While Paul dealt discreetly with the financial arrangements, Rosalie was handed a bouquet of white roses. The doors to the chapel swung open. She took a deep breath, and together, she and Paul walked down the aisle. The Elvis impersonator who was to perform the ceremony, resplendent in a tight white jumpsuit, hair styled into an immaculate quiff, crooned Can’t Help Falling In Love. Tacky but perfect, just as they’d hoped.
As they paused before the altar and Elvis opened his mouth to speak, Rosalie realised there was something very familiar about the man she and Paul now stood before. The voice, the pouting mouth, the beautiful brown eyes ... When Riley said he’d be working today, she’d never thought to ask where. Now she knew.
Nothing was said, but a look passed between the three of them, silent acknowledgement of this bizarre coincidence. Then Rosalie stepped forward, to reaffirm her love for her husband in front of the two witnesses the chapel had provided for them.
Only in Vegas could you find yourself renewing your marriage vows in a ceremony officiated by the man who’d shared a delicious threesome with you the night before, thought Rosalie, solemnly promising to love Paul tender, now and for the rest of her life. Only in Vegas.
Local Delicacy by Mariella Fairhead
Even before we set eyes on her, it had been one of the best days of our married lives: breakfast overlooking the gently lapping shore, and a long leisurely ‘forget-it-all’ stroll along the beach, kicking through the gentle waves as they broke across our feet. Then, just when we were starting to feel a little restless, we stepped onto the boat that would take us right out to the heart of the Great Barrier Reef, where we would scuba dive together, which we’d looked forward to doing for a few years.
We’d both dived several times before we’d met, and regularly talked about how much fun we’d had – and so we booked it. And where else in the world would you really want to go to dive!
So here we were on a boat bobbing gently on the surface of the Coral Sea, just off the coast of Queensland in north-east Australia. We were moored at a place called Steve’s Bommie, a stop off on the absolutely beautiful Ribbon Reefs, which believe me; you had to see in person to fully appreciate. However, even the wonder and majesty of Mother Nature’s landscape all around us, with its exquisitely elegant forms, kaleidoscope of vibrant colours and soothing, glimmering sea, had to bow down to the beauty of what we saw next, the vision of womanhood that we saw climbing up the side of our boat.
‘Everyone!’ the skipper shouted to get everyone’s attention, just as her head appeared above the side of the boat, ‘this is Maryse, she’s going to be helping with the dive today, please make her feel welcome, and please feel free to ask her any of the questions that I don’t have the answers to.’
A ripple of laughter ran around the other people on the boat as they wriggled into their suits and double-checked their gear, but I wasn’t laughing, not when faced with such absolute beauty. I was transfixed, soaking in her voluptuous, super-sexy curves, and her beautiful, angelic looking facial features, as she finished climbing into the boat. Water dripped and streamed from every bump of her bikini-clad body, to splatter loudly on the deck and pool around her feet, beneath a set of long, lithe legs.
‘Maryse has lived on and around these reefs for nearly thirteen years,’ the skipper continued, his mainland Australian accent thick and strong, ‘since arriving here as a fresh faced ten-year-old, from her native France, and she knows absolutely everything there is to know about the environment, and the various types of wildlife you’ll see once we hit the water.’
And with that, he gave a little appreciative hand gesture towards the gorgeous creature.
‘Maryse!’
‘Hi everyone,’ she said confidently, elegantly pushing her long dark hair back from her face, as she waved around the group of divers getting ready, many of whom had also been enraptured by her stunning natural beauty.
And then she spoke quietly and informally with the skipper, just out of earshot. A few seconds in, she gestured to the right of our boat, which when I followed their gaze, I realised was to point out the tiny little motorboat she’d arrived in. They both shared another little laugh, and then he gave her a little pat on the back, a friendly, colleague’s pat, showing there was nothing more between them.
‘You can pop your eyes back in now,’ my husband whispered in to my ear. I turned to him and smiled, realising only then how much I’d been staring at the beautiful diving assistant.
‘She is hot though,’ he added discreetly, then let out a little “phew” sound, and shook his head.
I gave him a playful slap on the thigh, which drew a feigned childish yelp from his lips.
‘Keep your eyes on your beautiful wife please! OK?’
‘Of course, dear,’ he sighed, and smiled at me again.
As we finished readying our tanks, we both watched in wonder as she helped others with theirs. She stopped by a couple directly opposite us, who had some trouble with their apparatus. To fix it, she took hold of the offending article, leaned over the side of the boat, and stretched right down to rinse it in the sea water, which presented my husband and me with an unhindered view of her perfect upturned, upthrust bottom. Her bikini bottoms stretched wonderfully across the full round curves of her cheeks, showing off the firm, healthy, swimmer’s muscle beneath. And between her legs, the thin, still sopping material was pulled tight across her crotch, moulding to every curve of her pussy, the full bulge of her puffy outer lips clearly visible. Discreetly, we both watched with delight as she wriggled and squirmed over the edge of the boat, doing whatever it was she was doing. At one point, her legs drifted even wider apart, showing off yet more of her bulging crotch, and the soft tender flesh of her inner thigh.
I could feel my chest heaving slightly as I imagined crouching down behind her, and licking ever so slowly up along those thighs, until my tongue reached the sticky, gooey treat at the top, which I’d lap and suck enthusiastically like a grateful little puppy dog slut, coating it in my sticky saliva, and drinking down her delicious girly cream, as she moaned and writhed against my face … At least that’s what I would have liked to do at that very moment. I’ve never actually done anything with a girl before – bi-curious only, you see.
Luke knows about my desires, and has even tried to set up a threesome a few times, but there’s just never been that instant connection I’d wanted with the woman, an instant and powerful attraction, that I just had to act on! The very same connection I was feeling right at this moment for Maryse.
And then I got a shock, when she pulled herself back to her feet, and while she shook out the unit she’d cleaned, she turned around and gave me a lovely, long dirty look, a look that said, I know what you were looking at, and I know what you’re thinking.
‘Busted!’ Luke whispered out of the corner of his mouth, and then he slipped his mouthpiece in and tried his air. However I could see from the look in his eyes, that he was feeling excited by the erotic charge sparking off between Maryse, and myself, which could potentially lead to something pretty special. I knew he’d have no trouble with me bedding down with her, and would most definitely like to join in with us, if I was happy with the idea.
I blushed bright red at being discovered, but it didn’t stop me from looking at her some more; soaking in her elegant hair, the full swell of her breasts, and the bulging crotch of her bikini bottoms – and more importantly, it didn’t scare her away either!
Things stepped up several gears when we finally started dropping into the water to dive. She regularly swam up against me, or cupped a hand tight around my waist to turn me around to see one of the many wonders of the reef, her hand just gently cupping and rubbing across the underside of my breast through my suit as she did. And even up on the surface, maybe three or four times, she’d pushed hair from my mask, or from my pouting lips, as her knee “accidentally” rubbed and brushed between my legs, the top of a strong thigh pressing firmly against the bulge of my pussy. Believe me, during those m
oments, the water wasn’t the only thing making me feel wet!
Then, after I’d not seen her for a bit, and while I was treading water with the majority of the group with our backs to the boat, mesmerised by a few whitetip reef sharks that were swimming elegantly by, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
It was Maryse, who was gesturing for me to follow, her face beaming with excitement. I did as she asked, and trailed her bubble stream, keen to see what she’d found for me to see. We ducked through a horizontal hole in the coral, which led to a wide clearing the other side, curtained all around by a shallow wall of coral.
‘Privacy at last,’ she gasped, as she threw off her mouthpiece.
Then before I had the chance to play coy, and ask her just what she meant, she clamped her lips to mine, and we started kissing, deeply, and passionately, as our hands roamed all over each other’s bodies, fondling breasts, grabbing and groping at bottoms, and pressing firmly, deep between each other’s legs.
‘You like girls!’ she half asked, half stated.
I didn’t reply; my crotch bucking on her firmly pressing stiffened digits, my pussy lips peeling slowly open around them beneath my suit, was answer enough.
‘I like girls who like girls,’ she purred, as she rubbed a teasing finger across my quivering lips. ‘Do you want to come to my place tonight, so we can … play?’
‘Oh God yes,’ I gasped, sounding more desperate than I intended, feeling mesmerised by the subtle, and super-sexy French tones escaping her lips.
‘What about your boyfriend?’
‘Husband,’ I corrected softly.
‘Husband,’ she sighed smiling. ‘Do you think he’d like to join in … or watch … or just leave us to it?’
‘Definitely one of the first two,’ I said with a laugh, and then I brought my lips in again to kiss her, but she held me back for a moment with a finger across my lips.
‘I’ll pick you up from the same jetty at nine, OK?’
‘OK.’
Then our lips met again, in another dirty, sloppy, wet kiss, as the waves splashed and lapped around us.
‘And this is home,’ Maryse said with deserved pride, as she steered her motorboat tight to the side of a much smaller jetty, before cutting the engine, and deftly leaping out to tie it off.
It was amazing, constructed out of old wooden beams, with a ramshackled-corrugated roof, but it looked straight out over the reefs, and there was no one else for as far as we could see.
‘Drinks in there if you fancy it,’ she said gesturing towards a wooden case, where the jetty opened right out in front of the structure, which was illuminated by a handful of shimmering oil lamps, ‘I just need to do something.’
She only disappeared for a moment before we saw her again, as she slid open a huge pair of concertina doors at the front.
‘Nearly ready,’ she stated, and then she disappeared into the darkness again. Seconds later she returned, pushing a king-sized bed out onto the extended jetty, under the glimmering stars, until the four wheels dropped and locked into slots in the decking.
‘Very nice,’ Luke beamed.
‘I love it,’ I gasped, pouring myself a drink.
‘Shall we start?’ she asked, before slipping her loose fitting dress from her shoulders, to reveal her perfect naked form beneath.
I gagged a little on my wine, as the moonlight illuminated her flesh, her bare breasts and thrusting, bulging crotch, which I could see already was glistening with wetness.
‘Wine OK?’ she asked as she strolled in behind me, pressed her naked body against mine, and started caressing me, running a hand across my braless breasts through my sheer dress with one hand, her fingers deliciously catching my heavily erect nipples, as the other slinked down across my tummy, and started caressing my jutting mound, groping and feeling it through the thin material, before letting her fingers drift even lower, to my swollen pussy lips.
I moaned and grunted as she dug her fingers deeper through the material and started really rubbing them along my crotch. And then she moaned with delight on feeling the wetness there for herself.
‘Drink up,’ she sighed, her soft lips only millimetres from my ear, ‘I want to taste you.’
I couldn’t wait any longer! I downed my wine, let my dress slip free, revealing my nakedness beneath, and then clambered onto the bed, and over onto my back. Then with my eyes fixed to hers, I let my thighs fall slowly apart, offering my sex to her.
‘Oh fuck,’ I gasped, when straightaway she pressed her lips between my legs, locking them to my pussy lips, and then she kissed them, mashing her lips tight against them in a passionate embrace. My legs twitched and flailed as my body was overcome, from at last being eaten out by a woman. Luke went down on me, yes, but only another woman knew what I needed, knew just where to flick the tip of their tongue to truly excite me.
Maryse made my whole crotch convulse and pulse with heat, as she started quick-flicking her tongue across the entrance to my sex, just tickling across it, stimulating it, making it peel automatically further open.
‘Oh God, that is … so fucking good,’ I gasped.
I grabbed and pulled roughly at my nipples, as her teasing tongue pressed further forward, slowly circling around the entrance, and then further still, until she’d started properly licking around my insides.
‘Yesss … that’s sooo good!’
After the afternoon’s teasing, and an evening of anticipation, and just these first few, exquisite, lesbian touches, I was close to coming already. Sensing this, Maryse slid her lips up a touch, and started kissing softly at my clit, the warmth and wetness of her softly dabbing lips producing a powerful rolling surge of arousal, that flooded my crotch with heat.
She built up an almost relentless rhythmic action with her kisses, each one causing my crotch to buck up against her mouth, forcing it hard against her lips. And then, when she was sure I wouldn’t last for much more of this treatment, she lashed my sensitive nub with the stiffened tip of her tongue, again and again, which drew powerful convulsions from my hips, and caused a rush of wetness to surge along my sex.
‘I’m going to co …’
As I was about to climax on her face, and her clutching, gripping lips, she drove her tongue all the way inside me, and lashed it around my inner walls, desperately attacking my twitching flesh with it.
And then I shrieked out loud, as my body exploded with overwhelming sensation, and heat surged and fired out to every part of my body, and especially to my crotch, where Maryse’s mouth remained clamped on tight, as my body arched and writhed and twisted around on the bed, as I was totally overcome with lust.
And then I felt a surge of wetness at my crotch, the like of which I’d never experienced, as my juices felt like they were flowing from my pussy, straight into her welcoming mouth, where she gulped them all down, gasping with abstract pleasure as she did so.
I bucked heavily a few more times against her face, as my body shook at the peak of my climax, and then collapsed back to the bed, completely and utterly exhausted.
Maryse’s head remained between my legs for a few minutes, but only to ever so gently kiss and caress my sex with her lips, as I came down from my incredible orgasm. My legs flapped and jerked softly as she teased and sipped, licking my tender flesh clean of all my juices, as my head drifted side to side, which was when I finally saw Luke, standing to the side, grinning from ear to ear. To be brutally honest, once her wonderful mouth had started to pleasure me, I’d completely forgotten about him.
‘Did you like that?’ came a voice from between my legs.
‘Oh fuck yes!’ I gasped happily; just starting to get my breath back, as Maryse slinked up the bed and straddled me, crouched on all fours above my heaving torso. When her beautiful face hovered close to mine, she leaned down and pressed her lips to my mouth, her touch wonderfully soft and gentle. I sighed happily as her tongue licked and pressed and then pushed in through my lips, allowing me a teasing taste of myself. Then she pulled her lips from
mine, and with a truly wicked look in her eye, and with a condom packet held aloft in her slender fingers, she told me what she wanted next.
‘Can I have a go on that?’ she asked, nodding towards my husband’s cock, which he was happily wanking on, the very idea making it twitch erratically in his hand.
I hesitated for a moment, never, ever really expecting to be in this situation, before finally giving my consent.
‘Just a quick go,’ I warned with a smile, ‘and then I want it back.’
‘A quick go is all I need,’ she sighed, returning my smile. And then she turned to Luke. ‘I’m more than ready for you, stud.’
My darling husband looked adoringly at me as he rubbered up. Then as soon as I cast him a nod, my face flushed with excitement, he moved in on the bed behind Maryse, and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
‘God you’re dripping wet,’ he sighed. And then I saw him moan, as it looked like he ran the head of his cock up and down the length of her slippery slit, which made our gracious host sigh, her warm excited breaths washing across my face.
‘You tell him to start,’ she sighed to me, her soft, wet lips teasing around the outside of my mouth.
My lips pouted hungrily for their touch, as I did as she asked.
‘Fuck her Luke,’ I moaned, just before she slipped a few fingers into my mouth for me to suck, which from the taste of them, she’d just shoved inside her creamy slit.
Maryse titled my head slightly to the side, so while she slipped her delicious fingers and her filthy tongue in and out of my mouth, I could watch, as my husband thrust inside her. I could see his chest heave as the moment approached.
‘No teasing, no tenderness – just fuck me hard! I’m really close already from eating out your wife,’ she gasped, half instruction, half to turn me on even more. And then she pressed her lips full to mine, and started snogging me, roughly.
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