Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 03 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 03

... days late arriving to the island because of her passport issues - I had my first one-on-one sexual encounter with Trish." Bingo! A vastly underrated video in my collection, and not something I had watched all too often. Nor was Lindsay's initial one-on-one coupling with Trish something that I covered and described in the original story. "Even though I had sex with you and Trish the day before," Lindsay mused, "I remember still being so incredibly uptight and nervous with Trish when it was just her and me. But by the end of it, I think, I was finally able to loosen up and embrace the way things were going to be on the island for me." I turned and smiled at her. "You? Uptight and nervous about having sex? The way you are nowadays, two years ago seems more like 50 years ago. You are a completely different person today than you were back then. You have sex with someone in the family, Lindsay, every single day." "Yeppers, I'm a little floozy now!" she giggled. "When was the last day you didn't have sex?" The 20-year-old shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno. Maybe two, three months ago? There is always someone for me. So would you like to watch that video of me and Trish from 2013, Jeremy? It's always good to relive our past." "Yes honey, I would. After breakfast." * * * 20 minutes later, I was perched at the control panel in the voyeur room with Lindsay leisurely sitting on my lap, the side of her face resting upon my shoulder, as I scanned the archived files for the video in ...

... question. Those 206 cameras and microphones hidden throughout the mansion and its property pumped live images and sounds into the 63 various monitors in front of me if their accompanying motion detector was activated. In many ways, the voyeur room resembled a television production studio. I could turn feeds on or off, mute audio when I wanted, and switch what each monitor displayed with just a couple of keystrokes. -- Trish&Lindsay06072013-FR-Sofa.avi -- "Found it," I announced to my angelic wife. I clicked on the file and the images and sound from that memorable day immediately appeared on the big screen just in front of us. I had to do a double-take because Trish, who I now only knew as a beautiful, ravishing brunette, was actually a bodacious blonde in the video from two years ago. Sometimes, I had to remind myself that when I first met her, Trish was a blonde. She was beautiful either way, of course, but I had grown accustomed and attached to her in recent times as a brunette. Trish claimed she would never change her hair color again. "I look so dumb and scared!" Lindsay giggled, pointing at the monitor. "I was really nervous that day." "Yesterday was quite an eventful day," Trish said in the video, as she sat side-by-side on the sofa with Lindsay in the front room of the estate back on the island, halfway across the world. Trish ran a tender hand through Lindsay's free-flowing hair and ruffled it up a bit. "Are you having any regrets about what happened with me and Jeremy?" "I'm ...