POWER OF THREE
ACT ONE
The binoculars were supposed to be for observing birds and boats, and dolphins off the coast of the island. That was the plan, do something worthwhile and improving with the honeymoon that never was, and broaden her horizons with a bit of nature study and general educational wholesomeness.
Yeah, right. So what do I end up doing?
Laurie Jones lifted the binoculars to her eyes and scanned the courtyard. Observing, yes, she was certainly doing that; but it wasn't really nature study unless you counted scrutinizing the mating habits of mammals of the higher, more civilized variety.
Well, semi civilized.
In the villa across the courtyard from hers, a woman was getting it on. She was getting it on big time, and not just with one man, but with two. Right there in the middle of a fully lit living room.
Of course, people were expected to have sex here, and lots of it. It was a lovers' resort after all. But exhibition threesomes? Well, why not? At least the trio over there seemed to have some genuine affection for each other in and amongst the rampant shagging. They were open and honest and they smiled a lot.
Honest. Yes. Not like some I could mention.
Laurie frowned, and the beauty of the night was suddenly shadowed. A claw of anguish clutched at her heart.
Stop it! Not now! Focus on the show. It's far too raunchy to waste good viewing time on brooding.
Adjusting the bevel on the field glasses, she refocused to allow for moisture in her eyes. The three friends had left the shutters to their cabana open, and all their lamps were lit. It was like a film set down there and the cavorting trio clearly wanted to be watched and admired in action.
What would it be like to be made love to by two men at once? The guys in Cabana Number Two weren't really her type, but they did look incredibly lusty. Not that she knew what her type was now. She'd had a type and it'd turned out to be a disaster, and even here she was still plainly fancying the wrong people. Flicking a quick glance to Cabana Number Three, she sighed and shook her head.
You're an idiot, Laurie. A complete idiot. Those two are gay, you fool.
In the true spirit of a Caribbean holiday, and as if to compound her poor decision making, she was currently attempting to drink a large, rum based cocktail at the same time as she watched her neighbors shagging. No easy feat whilst juggling the binoculars, and a bit of the potent over-proof and fruit mix dribbled down her chin. She swiped at it with the inside of her wrist whilst still clutching her glass and nearly deposited the whole lot down her cleavage.
The three in Cabana Two were still going at it hammer and tongs, and though the ferocious island spirit warmed Laurie's belly as it slid down into her innards, it didn't heat her up half as much as what she was seeing with her grandstand view. Cabana One -- her cabana -- was set slightly higher than the one she was looking into, and both were part of a group of three hugging a little hollow containing a courtyard with a sun patio and a shared swimming pool. Laurie could look straight down at the frolicsome threesome, perfectly safe lurking behind her rolled back shutters. Their main room, glowingly lit, was like a stage.
The two men's hands travelled greedily over their inamorata's body, and also, now and again, over each other's.
Oh God, that's even hotter!
Shutting her mind to the reason she was here without any man at all, much less two of them, Laurie suppressed a gasp, a shiver of desire surging through her. Lucky Girl down there had a man caressing her breasts and another caressing her pussy, and Laurie had to somehow manage to take care of herself whilst juggling the binoculars and her glass.
The drink would have to go. She set it on a ledge to one side of her, and then wiggled to settle herself more securely on her stool. Without taking her eyes from the cavorting trio, she nudged her wrap skirt aside and went for her sex, working
ACT ONE
The binoculars were supposed to be for observing birds and boats, and dolphins off the coast of the island. That was the plan, do something worthwhile and improving with the honeymoon that never was, and broaden her horizons with a bit of nature study and general educational wholesomeness.
Yeah, right. So what do I end up doing?
Laurie Jones lifted the binoculars to her eyes and scanned the courtyard. Observing, yes, she was certainly doing that; but it wasn't really nature study unless you counted scrutinizing the mating habits of mammals of the higher, more civilized variety.
Well, semi civilized.
In the villa across the courtyard from hers, a woman was getting it on. She was getting it on big time, and not just with one man, but with two. Right there in the middle of a fully lit living room.
Of course, people were expected to have sex here, and lots of it. It was a lovers' resort after all. But exhibition threesomes? Well, why not? At least the trio over there seemed to have some genuine affection for each other in and amongst the rampant shagging. They were open and honest and they smiled a lot.
Honest. Yes. Not like some I could mention.
Laurie frowned, and the beauty of the night was suddenly shadowed. A claw of anguish clutched at her heart.
Stop it! Not now! Focus on the show. It's far too raunchy to waste good viewing time on brooding.
Adjusting the bevel on the field glasses, she refocused to allow for moisture in her eyes. The three friends had left the shutters to their cabana open, and all their lamps were lit. It was like a film set down there and the cavorting trio clearly wanted to be watched and admired in action.
What would it be like to be made love to by two men at once? The guys in Cabana Number Two weren't really her type, but they did look incredibly lusty. Not that she knew what her type was now. She'd had a type and it'd turned out to be a disaster, and even here she was still plainly fancying the wrong people. Flicking a quick glance to Cabana Number Three, she sighed and shook her head.
You're an idiot, Laurie. A complete idiot. Those two are gay, you fool.
In the true spirit of a Caribbean holiday, and as if to compound her poor decision making, she was currently attempting to drink a large, rum based cocktail at the same time as she watched her neighbors shagging. No easy feat whilst juggling the binoculars, and a bit of the potent over-proof and fruit mix dribbled down her chin. She swiped at it with the inside of her wrist whilst still clutching her glass and nearly deposited the whole lot down her cleavage.
The three in Cabana Two were still going at it hammer and tongs, and though the ferocious island spirit warmed Laurie's belly as it slid down into her innards, it didn't heat her up half as much as what she was seeing with her grandstand view. Cabana One -- her cabana -- was set slightly higher than the one she was looking into, and both were part of a group of three hugging a little hollow containing a courtyard with a sun patio and a shared swimming pool. Laurie could look straight down at the frolicsome threesome, perfectly safe lurking behind her rolled back shutters. Their main room, glowingly lit, was like a stage.
The two men's hands travelled greedily over their inamorata's body, and also, now and again, over each other's.
Oh God, that's even hotter!
Shutting her mind to the reason she was here without any man at all, much less two of them, Laurie suppressed a gasp, a shiver of desire surging through her. Lucky Girl down there had a man caressing her breasts and another caressing her pussy, and Laurie had to somehow manage to take care of herself whilst juggling the binoculars and her glass.
The drink would have to go. She set it on a ledge to one side of her, and then wiggled to settle herself more securely on her stool. Without taking her eyes from the cavorting trio, she nudged her wrap skirt aside and went for her sex, working
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