“I’ll make it easy on you newbies.” Mallory chuckled. “No kissing and no penetration. Let’s just have some light fun, shall we?” She crawled onto the bed on all fours. She went to one end and dropped another curtain. “Let’s close this thing up. Then you guys won’t feel so exposed. But I have to tell you”—she moved to the next tie and undid it—“in Paradise, there’s a lot of fucking to be had by all. It’s expected. The only time we’re civilized is at meals. That’s why I love it here so much. It’s a kind of freedom like no other on earth, and it’s addicting.”
After the curtains were down, and Pete and Emma fully undressed, they rearranged themselves on the bed, Mallory somehow managing to settle herself between them.
It was clear this model was used to getting what she wanted.
Pete had a moment of hesitation. Both he and Emma were hungry and tired from a long day of traveling. He knew this impromptu meet-up was likely not what Emma had in mind for their evening together. But his hard-on was so painful now it was distracting. Pete knew he wasn’t going to make it back to the room without getting off somehow.
Then Mallory leaned in and closed her lips over his pec, tracing his nipple with her tongue, one hand caressing his outer thigh, while her mouth moved down his stomach.
He groaned.
It wouldn’t hurt to partake a little. This was what the lifestyle was all about. The advice the guys had given him about not having sex with anyone but his wife raced through his head, but he and Mallory weren’t technically going to have sex. She had set up the parameters, and he had no trouble following them. He glanced over at Emma one more time. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked her, his jaw clenched as Mallory darted her tongue along his abs.
Emma seemed to shake herself. “Doesn’t seem like there’s much of a choice at this point.”
Mallory heard them and turned to Emma. “No worries, I’m an equal opportunity girl. Do you swing both ways?” she asked his wife.
“Not exactly, but I don’t shy away from much either,” Emma replied. “I love sex, so if there’s pleasure involved, I’m usually in, male or female. But I don’t crave a female touch.”
“Pleasure like this?” Mallory cupped Emma’s breast, bringing it to her lips, slowly capturing the nipple, and then drawing it into her mouth for a long suck.
When Emma moaned, Pete nearly lost it right there.
As his wife lay back on the bed, Pete knew staying was the right choice. They’d both agreed to come here and knew this was what they would find.
* * *
Emma cried out, her orgasm building as Mallory’s fingers circled her clit. The moment Mallory had joined them intimately, the intensity of need had changed for Emma. The need for pleasure had become carnal, which was usual for Emma when she and Pete were with others. That’s why she enjoyed the lifestyle so much, and why she and Pete had been in it for so long.
“Yes, more,” Mallory panted. “I’m almost there.”
“Fuck,” Pete groaned, repositioning himself.
Emma lifted her head. Pete had been between Mallory’s legs with his tongue, while Mallory was stroking and licking Emma. It was something she and Pete had done many times before, but this time, as she watched him, a burst of uncertainty ran through her. She didn’t have any clear rationale as to why, but she was fairly certain this wasn’t what she wanted anymore. But the pleasure was too intense and it made her hazy.
Maybe it was what she wanted? She was going to come hard, and that was a good thing.
Before she could focus on it more, Mallory started to buck. “Yes, yes, yes.” As she orgasmed, her lips found Emma’s nipple again, taking it hard.
Emma’s own orgasm was close to a fever point. As Mallory writhed in pleasure, and Emma watched as Pete sat up in front of the model, his eyes hooded with lust, his hand fisting his cock. A few strokes later, he came, pumping it all over Mallory’s stomach.
“Goddamn,” he uttered with closed eyes, his head tipped back.
A second later, Mallory surprised her by whispering in her ear, “I’m going to make you come, just like this.” She inserted her finger into Emma’s core, and as she slid it back out, she rubbed Emma’s G-spot perfectly, moving both fingers in a slow circle.
Emma cried out, her body clenching.
As Emma came, Mallory’s fingers continued to rub the sensitive area, literally wringing out every ounce of pleasure she could. Emma’s body curled in on itself as sensations pinged through her like lightning bursts going off all over her skin.
After a few moments, Mallory sat up. “Well, thanks for that, guys. It was fun. I’m sure I’ll see you around. I’m at the pool a lot.” She parted the curtain and climbed out of the lounger. “And just so you know, you guys are sexy as hell. See you later!”
Then she was gone.
It took Emma a full minute to come back down to earth, and go over in her mind what had just happened. Had they really just been with Mallory Baldwin? Or had that been a dream?
“Wow, that was incredible,” Pete said, moving over to gather Emma into his arms.
Before he could embrace her, Emma sat up and began to put her clothes on, skipping the bathing suit and going right for the sundress. Her hat had fallen over the side, so she leaned over to grab it.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Pete asked, locating his bathing suit. It was full dark now, and even though there was soft light coming from the pool, it was hard to see, especially since the curtains were still down.
“I’m going to head back to the villa. Our food is probably cold.” Emma hopped off the lounger and began walking.
“Wait a minute!” Pete called. “Emma, stop! I’m not dressed yet.”
Emma slowed down, but didn’t stop walking, her mind a riot of thoughts. She needed time to think by herself. “I’m just going to go on ahead,” she said. “I’ll see you there.” Emma brushed away an errant tear that had formed in the corner of her eye as she began to move again. She had no idea how to get back, since they’d taken the beach, but she knew there had to be pathways from the pool back to their suite. She strode around the pool in the direction she thought was the right one.
There were several walkways on the other side of the pool.
She cursed herself for not looking at a map before they’d taken their beach excursion. She chose the one that seemed to head toward the beach in the direction of the villas.
The path meandered for a while, lit up on either side by solar lights tucked low into the ground. There was finally a break in the bushes up ahead, and she spotted a small arrow that said Villa 10 and a new path leading toward it. She walked past two more and finally found the arrow pointing to Villa 7. She didn’t have the card key, but they’d left the sliding doors open in front.
In a place like this, there wasn’t much need to lock up.
She walked around the side, passing by the outdoor shower. She was tempted to jump in, as it was warm outside, but Mallory had been right. The bugs were out. She swatted at them as she climbed up on the deck and went in through the bedroom door. It was dark, but the moon was out, so she could see well enough.
Once she was inside, she clicked on a bedside lamp and continued on to the bathroom. She opened the door to the ultra-modern shower and reached in to turn it on. So many things raced through her mind that she was having a hard time narrowing in on what had made her the most unsettled.
It hadn’t been the sex.
They’d been in threesomes for years.
It was different.
Once the shower was hot enough, she yanked her sundress over her head and stepped in. It wasn’t ideal that Pete would be coming in so soon. She could use more time to sort out her feelings. She was scattered. She’d left the pool abruptly, so when Pete arrived back at the villa, he was going to want to talk immediately.
But she didn’t have any answers for him yet.