better," Amy graciously ...