Oh God, it's all too much! I've got to come!
Laurie worked at herself hard, as hard as Dark-Eyes and Blondie were working each other, as fiercely and as desperately as they slammed their rocking, pulsing bodies together.
Then, within seconds, her orgasm was like a starburst, breaking within as a brilliant, multicolored firework display might cascade and burst in the velvet night above them all. She strained to watch her partners as her pussy clutched and clenched, but her eyes rolled up momentarily. Overcome, she stumbled against the window frame, her hand a working, wriggling demon inside her knickers.
It was so sweet. So intense, in a way she'd never known before. A shared experience, yet in a bizarre and deliciously perverse way.
When she fell back out of the sky into her own throbbing body, Laurie's eyes snapped open and she was with her men again. They were coming now, bodies in violent motion, groaning loud enough to rouse even the shagged out neighbors from Cabana Two. Semen spurted out into the tropical night, jetting white and pearly from between Dark-Eyes' gripping fingers.
But he and his lover didn't tumble to the floor. They both clung on to the window frame, swaying but upright, clutching at each other, chests heaving, expressions strangely tender in the quiet aftermath. Their closeness moved Laurie, and inexplicably, or perhaps explicably, her eyes misted with tears.
They do care. They really care for each other.
And then, against all reason, Dark-Eyes' dazed expression cleared again, and the way he looked at her showed concern for her too. He gave her a questioning look, a little lift of the head, as if inviting her over to share the afterglow with them, and come down from the high in their company. Blondie seemed to wake up when Dark-Eyes murmured in his ear, and when his eyes opened, his smile was dazzling, friendly and beatific… and aimed at Laurie.
Temptation twisted her heart hard. She wanted to go, but somehow, despite everything, it was too soon. The two lovers were too wound up in each other at this moment, and it seemed wrong of her to intrude. Dark-Eyes seemed to sense her decision and gave her a little nod, with a smile too. Almost gentle. Blondie lifted his hands and blew a kiss in her direction.
Laurie nodded in response, and then finally backed away from the window, leaving the sated pair to their world of mutual intimacy.
The next day, she thought. She thought long and hard.
Does orgasm always provoke catharsis like this?
With the frolicsome boy-girl-boy trio getting frisky around the pool, and her two "lovers" gone off scuba diving or pursuing some other strenuous island activity, Laurie found a quiet beach about twenty minutes walk away, on which to lie and mull things over. It dawned on her that she'd been in a sort of thee-way relationship for a while now, with Jim and Melanie, but she just hadn't known about it. She'd kept telling herself since she'd arrived on the island that her fianc's betrayal didn't bother her, but now she knew it did. She'd been living in denial, mainly, until last night. When hot night air, over-proof rum and simmering grief had transformed her into someone who'd do the sort of thing that she'd never dreamed of ever doing before.
But watching, and pleasuring herself with Dark-Eyes and Blondie had changed her. Outre and not her as it seemed, she was part of a new threesome now. And despite her qualms, and the sense of shock she felt when she reminded herself what she'd done, she felt closer to her ersatz partners than she had to anyone in a long time. Despite the fact they'd never touched, and barely yet spoken.
She still wasn't really sure which was which. Either one could be Ed; either one could be Denny. But she was bound to them whichever one was which, joined by that sweetest of stolen orgasms.
There was a note lying on her mat when she returned to the villa, and her heart leapt, knowing who it was from.
Hey, neighbor!
How about a drink with us tonight, eh? Or a bite to eat. Or a chat. Or something.
About eight? Please come, it'll just be us three. We're looking forward to getting to know you better.
Ed and Denny in Number Three.
Oh God, what did "something" mean? Part of her feared it and wanted to run, and run now, straight back to the island's little airport and get on a plane back to normality, even though that normality was a pretty grim state.
But then again, the provocative Ed and Denny might just be being neighborly and taking pity on a singleton.
But that was absurd too. She couldn't ignore what'd happened last night, and neither could they. Unless they did things like that on a regular basis, just for fun, and it didn't mean anything.
Her head whirled, even in the absence of rum. But she made a decision. She wouldn't be a coward. She'd go. Take her chances on whatever "something" was.
With silly smile on her face, Laurie headed for the shower. Better make herself as gorgeous and fragrant as possible, just in case.
What did one wear for a hot date with two men?
ACT TWO
It'd taken four changes of clothing to decide what to wear, and even then Laurie had ended up in the first outfit she'd tried on — a floating tropical print sundress with a halter neck that tied in a bow at the back.
It was a daring choice for her, but she'd been planning to wear it for an all-sex honeymoon, luring Jim back to bed almost as soon as they'd got out of it. Now, even though there was a little guard fire of anger and pain still burning inside her, the thought of sex with her former fiance was starting to make her cringe. She couldn't get over the image of him with chubby Melanie, sweating and heaving.
An especially repugnant thought, after the competition quality erotic exhibitionism she'd observed last night from both the villas across the patio. And particularly from beyond the door she was about to knock on now, taut with nerves.
Doubts had resurfaced as the appointed hour had rolled around. How could she face them? It was the moment of truth. She'd spent a large part of the day, alternating between reliving last night, and convincing herself that it had probably been just a tipsy dream, even though she knew it wasn't. She'd never seen herself as a brazen woman, but last night she'd not only come close to the border of brazen, she'd smashed right on through it.
You can still change your mind, kiddo. You can plead a headache tomorrow. I'm sure they won't be offended. They don't seem like the type to bear grudges, and maybe they'll just get the message that you're not interested and keep it all friendly, but distant?
But another voice murmured coward. The same one that told her she was interested. Listening to that one, she took a firm grip on the neck of the bottle of over-proof she'd brought as a gift for her hosts, and knocked sharply before she could prevaricate and chicken out.
A low masculine murmur emanated from beyond the door. Hard to tell its tenor, but she hoped it was the sound of someone who was pleased by her arrival. Maybe she wasn't the only one having second thoughts. After all, these were a couple of gay lovers, into each other, not some stray woman.
The door swung open, and Dark-Eyes' warm smile both quelled her fears and reminded her of the pleasures of last night. His eyes twinkled, and up close she could see they were brown, rich and glowing as the rum in her bottle, and very, very sexy.
"Well, hello! So glad you decided to join us. Do come on in!" He threw back the door and waved her through, his gesture expansive and graceful. Dark-Eyes was the skinnier of the two men, but he looked fit and strong in a black, long-sleeved cotton top and snug fitting jeans.
His partner, Blondie, unwound himself from the planter's chair he'd been lounging in, and came towards her, his smile just as welcoming, but quite different to his fellow's.
Blondie, up close, was simply dazzling; there were no two ways about it. His hair was a tousle of dark gold curls and his face bordered on the angelic it was so pretty, yet still it was full of character, and strong. He was slightly broader built than his friend, but moved lightly and lithely as he held out his hand. The acknowledged beauty of the two, he looked like a film star in his white shirt and cream linen trousers and waistcoat, as if he'd fallen from a screen showing Brideshead Revisited.