Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 07 - Sex Stories

Island Fever 4: Paradise - Chapter 07

... her lips suddenly curled into a massive, toothy grin. "That loud, banshee cry? Wow." She hesitated for a brief moment, but then quickly advised me, "I'm going to tell Pamela you said that about her!" "Oh, I'm sure you will," I reciprocated with a smile of my own, as Kristanna dove onto her surfboard and made her way out to Pamela. The two ladies were lost in a private and quiet talk, but they still managed to look my way and giggle regardless. An instant later, it came. "JEREMY!" Pamela roared at me, stifling a laugh at the same time. Oh, I loved the playfulness of our marriage... In my humble opinion, at least, there was no place on Earth quite like the romantic, little sun-drenched island that I owned (and once lived on for 16 years) in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Here one could find palm-fringed blue lagoons, lush rainforests, cascading waterfalls, soaring summits, a live volcano and beaches of nearly every hue - gold, red, black and even green. Too gorgeous to be real, this stretch along the southern coast was one of the island's postcard-perfect beaches - a mile of golden sand as soft as powdered sugar bordering translucent turquoise waters. The waves here were moderate and excellent for swimming, snorkeling and, of course, surfing. A tiny offshore islet completed the picture, serving as both a scenic backdrop and a bird sanctuary. We were in the middle of our 10-day vacation which offered our family the opportunity to return to the roots of our relationship - this ...

... island - and revel in not only its sheer beauty and remarkable grandeur, but also the many, joyous memories we had here. I had chosen to devote this particular afternoon and evening to (in my eyes, at least) the two most unique and captivating women in the whole, wide world, Kristanna and Pamela. Oh, please do not misinterpret what I say here. My other four wives - Devon, Trish, Lindsay and Amy, as well as my fiancee (Scarlett) were all incredibly special and unique in their own right. They all meant everything to me. Kristanna and Pamela, though, were on their own plateau. They had their own stratosphere in my book. What more could I possibly ask for than spending the entire day exploring the island and dabbling in its countless treasures with Kristanna and Pamela by my side for every step of the way? Still holding my shin, I looked out at _Frick and Frack_ (an odd, yet funny nickname I gave them long ago) as they now seemed too involved with each other to remember that I was with them as well. It was okay, really. Kristanna had earlier volunteered to give Pamela, a total novice, a few surfing lessons here at the beach. Their happy smiles and squeals of glee were incredibly touching and heartwarming, and helped me temporarily forget the massive struggles our family had been through in recent times (Trish's father passing and Amy's subsequent hospitalization). Pamela tried to stand on her surfboard in the open water, but she clumsily tumbled over like a house of cards falling ...