Cindy The Gangbang Coach - Sex Stories

Cindy The Gangbang Coach

... Okay?" I was excited. "Yes, of course. This is fantastic, wonderful." Over the next few days, I helped her shop and prepare. We bought Vicky's dress for her entrance and rehearsed things to say, like how to answer questions Wes might have. Thursday morning I met Vicky at LAX. Wes had a private jet waiting, one capable of the 3,500 mile flight to the Virgin Islands. Since Wes was coming from New York on Saturday, Vicky and I were the only passengers on the twenty-four seat plane. The crew served us with lavish luxury, the best I ever experienced. On arrival at St. Thomas, we transferred to a helicopter that took off as soon as we boarded. It flew a wide arc out over the Caribbean Sea. Thirty-five minutes later we descended to a landing pad on Wes' island. The aerial view of the tropical paradise was breathtaking: the bright colors, the contrast of water, beach and jungle. An elaborate villa was visible at the island's highest point. Smaller buildings poked through the foliage. I could see a yacht moored at the dock. Golf carts took us to our personal bungalow, a two bedroom suite with a huge deck facing the Caribbean sunset. Elaborate amenities were explained by the staff. There were flowers everywhere. Nothing was overlooked. We used Friday to decompress and adjust for the time change, then it was Saturday, party day. Vicky asked to see the location, an open mowed field nearby. At one end of the clearing there was a spacious stage, a platform covered with soft carpeting ...

... over thick foam padding. A throne for Wes was placed on a higher level. There were upholstered benches, chairs, and couches to accommodate various positions, plus stacks of pillows, light blankets, and towels. All was ready. Around seven, Wes paid us a visit. He and Vicky had a warm hug and kiss. Vicky introduced me, saying, "Cindy's why I'm able to be here." Wes was attractive, in shape, obviously very successful. He looked me over, openly weighing my sexual potential. We smiled at each other, mutually respectful. He took my hand, "Very pleased to meet you, Cindy. Very pleased." He opened his arms for a hug. He asked Vicky, "Any doubts? You can call this off, you know." She scoffed. "Call it off? Cindy, let's go. We'll find a real party in St. Thomas." Wes didn't expect that. He laughed, turning to me, "You've certainly had an impact." He hugged Vicky again and left us. I asked, "Are you really that confident?" "Totally!" At nine, we walked to the party. Vicky wore the mock wedding dress we had purchased from a Hollywood erotic costume shop. It was white lace but short, with a deep plunge V-front. The revealing dress did nothing to constrain her breasts while barely covering the matching panties and garter belt. An ankle length veil, white stockings, and pumps completed the outfit. She looked spectacular. I was merely an accessory to Vicky's beauty as I accompanied her in my slutty bridesmaid's dress that fit like a wet tee shirt. The path passed through a thicket of huge ...