“Time for a fresh layer of sunscreen, babe,” Anna said. “Come on, I’m offering my services.” Roz opened her eyes to slits and was blinded by the reflection of the midday sun on the ocean. Everything around her was blue, except for the waves when they crashed to shore with white frothy heads, loud and wild. She turned sideways to look at her wife whose skin was always the colour of lightly milked coffee. Grains of sand dotted Anna’s long legs and Roz felt them drizzle on the back of her thighs as she straddled her from behind.
“This place is paradise,” Roz said and let her forehead fall back onto the deck chair. The lotion was cool on her hot skin and the touch of Anna’s fingers sent a small shiver up her spine. They’d arrived three days ago and had divided their time between sun tanning on the beach and sipping mango daiquiris by the hotel pool.
“It’s not a bad life,” Anna agreed. “I could get used to it.”
This trip was their honeymoon. They’d flown into Bangkok Airport from New York a week ago and this stop in Phuket was what Roz had been looking forward to the most.
“Maybe we should change careers. I’m sure Phuket needs lawyers.” Anna’s fingers still lingered on Roz’ back. When her wife didn’t immediately reply, Roz pulled one eye open and, before turning to face Anna, peered into the indigo sea. “Try to keep your eyes in your head, babe.”
They’d first noticed the woman two days ago when she dined at a table next to them at the beach club, just her and a copy of Jeanette Winterson’s ‘Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?’
“Hardly a beach read,” Anna had said.
“Maybe.” Roz had leaned over the table. “But it does give us some vital information about its reader.”
They had both appraised the Asian woman in their own way.
“What a shoulder line,” Anna, the more sporty and health-aware person in their relationship, had said. “You don’t get muscles like that just by sitting around reading books.”
“You should know.” Roz had admired Anna’s toned biceps and pronounced collarbone and vowed to take more body pump classes when they got back. Anna’s gym attendance was regular like clockwork while Roz practiced a more slacking regime. She’d turned her attention back to the woman. “A white tank top on exotic skin should be declared one of the great wonders of the world.”
The woman had briefly looked up and Anna and Roz had quickly averted their gaze, realising they must have come across as lusty teenagers. Of course, only Roz’ cheeks had turned pinkish—the curse of being Irish and having the sensitive skin that comes with that particular heritage. The woman had smiled briefly and when they’d returned to their room half an hour later Roz had practically jumped Anna’s bones.
“You’re one to talk,” Anna teased. “Every time we see her you can’t get in my pants quickly enough.” Anna tied a knot into Roz’ bikini top, pushed herself up and sat down next to her wife.
“Some women just beg to be ogled. Look at her, she oozes sensuality.” Newlyweds or not, Roz had been together with Anna long enough for remarks like this to be considered harmless. The woman dipped her toes into the water, both her hands resting just above her buttocks. She stood sideways and Roz feasted her eyes on the copper-skinned profile a few feet away. She wasn’t tall like Anna, probably about an inch shorter than Roz even, but her breasts nearly spilled out of her floral-themed bikini. “Curves in all the right places,” Roz murmured and, for an instant, forgot where she was.
The woman turned on her heels and walked away from the sea. Backed by the sun she seemed more like a magical apparition, or a naughty wedding gift, Roz thought. She shot them both a sly smile and Roz, who’d already been melting because of the heat, expected to find herself reduced to a mere puddle of wetness when she could finally pull her gaze away.
“Room. Now,” Anna whispered in her ear and Roz could only be grateful that, by and large, they had the same taste in women.
As soon as they set foot in their hotel room, Anna slammed Roz against the door and thrust her tongue deep into her mouth while peeling off her bikini top. Anna was usually a patient lover, someone who revelled in postponing her partner’s climax long enough for it to leave them ruined and breathless in bed after. This woman must have quite the effect on her. Roz wasn’t complaining though. After seven years together, they still had a more than satisfactory sex life. Who cared if it involved lusting after strangers and transporting the spark into the privacy of their bedroom? It only added to the intimacy between them. They didn’t stray, didn’t feel the need to open up the relationship. They just made it work. Of course, with Anna being as fit as she was, with her long brown limbs and big dark eyes, Roz would have to be blind and very stupid not to take regular advantage of what was on offer.
Anna rolled a finger over Roz’ left nipple, gently at first but soon she was tugging at it, almost pinching, and Roz cried out with pleasure. She caught Anna’s glance and the feverish glint shining in it. Roz braced herself for a rough quick ride. Anna caressed Roz’ lips with her thumb before inserting it into her mouth. Roz tasted sand and salt and sunscreen on her tongue. The door was cold against her slightly burned skin and goosebumps spread across her body. Roz yanked the cups of Anna’s bikini top down and was floored again by the majestic curve of her breasts. As much as she loved Anna’s never-ending legs and toned arms, the bronze complexion of her skin and the tautness of her abs, her breasts were the real masterpiece of her body. Drops of sweat cascaded down from them, curving around the nipples and resting there. Roz cupped them in her hands and ran her thumbs over Anna’s erect nipples. She wanted to lean in and suck them, but she knew Anna was in charge and she was ready to follow her lead.
Anna’s right hand trailed down from Roz’ throat to her collar bone, stopping for one last squeeze at a nipple before shooting straight down to her bikini bottom. With one finger she traced a path between Roz legs, tantalising her and sending rush after rush of pure desire through her blood.
“Let’s see how wet you are,” Anna said, flashing her a dangerous smile. Anna slipped a finger between the fabric of Roz’ bikini and the softness of her wife’s touch made Roz’ head spin. Roz pulled Anna closer and kissed her ferociously. She bit her lips and sucked her tongue while Anna ripped the fabric off her and let it drop to the floor. Instinctively, Roz spread her legs wider. Anna’s index finger rubbed her clit and Roz’ pussy lips throbbed and slithered beneath it. She was more than adequately wet.
Roz’ knees buckled slightly when Anna inserted the first finger. Anna’s mouth was at her ear now and she breathed heavily onto the sensitive skin of Roz’ neck. Anna quickly added another finger and, with the thumb of her other hand, kept stroking her clit. Roz caught her reflection in the wall mirror. She was pushed into the door by Anna, naked and shivering, her eyes on fire and her legs spread wide.
The sight of herself on the brink of orgasm aroused her even more and she brought one hand to her breast. She watched herself as she pinched her nipple and gasped at the obvious effect it had on her body. Anna’s dark skin, contrasting with the milkiness of her own, stretched tautly over her muscles as she worked on Roz, fucking her with three fingers now, filling her while manipulating her clit. Roz wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. She let her finger dwell on her nipple and, with one final tug, came all over her wife’s hand. It was quick and messy but highly satisfactory. Roz let Anna hold her up and kiss her, too spent to rely on her own muscle power.
“You were dripping wet, babe,” Anna said, a smidgen of irony tainting her voice. “Yellow fever?”
Roz caught her breath and made her way to the bed. She pushed Anna down onto the stark white sheets and towered over her.
“It seems to be spreading these days,” she hissed into Anna’s ear, undoing her half torn-down bikini top. “I’m sure you won’t last longer than five minutes either.” Roz kissed Anna right next to her lips and felt her mouth stretch into a smile.
“Only because of your expert tongue.” She planted her hands in Roz’ hair and nudged her head down. Roz delayed briefly at Anna’s chest, dividing her attention between the two perfectly rounded domes. Anna’s nipples were so tiny and perfect, the way they reached up all perky and creased. Roz enjoyed their stiffness on her tongue and the testament they were to how her wife still longed for her—and the mysterious Asian woman.
Roz manoeuvred Anna out of her bikini bottom and savoured the tangy sweet smell of her pussy. It glistened and shone with wetness and Roz licked it up and down, her tongue only sparsely disappearing into the folds. Roz let her hands roam over Anna’s belly, her fingers travelling daintily over her hot skin. Anna’s head was already thrown back into the pillows, a soft sheen of sweat covering every inch of her. Roz delved deeper with her tongue and gave Anna’s clit a nudge along the way. A soft moan escaped Anna’s mouth, spurring Roz on to finish what they had started. This wasn’t a sexy lazy honeymoon afternoon. This was about getting off and going out there again, in search of the stranger who brought it on.
Roz rubbed Anna’s clit between her lips and allowed her tongue to slip down occasionally until she felt Anna squirm underneath her. She shoved her tongue as far into Anna as possible and tasted her salty stickiness.
“Yes, there, babe,” Anna groaned and Roz intensified her movements. She positioned one thumb right above Anna’s clit and focused all she had on licking her wife. She pouted her lips and applied pressure on Anna’s outer lips while her tongue kept penetrating, stopping every few seconds to let it swirl around the rim of her pussy. Anna pushed her body up, brushing against Roz’ thumb and Roz noticed her breasts shaking to the joint rhythm of their movements.
“Oh God. Oh yes.” Anna started shuddering underneath Roz’ mouth, short uncontrollable movements Roz was so familiar with. Hair next, Roz thought, and sure enough, a moment later Anna’s hands gripped her hair, pulling at it and pressing Roz’ mouth into her. The trembling stopped and Anna released the pressure on Roz’s head.
Roz straightened herself and covered Anna’s sizzling skin with her cool limbs. Anna kissed her full on the mouth, lapping at the juices that still clung to Roz’ lips.
“Great honeymoon so far, babe,” she said. “And we haven’t even gotten to the toys yet.”
Roz smiled as she remembered the velvet-lined handcuffs they’d packed—and the double-headed dildo. Without warning, another thought entered her mind. Oh, how she’d love to tie the Asian woman to the bed, strip off her top and tease her nipples. The idea of two pairs of perfectly shaped breasts at her disposal made her a little dizzy. Would it be wrong to make this kind of suggestion on their honeymoon? Judging by how opulently the juices were oozing from her wife earlier, Roz figured it would be more like a wedding present to each other.
“Here’s a crazy idea,” she started.
“A shower followed by some poolside drinks?” Anna guessed. Her words were innocent enough, but Roz noticed the naughty glimmer in her eyes.
“Something like that.” She casually ran her thumb over Anna’s nipple again. “And maybe we can have a little something extra for dessert.”
“You’re insatiable.” Anna giggled and grabbed Roz’ hand. She isolated Roz’ index finger and brought it to her mouth, letting it slide over her tongue and lips.
Roz stared deep into Anna’s eyes. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“If you’re thinking that I want to fuck you in the shower, then yes.” The prospect sent a pang of lust through Roz’ core. The hotel bathrooms were about the size of their entire Manhattan apartment and the shower was a huge walk-in affair with two different kinds of nozzles and variable pressure speeds. They had yet to test its full potential. Roz ignored the distracting thoughts swarming her brain and focused at the task at hand. She knew it wasn’t a question of convincing Anna, more a matter of making her agree to it out loud.
“Sounds good, but—” Roz searched for the right words. “Why don’t we save ourselves for later? That shower can easily fit three.”
Anna played with Roz’ fingers, a sign of either excitement or nerves. Roz guessed it was a mixture of both. “You have a dirty mind, Mrs Parker-Ellis.”
“Not dirtier than yours.” Roz ran a fingertip over Anna’s cheek. “Which is why we’re so good together.”
“What’s our plan of action?”
Roz felt the excitement grow in her belly now that Anna had as good as verbally agreed—as good as she ever would, anyway. “Hope she’s having dinner at the beach club again tonight, for starters.”
“By herself, with only some lesbian literature as company.”
“We can do it old-school. Send her a drink.”
“Or maybe one of us should approach her alone.”
“But she already knows we’re together.” Roz believed they should go through every stage of seduction together.
“Let’s not plan it,” Anna said. “Let’s order a bottle of champagne and see how it goes.”
“And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll still have each other.”
* * *
“She’s not here,” Roz said as she gulped greedily from her glass.
Anna fixed her calm dark eyes on her. “We’re quite early. It’s not even dark yet.”
The sun hung just above the horizon, its orange glow setting the ocean on fire. Roz kicked off her flip-flops and found Anna’s ankle with her toes. As far as romantic moments went, this one was pretty perfect. It didn’t really matter if the woman showed up or not.
“This is gorgeous.” A profound sense of fulfilment spread through Roz. It wouldn’t matter at all. With one eye on Anna and one eye on the sea, she witnessed how the sun dipped behind the water, coating the evening in a magical multi-coloured sheen. Roz saw a smile build on Anna’s face.
“Look behind you.” Anna nodded once.
Roz didn’t even have to turn her head because, sure enough, an instant later the woman appeared in her field of vision. She’d pinned a few strands of hair together on the top of her head and the rest of it cascaded down her neck, all black and sleek. She wore a short white see-through dress over a black bikini and brown leather sandals. She sat down two tables away from them.
“Best spot in the house,” Roz grinned.
“Give her time to eat first. She’ll need the energy.” An excited giggle escaped Anna.
The champagne started going to Roz’ head and she plunged her fork into a fish cake. Tipsy would do tonight, she concluded. There’s no use in engaging in a threesome if you can’t hold on to the memory afterwards. A nervous buzz tingled in Roz’ blood. Would they really do this? Never mind the outcome, she realised, it was this part of the game she had missed most. The early stages, the anticipation, the sweet thrill of seduction, and the complete unpredictability of it all.
They finished the rest of their bottle and nibbled on small snacks, their stomachs too jittery for a big meal, and cast covert glances at the woman. She’d ordered a green curry and washed it down with San Miguel Light while staring into the blackness of the ocean.
“No book tonight,” Anna stated the obvious. “Maybe she’s expecting company.”
“Shall we buy her a beer?” Roz didn’t wait for Anna’s response and waved over a waiter. Anna shuffled restlessly in her chair. Their eyes followed the waiter as he padded to the bar and put in the order. It wasn’t busy so it didn’t take long for a bottle of beer to emerge, a wedge of lime squeezed into its neck. Roz’ heart raced as the waiter transported the drink to the woman and nodded in their direction when he presented it to her. She prepared her sexiest smile and tried to hold on to it when the woman looked at them.
“Cheers,” the woman said, a gold bracelet around her wrist catching the moonlight as she lifted her bottle to thank them.
“Enjoy,” Anna said.
“Feel free to join us.” Roz took the lead. “If you’d like some company.”
The woman got up and strutted towards them as if she were walking a catwalk. “Don’t mind if I do.” She spoke with a posh British accent, which, truth be told, surprised Roz. It didn’t temper her acute case of yellow fever though.
“We’ve seen you around,” Roz said clumsily, suddenly feeling very self-aware. She’d been out of the game a long time.
“I always try to catch a few days here when I need to come to Asia for business. It’s so beautiful and peaceful.” She sipped from her bottle. “Unfortunately, I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“I’m Anna and this is my wife Roz. Very nice to meet you.” Anna extended her hand and Roz noticed how her thumb lingered longer than necessary on the woman’s when she shook it.
“Violet,” the woman said. “Thanks for the beer.”
“Our pleasure.” Anna exchanged a strange look with Roz, one Roz had never seen on her in the years they’d been together.
“What brings you to this lovely island?” Violet sipped from her bottle while waiting for a reply and Roz wondered if she could possibly do it in a more sensual manner.
“We’re on our honeymoon, hence the fancy drinks.” Anna clinked her glass against Roz’ as if they were having the most casual of conversations.
“Congratulations.” Violet peered at her bottle. “Excuse my more vulgar tastes.” She shifted her glance from the beer to Anna’s and then Roz’ face. “Any special plans for your special holiday?”
Roz swallowed hard and let Anna take care of the small talk. She’d play a more active role later, when it was time to strap on.
“Maybe.” Anna batted her eyelids suggestively. “If the right person crosses our path.”
“I have a pool villa.” Violet drained the last of her beer. “If you ladies care for some night swimming as a special honeymoon treat.”
The villa was a duplex boasting two bathrooms, a large dining room, twenty-four hour butler service and a private, discreetly lit swimming pool.
“Drink?” Violet asked and swung the mini-bar open. “I’ve been waiting for the right occasion to open this.” She pointed at a bottle of champagne and reached for the flutes hanging overhead. “Something tells me tonight’s the night.”
Roz looked at Anna but she seemed too caught up in the sheer lavishness of the place.
“Let’s try to get an upgrade next time, babe,” she said.
“You both certainly have the looks for it,” Violet said and handed Roz a glass of sparkling champagne. “To charm the staff at reception, I mean.” Roz wondered who was doing the seducing now. Violet opened the sliding door to the patio and put her glass on the wooden deck floor. With one hand she loosened the string holding up her dress around her neck and let it slip down. She wore a simple black bikini, which came as no surprise to Roz since she’d been eyeing it through the translucent fabric of the dress all night. Violet sat down and dangled her legs into the water. “Are you joining me?” she asked.
Anna, who seemed to be dealing with the situation like a well-seasoned swinger, had already unbuttoned her shorts and was pulling her tank top over her head, exposing a bright green and blue bikini. Roz could kick herself for not putting on swimwear but she hadn’t allowed room for swimming in her grand scheme for tonight. Not that the course the evening had taken wasn’t already exceeding her plans far and beyond. She had, however, hoped to have access to the bag of goodies waiting in their room.
Anna walked down the steps into the water and positioned herself next to Violet, an elbow leaning on the marble next to her and a glass of champagne in her hand.
“Come on, babe.” She fixed her eyes on Roz. “Show us your sexy red boy shorts.” Her smile was soft and teasing. Anna knew well enough Roz wasn’t wearing a bra. Roz decided this was no time for shyness and slid out of her jeans shorts. She dived into the pool headfirst with her faded black Blondie t-shirt still on and re-emerged with it clinging to her skin. Violet handed Roz her glass of champagne and all three of them stood scarcely dressed while sipping bubbles in the hot Asian woman’s private swimming pool. Things could be worse, Roz pondered.
“You’ll get cold if you don’t take off that wet t-shirt,” Violet said. “Unless your wife keeps you warm.” Roz gulped down the champagne, mainly in order to switch off the self-conscious thoughts racing through her head. Should someone take the lead? What are the rules? Are there rules to begin with? She padded over to the side of the pool and topped up her glass.
“Gladly,” Roz said and started peeling the wet t-shirt off her chest, “but surely you won’t let me stand here topless all by myself.”
Violet shot her a sexy grin. “Most certainly not.” She brought her hands behind her back to untie the string of her bikini top. “In fact, I’ll raise you.” Roz’ mouth went dry as Violet lowered herself into the pool. “And challenge you to a skinny dip.” Her arms disappeared under water and, when they re-emerged, triumphantly held up a wet black piece of clothing. Without breaking eye contact Violet slung it behind her and it landed with a soppy thud on the marble edge of the pool. Violet dipped under and sliced through the water, her body mere inches away from Roz.
Roz pinned her eyes on Anna, who looked just as mesmerised by Violet’s words and actions. She turned her wife around and planted a single kiss on her back before proceeding to undo her bikini top.
“My pool, my rules, girls,” Violet grinned beside them, her hair slicked back and drops of water trickling down her exotic skin. Roz felt a hand tugging at her undies. “Off. Now.” Suddenly, it was pretty clear who was in charge. When Roz slithered out of her shorts she could feel the heat of her pussy radiate through the cool water. Anna followed suit and a wet plop announced the landing of her soaking bikini bottom on the teak floor boards next to the pool’s marble lining.
“Three women naked in a pool,” Anna said, her voice low and hoarse. “I wonder what will happen next.”
“We swim, of course,” Violet added, and buried her head under water for a split second, only to have it rise up again coated in a fresh layer of drops cascading down her naked chest. Roz had trouble keeping her eyes off Violet’s breasts and she couldn’t wait to taste her nipples.
“You call that swimming?” Anna asked. She dived under and writhed her body between Violet and Roz, her skin brushing against theirs.
“What gave me away, anyway?” Violet asked, looking amused at Anna’s continuing pool antics—she was somersaulting now. “What made you buy me that beer?”
“Pure lesbian instinct,” Roz lied. “You looked in dire need of some entertainment.”
Violet leaned over, her wet shoulder gliding against Roz. “Let the show begin then,” she whispered in her ear. Anna gushed out of the water next to them and sprayed them with a fresh layer of wetness. Roz found Anna’s firm buttocks under water and started stroking them with one hand. Her other hand searched for Violet’s belly and a shudder of lust swarmed through her as she touched both women at the same time. She watched as Anna leaned in to kiss Violet and the heat inside her tummy exploded.
Roz slowly inched her fingers towards Violet’s breast. She stroked it with the back of her hand first, letting the nipple graze the gaps between her fingers. Her other hand cupped Anna’s breast and soon she was pinching both their nipples and the sight of them kissing right in front of her, despite the cooling pool water, set her skin on fire.
Anna broke the lip lock with Violet and trailed her tongue along Roz’ neck, stopping at the earlobe and nibbling it briefly. Violet’s hand touched Roz’ breast and squeezed. Roz let her hands roam freely between both Anna’s and Violet’s breasts and cupped and massaged and stroked them more frantically as the seconds ticked away. Anna kissed her, her moist tongue dancing inside Roz’ mouth.
“The pool was a good warm-up,” Violet groaned, “time to get serious.” She placed her hand on top of Roz’ and gently yanked at it, leading her out of the pool. Roz gave Anna’s nipple one final pinch and dragged her out by the wrist. It was the first time Roz saw Violet completely naked and the vision of her standing next to her own naked wife, ready for a night filled with pleasure she couldn’t yet imagine, made her knees go weak. Violet handed Roz and Anna a towel from one of the deck chairs and Roz wiped herself dry as fast as she could before the uncontrollable urge to touch both women’s naked flesh seized her again.
“I have some toys in the bedroom upstairs,” Violet half-grunted. She walked into the living room, her nipples perking up again under the chill of the AC. Roz couldn’t climb the stairs quickly enough and waited for the other two awkwardly standing around in the bedroom. Violet had snagged the half-empty bottle of champagne from downstairs and let it dangle loosely in one hand while the other curled itself around Anna’s fingers. Their skin tone seemed to be only a shade apart, making Roz feel very pale. Anna towered over Violet with her tall frame, but not for long because Violet, after draining the remainder of the champagne straight from the bottle, pushed her onto the bed. Anna took Roz by the hand and dragged her onto the bed with her. Violet hopped between them and Roz crawled backwards to get a better look at things.
“Hi,” Violet said cheekily, reaching for a remote on the nightstand and dimming the lights. “Welcome to my boudoir.”
Anna caressed Violet’s neck, her body pressing against Violet’s back. Roz noticed the raw lust in her eyes, a bold glimmer laying her desire bare and stripping Roz of any inhibitions. Roz intertwined her fingers with Anna’s on Violet’s neck and together they explored her skin. Roz pushed Violet onto her back and kissed her deeply, her tongue discovering every corner of her mouth. Anna’s hands were in her hair now, slowly travelling lower and soon all of their hands were lost in a caressing frenzy of hot burning body parts. Roz groaned as her nipples were pinched and another hand brushed against her lower belly. She didn’t know whose fingers travelled up her inner thighs and whose lips kissed her belly button. She had no idea how she had become the focus of the action and she couldn’t care less. The lips travelled lower, below her mound of carefully trimmed pubic hair—this was their honeymoon after all—and just as she felt the tip of a tongue brush her clit, Anna’s face was suddenly close, her mouth whispering, “Enjoy, babe.” Roz felt Anna’s smile stretch against her ear and revelled in the tongue bath Violet was giving her pussy.
Roz felt the wetness ooze out of her as Violet covered her pussy with her mouth. Anna fondled Roz’ breasts, pinching and releasing her nipples the way she knew drove her crazy. Roz already felt it build, like an unstoppable force bursting inside of her. Anna’s lips nuzzled her neck and her fingers worked her breasts while Violet let her tongue slip in and out of her pussy, straying at just the right times to her throbbing clit.
“Oh yes,” Roz moaned, the sign for Anna to kiss her full on the lips. Violet’s hands clasped her buttocks as she tried to drive her tongue as deep as possible into the folds of Roz’ pussy, alternated with long strokes along the length of it. “Oh god.” Roz’ groans were absorbed by Anna’s mouth as they grew louder and heavier. Her nipples felt electrified and so hard, as if a current ran through them. Violet focused on her clit now, flicking the sensitive bud back and forth with her tongue. The fire in Roz’ belly intensified and seemed to form a straight line from her nipples to her pussy until it erupted into a million explosions, gushing juices all over Violet’s face.
“Hold on,” Anna hissed into her ear, her voice almost a growl. She manoeuvred herself down and exchanged a wicked smile with Violet. “She likes to get fucked after she comes.” Anna’s fingers already brushed the edge of Roz’ pussy. Violet took Anna’s place at the top of the bed and, without hesitation, slipped her tongue inside Roz’ mouth. Roz smelled herself on Violet, a sweet and pungent perfume mixed with hints of chlorine from the swimming pool.
Anna penetrated her with one finger. “You’re so wet, babe,” she said, and, as if she had to prove that point, inserted another one. Roz realised that in seven years she hadn’t kissed another woman, let alone had someone else touch her like that. Anna soon fucked any coherent thoughts she still had out of her though as she found a steady rhythm and had a third finger join the party. Roz loved the full feeling of being penetrated after a climax and she let the sensation rip through her. Violet’s lips had trailed off towards her breasts and spread balmy saliva on her nipples. Roz’ breasts bounced against Violet’s mouth as her wife fingered her with that delicate but firm touch she had. Roz felt a different kind of orgasm build now, a more animalistic one, making her shudder all over. The walls of her pussy clenched around Anna’s fingers and she felt the cool air of the AC rush over her wet hard nipples as her breasts shook back and forth. She lost control and surrendered to the abundance of touch that was bestowed upon her.
A fresh ripple of electricity tore through her and Anna’s fingers kept filling her and Violet’s mouth was everywhere and then there was the first wave, tentative but already transforming into something much stronger, something so irresistible she had to catch her breath again and again.
“Oh fuck,” she said and repeated it. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” Her blood sparkled and her limbs tingled and her pussy blasted juices over Anna’s fingers. Drained, Roz relaxed her muscles and let the softness of the mattress envelop her. And this was only round one, she thought.
As she lay there spent, Roz watched Violet get up from the bed and rummage through a suitcase. She produced a shiny purple dildo and a black leather harness.
“Meet Lily,” Violet said lovingly, “who outlasts all my relationships.” She grinned and ducked back down to grab a bottle of lube. “I take her with me wherever I go.”
Roz instinctively grabbed Lily and the sight of the toy filled her with a fresh burst of energy. She vowed Violet wouldn’t forget her last night in Phuket easily.
“Allow me,” Roz said and let the supple leather of the harness slide between her fingers. She caught the twinkle in Anna’s eye and was forced to face the real dilemma of the night: who to fuck with it first?
Violet tightened the straps around Roz’ buttocks with soft hands and Roz suddenly felt very powerful. Anna was already nibbling on her ear, her breath hot and her words quiet and dirty.
“Fuck me, babe,” she hissed and put her hand between her legs. “No need for that lube. I’m so wet for you.” Anna grabbed Roz’ hand and guided it to her slithering pussy. Meanwhile Violet pressed her hot body against Roz’ back, her nipples rock hard and her lips trailing a moist path along the back of her neck. Roz had been having the fantasy ever since the notion of a threesome had started budding. She was going to fuck them both at the same time.
Roz kissed Anna and lowered her onto the bed. She turned around and looked straight into Violet’s face. “Come here,” she said and curled her fingers around Violet’s wrist. “I need you in front of me.” Roz slipped her tongue briefly into Violet’s mouth, still smelling her own juices on her lips. She gently coaxed her down and positioned her next to Anna. The pair of them laid out in front of her, ready for the taking, their skin touching and their legs spread wide, made Roz’ head spin. This honeymoon was already a dream come true, but this night topped every expectation she could ever have had.
Roz felt in control now. In her mind and in that moment, whoever carried the goods was in charge. She was about to encourage Anna and Violet to kiss but they’d already found each other’s lips, their heads turning towards each other and their hands drifting across each other’s bodies. Roz’ clit throbbed beneath the leather of the harness, but it was her turn to give. She crouched down and let her hands snake up the two women’s thighs—left for Anna and right for Violet. The strap-on dangled between her legs, powerful and full of promise. Both Anna’s and Violet’s breath quickened as Roz’ fingers inched closer to their pussies.
Still on her knees, Roz manoeuvred forward to give her fingers better access. Simultaneously, she slipped one finger into both women’s heat, causing a fresh wave of juice to gulp out of her, smothering the harness. If finger-fucking one woman was already so mind-blowing, doing it to two at the same time was spectacular. Lily swung between Roz’ legs as she increased the intensity of her movements. Anna was right, not a whole lot of lube would be required. Just to be on the safe side, Roz slowly retracted her fingers and grabbed the bottle from behind her. She applied the lube generously until the purple of the toy glistened just as much as what it was about to enter.
Violet and Anna played frantically with each other’s nipples, their mouths unwilling to break contact. Roz repositioned herself between Anna’s legs and slowly trailed the tip of the dildo along her wife’s pussy. Despite its respectable girth, the toy slid in easily and a short gasp escaped Anna as Roz inched it in farther. Anna, visibly too wrapped up in her own pleasure, stopped kissing Violet and threw her head back on the pillow. Her breasts bounced up and down to the rhythm of Roz’ movements and Roz could have come there and then, just by thrusting her clit into the soft leather of the harness every time she buried the dildo deeper into Anna.
Violet’s hands crept towards her clit and she started touching herself. She spread her pussy lips wide with one hand and rubbed the index finger of the other over her clit.
“Don’t come,” Roz groaned at her, “you’re next.” She treated Anna to a few more strokes and pulled out.
“Touch yourself, babe,” Roz said to Anna, “I’ll be right back.” She shuffled towards the opening of Violet’s spread legs and shot her a cocky grin.
“Your turn.” Roz repeated the actions she had earlier performed on Anna. She started slowly, but gradually amped up the pace until the dildo disappeared into Violet’s pussy in a steady back-and-forth rhythm.
“Kiss me,” Violet moaned and yanked at Anna’s hand. Roz caught Anna’s hungry gaze and it shot an electric pang of desire straight up her spine. Her clit was rock hard and the constant feed of tantalising live images in front of her wasn’t helping. Anna cupped Violet’s breasts and let them slam against her palms as she flicked her tongue in and out of her mouth and nibbled on her lips. Anna’s mouth stifled Violet’s high-pitched groans only up to a certain point. Roz didn’t want Violet to come yet—she wanted to drive her crazy first. She pulled out and locked eyes with Anna who fell on her back and spread wide. The wet pink of her pussy glistened and Roz didn’t bother with penetrating slowly this time. She dug in deep, burying the dildo into Anna’s pussy until she cried out with pleasure.
“Oh yes,” she started moaning and Roz judged it too cruel to pull out again. It was Anna’s first release of the night and there should be plenty more to come. Roz bent forward, over her wife’s trembling body, her knees digging deep into the mattress to support the feverish rhythm of her thrusts. She tried to find Anna’s eyes but her head was thrown back again, little currents of sweat trickling down her long neck.
“Oh god,” Anna continued and dug her nails into the sheet. She thrust her pelvis upwards to receive as much as possible from the dildo and Roz couldn’t suppress a gasp when she noticed a copper-skinned hand sneak towards her wife’s clit.
“Let’s make it one she never forgets,” Violet said and pushed Roz’ body upwards so she could get her head—and tongue—close enough to Anna’s clit.
Roz watched Violet’s tongue slip back and forth over Anna’s clit while she drove the dildo into her pussy. Roz felt her own climax build but she had to focus on her wife first. Anna’s hands tore feverishly at Violet’s long black hair, pushing her mouth onto her clit. A long loud groan announced the arrival of Anna’s orgasm. It beamed through the room and made the hair on Roz’ neck stand up. Violet licked her lips when she lifted up her head and shot Roz a triumphant smile. Roz pulled out and slipped her body next to Anna’s so she could kiss her. Anna lay there as if in a trance, her eyes screwed shut and her body still trembling. Roz planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and felt her own juices seep down between her legs.
“My turn, I believe,” Violet said while tapping Roz on the shoulder. “No need to get up.” Violet straddled Roz and pushed her down by the shoulders. She lowered herself onto the dildo and started bopping up and down. After the first few thrusts Roz knew she wouldn’t be able to stop it this time. The leather, moisturised by her own juices, rubbed against her clit every time Violet pressed down. Anna still lay recovering next to her, her hot skin rubbing against Roz’ arms every time she moved to meet Violet.
Violet stretched herself out over Roz’s body and Roz grabbed her heaving breasts, her thumbs stroking the erect nipples. As if she was manipulating her own clit, Roz intensified the movement of her thumb over Violet’s nipple the more aroused she got, which seemed to spur on Violet’s excitement as well. Violet’s mouth opened wider and wider as her moans got louder and soon Roz was mixing in her own yelps of pleasure.
She searched for Anna’s hand next to her and found it just in time to squeeze it as she came, shuddering and panting under Violet and the harness. Violet’s eyes were reduced to slits while she rode herself to ecstasy. Roz, wiped out by the succession of orgasms and the strapping on, still had a few thrusts inside of her and swayed her hips to the beat of Violet’s body. Roz needed her to come quickly because her clit had become ultra-sensitive and was getting desperate for some fresh air. It didn’t take long before Violet sighed her own prolonged sigh of relief, shivering on top of Roz.
“Blimey,” Violet said as she dismounted. “Lily never lets me down.” Roz couldn’t wait to get out of the harness and Violet helped her undo the leather straps. “The woman wielding it was not so bad either,” she whispered in Roz’ ear as she lovingly put Lily to the side. “How’s the wife?”
“Still catching her breath,” Anna said. “That was so damn hot.”
“We may need to cool off in the pool,” Violet remarked. “I’m flying back to London tomorrow and god knows when I’ll get to skinny-dip again.”
“Something tells me it won’t be that long,” Roz said, wondering about this mysterious woman and the lifestyle she led at home.
“If you’re ever in New York…” Anna said, a lazy grin plastered across her face.
“Time for some more night swimming, ladies.” Violet, looking surprisingly energetic after the orgasm she just had, hopped off the bed and raced down the stairs.
Roz’ legs trembled when she tried to get up, but then again, she had the largest climax count of the night so far.
“Are you all right, babe?” Anna asked.
Roz grabbed her wife’s hand—it smelled of sex and pussy—and planted a firm kiss on her palm. “I love you.” They descended the stairs together and found Violet with her hands in her hair, her magnificent chest pushed forward, while she showered under the cascading water fountain in the corner of the pool. “The night’s not over yet.”
Head first and unrestrained by clothing this time, Roz dived into the pool. The water flowed sensually around her skin. She swam towards the thrilling image of Violet’s naked breasts, water spilling over her pert nipples. Maybe it was anatomically impossible, but Roz felt her pussy lips throb again. It was clearly a case of mind over matter. Roz cradled Violet’s breasts with both her hands and pushed them together, letting her tongue travel between the brown buds of her nipples.
“Save some for me,” Anna said behind her back and soon they were each feasting on one of Violet’s breasts, sucking and fondling them as if they were the world’s greatest treasure. Violet leaned backwards until her body found the support of the fountain wall and she stood there, like some Asian Goddess descended from the heavens, sent especially to make their honeymoon a trip worth remembering forever.
The water rained down Roz’ back in a soothing stream, washing her clean of the earlier produced juices and firing her up for the next round. Anna kissed Violet against the wall and her hands trailed lower and lower. Roz could see her wife’s fingers approach the pitch black mound of Violet’s pubes and, rather than any kind of jealousy, it sent wave after wave of raw lust through her bones. They were just bodies now, bodies looking for pleasure and release. Roz joined the party just in time to hear Anna say, “I want to lick your pussy.” Violet’s eyes shone wildly under the faint outdoor lighting.
“That can be arranged.” Violet moved a few inches to the corner of the pool. She climbed the two steps and grabbed a towel from the deck chair, bunched it up and planted her behind on it, her legs already starting to spread. Anna kneeled on the pool stairs and started kissing Violet’s inner thighs. Roz, never one to have idle hands, positioned herself behind her wife and caressed her buttocks. Anna’s pussy bobbed in and out of the pool while she moved her face up and down over Violet.
Roz concluded she had the best seat in the house again and proceeded to fondle her wife’s butt, zoning in on the pinkness of her sometimes exposed pussy. She watched as Anna slipped two fingers inside Violet and decided it would be a good time to do the same. Anna was so wet and bucked down so hard on Roz’ fingers that she was soon going at her with three, contemplating a fourth. She watched Anna’s tongue slip and slide over Violet’s glistening clit while her fingers slammed in and out. Roz let Anna set the pace and moved her other hand under water in search of Anna’s clit.
On the other side, Violet’s grunts grew hoarser and when Roz looked up she saw how Violet dug her nails into the soft fabric of the towel. Drops of water shimmered on Violet’s body as Anna fucked and licked her to another orgasm. The sight of her own fingers disappearing inside Anna’s pussy caused a tingle to creep up Roz’ spine every time she pushed forward. Her other hand manipulated Anna’s clit under water and Roz marvelled at the sight of so much pleasure. Anna had let her forehead fall onto the towel and she rode Roz’ fingers hard. Her body made sloshing sounds in the water and they mixed with the slapping sound of Roz’ fingers in her pussy. Roz continued fingering her until Anna’s back was so arched and her muscles shook so hard, Roz feared an orgasm-induced seizure.
Anna let herself fall on top of Violet, her head landing on her pillowy chest. “Fuck,” she said, “all this swimming has exhausted me.”
“It is a very high-energy activity,” Violet said with her eyes closed.
Roz took in her surroundings, maybe for the first time since entering the villa. A green palm tree leaf hung over the wooden fence next to the pool, rustling in the faint breeze. The night was quiet around them—this was not a party hotel. The only sound was the steady drum of the fountain water splashing into the pool. Roz hoped the nearest villas were far enough away for their cries of pleasure to get lost in the wind. Most beautiful of all was Anna’s head rising up and down on Violet’s chest. Her wet hair was draped over Violet’s nipples and her hand rested almost innocently on her belly.
Maybe paradise is not a place where you watch your wife lick another woman’s pussy, she thought, but it can’t be far off.
* * *
Roz woke to the sound of water drumming against glass. Anna lay next to her with her head resting on Roz’ arm and her body still gently heaving with the slow breath of sleep. They weren’t in their room and this wasn’t their bed.
“Morning,” Violet said as she emerged from the bathroom, a white towel slung across her lower body. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I have to dash.”
Still dizzy with sleep, Roz took in the sight of Violet’s naked breasts one last time before she fished a bra out of her suitcase and covered them. “No worries,” she said with a dry mouth.
“No need to wake the wife.” Violet grinned. “We’re all a little tired this morning.” She jammed some more stuff into her suitcase, and then faced Roz again. “I’ve arranged an upgrade with the butler.” She flashed Roz a glamorous smile. “The villa’s yours for the rest of your stay. It is your honeymoon after all.” She slipped into a pair of white linen pants and topped it with a tight navy t-shirt. “Enjoy.”
“But—” Roz started to protest. “That’s not—”
“I know it’s not necessary.” Violet walked over to the bed. She smelled clean and fresh and of a million flowers. “But seeing as we’ve already shared so much.” She pecked Roz on the cheek and shot her a quick wink. “Give my best to Anna.” A few minutes later she was out of the door and out of their lives.
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