Full Caribbean Moon - Sex Stories

Full Caribbean Moon

... "Remember the time you told me it would take a strange moon for you to consider such a thing?" He waited for her nonverbal agreement, then turned her toward the brilliant yellow orb looking down upon them. "What's stranger than a full Caribbean moon?" They returned to the table. Jonathan waited for them, and for a few minutes the threesome attempted strained conversation over the loud music. "I'm going to the bathroom," Will stated, and left the twosome to their own devices. He took his time in the toilet, giving them time a chance to get something going. Washing his hands, his attention was riveted on a vending machine. Considering that this might be something she'd need, he purchased a couple of condoms and put them in his pocket. On the return he took a different path on the opposite side of the pool, hoping to secretly spy on the couple. For a moment he couldn't find them, wondered if perhaps she'd decided to go through with it, that even now she was on the way to Jonathan's room. Then he saw them dancing again. Now she was even wilder, dipping further, showing additional cleavage, lifting the skirt higher, almost to her crotch, brushing the putative swain with her posterior. For his part, Jonathan responded, grabbing at the woman, placing a hand on her waist, pulling her to him. Heeding the action from afar, Will was filled with the sense that this time she might actually take a lover. For a few moments he considered just drifting off, letting them be, but then he ...

... worried that Terri might be afraid he was sick, would come running back to the hotel room looking for him, abandoning Jonathan. Besides, Will was intensely curious to find out if anything would really transpire, or if she would reject the idea at the last moment; he rambled to his seat. Terri caught his eye from the floor, winked at him, but made no movement to return to the table. When the band began another slow dance, Will watched with glee as Terri melted into Jonathan's embrace, the plumpness of her breasts pressed into his chest. The pair seemed to lose themselves in their closeness, and Will became excited as Jonathan's hand descended from the small of her back a few inches onto the top of Terri's backside. While she moved gracefully with the stranger, she pondered Will's proposal. On the one hand she felt queasy about defiling herself after years of faithfulness. On the other, Jonathan was attractive, not Ryan Gosling or anything, but he definitely had a certain savoir-faire. The fantasy was mainly Will's, but she shared a part of it, remembering with tenderness many of the men she'd been with before she'd met Will, the excitement they'd made her feel. Even the pleasure of the hunt, the flirting, the first kiss. What, she wondered, would it be like to be with a different man again? How would it feel to have his naked body next to hers, to be impaled by a strange penis? And she considered her husband, how excited he became in the bedroom when they talked about her in another ...