“What’s the best place to go first?” Pete asked.
“There are a lot of nooks and crannies on this island where you can steal away with no prying eyes. Hit us up tomorrow. We’d be happy to show them to you,” he guffawed. “We know them all.” He winked.
“Thanks for the offer,” Pete said, “but we made a promise not to have any set plans for the first few days. We’re just going to see where the mood takes us day by day.”
“I saw that a mile away,” Harry said. “You two look like a couple of free spirits if I ever saw any.”
* * *
Emma began to fidget after Harry insisted on ordering them another drink. She knew Pete wanted to go as badly as she did, but Harry kept talking, filling them in on the resort. Jennifer had added a few things here and there, but otherwise had remained quiet.
“So there are nightly events?” Pete asked, taking his second Heineken in hand.
“A few. They’re having a big pool party on Saturday. They do it once a month. Some of the couples host events, but they aren’t formally organized by the resort,” Harry told them. “The owners take a very low-key approach. If someone is hosting something, it’s a word-of-mouth kind of thing.”
Emma set her hand on Pete’s arm, letting him know she was ready to leave. In response, Pete draped his arm around her shoulders. “Well, I think it’s time for us to head out. Thanks so much for the drinks.” Pete held up his beer. “Emma and I are going to take a stroll around the pool to see the waterfall, and then head back to our room. We’re starving and will probably be asleep before ten.”
“You can put an order for food in with Paul right now,” Jennifer said. “By the time you get to your room, it should be there. We do that a lot.”
“That’s perfect.” Emma smiled at her. “We’ll do that.” She waved the bartender over. “Hi, Paul, do you have a room-service menu we can look at?”
“Of course,” he said, setting a leather-bound menu in front of her. “The first items are from The Mayfair, the next are from The Chalet. You can order from either,” he told them. “There is a chef on duty twenty-four hours a day here. If you order a full meal from The Chalet, they ask for thirty minutes. The Mayfair, which is mostly burgers and sandwiches, runs about ten to fifteen.”
Emma nodded as she opened the menu. “Wow, everything looks delicious.”
“It is, believe me.” Paul grinned at her. He was about twenty-five, if that, with short brown hair and a pair of cute dimples. He was obviously from the States. “We are a full five-star resort, with benefits. You shouldn’t want for anything while you’re here. Just wave me over when you’re ready.”
Emma blushed as she glanced over the menu, wondering if the staff shared the same lifestyle preferences. She decided what she wanted and handed the menu to Pete, who had been reading it over her shoulder. Once he was done deciding, Emma waved the bartender back.
“I’m going to have the crab cake appetizer from The Mayfair,” Emma told him, “along with the spinach and goat cheese salad.”
“Excellent choices,” Paul said. “And for you, sir?”
“I’ll have the lobster roll with a side of sweet potato fries,” Pete said. “Thanks.”
“Anything for dessert?” he asked. “The mixed-berry torte is exceptional, as is the raspberry chocolate cake. We also have a variety of chocolate-covered fruit, which goes nicely with the bottle of champagne already in your room. It’s a great way to start off your holiday.”
“Yep, you gotta try that fruit. I’d never had a chocolate-covered kiwi before,” Harry said. “But it’s something outta this world.” He took a draw of his beer. “Honestly, at this point, it’s what can’t they do here, you know?”
“That sounds lovely,” Emma said. “We’ll take the chocolate-covered fruit.”
Once they were done ordering, Emma and Pete made their good-byes and headed toward the pool. They passed a few couples, most of them dressed like Harry and Jennifer, having just come from the pool for a drink. The women were topless, and the guys wore something small, a few of them wrapped only in a beach towel. They all seemed comfortable and happy. Emma didn’t want to seem rude and stare too long, but they all nodded as she and Pete passed by.
Once they were out of earshot, Pete grabbed her around the waist and murmured in her ear, “Hot damn! I thought that guy would never shut up. He was beyond annoying.”
“He was annoying, but he was nice. Jennifer was sweet. I think they must be a Dom relationship of some kind. She barely spoke, and when she did, her voice never rose above a whisper.”
“Good, then that’s how we can avoid them in the future. We’ll tell them BDSM is not our thing.”
Emma was going to respond, but they emerged from the walkway into a breathtaking sight. It was right out of a fantasy. The backdrop behind the pool was more trees and flowers, but the pool itself was what you’d expect to see someplace in real life while out for a hike. It had what looked to be real boulders around the edges. The main area was shaped organically with several curves, so it resembled an amoeba. At the far end from where they were standing was the waterfall Harry and Jen had mentioned. It was about fifteen feet high with cool water tumbling over the top in a rush. As they began to walk around the pool, they could see there were more pools situated behind the waterfall, one on the right and one on the left.
They walked around the pool. The first small pool was open. It was a good size, round, with a small ledge running underwater, presumably so people could sit and relax with a drink. The path led them around to the second pool, but they couldn’t see it from the walkway. There was too much vegetation blocking the view. It was meant to be private. “If you sat in there, it would feel like you were someplace out in the wild,” Emma said. “That’s incredible.”
They heard splashing, followed by laughter.
“People are in there,” Pete said. “I wonder what they’re doing.” He chuckled. They both knew what they were doing. “Let’s keep going. Maybe we can get a glimpse from the other side.”
Emma held on to his arm for a moment, holding him back. “I don’t want to interrupt. That would be invasive. This pool is supposed to be private.”
“Honey, they wouldn’t pick the public pool if they were worried about being seen. That’s what this entire place is about. Come on,” he said. “I’m getting hornier and hornier by the second. The main pool has a bunch of those canopy loungers. We have about ten minutes before our food comes.”
“Fine, but walk fast. I don’t want to be obvious about it.”
As they passed, they could see three bodies through the foliage, but there were no gaping holes allowing a good look.
“Looks like two women and a guy,” Pete whispered. “That must be the playtime pool. Dang, we should’ve read the info Mona gave us. I wonder if that’s the only one or if there are more.”
They made their way back to the main pool, where there were a number of loungers, all covered in blue and white pinstripes. They were spaced about ten feet apart, which didn’t seem like enough room to Emma.
Pete sat down on one and pulled Emma onto his lap.
She laughed at his eagerness, swatting him playfully. “Someone will see us, and we just got here,” she said. “I’m not having sex with you out in the open until we know the rules. All the rules!”
“But look,” Pete teased as he nuzzled her neck, “there are curtains to shield us if we want.” He tugged on one end of a rope, and a thick drape of white fabric fell from the top, blocking one side. The light wind ruffled it back and forth.
“There’s no way that material is going to stay in place,” Emma said as she kissed him. She was losing her fight to resist with each passing moment.
“It will if I have anything to say about it.” He flipped her on her back before she could protest. Emma loved it when Pete was like this. It had been a while.
An intensity was there that hadn’t been before, and Emma relished it.
He kissed her, his tong
ue lashing hers as he began to tug off her dress. Who cared if the rest of the resort could see? Right? She was going to enjoy this. She plowed her hands through his hair. “I want this,” she whispered.
He groaned, “I can’t wait to taste you.”
They lost each other in a heated embrace until someone outside the lounger cleared their throat.
A second later, a female voice interrupted, “Mind if I join you?”
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Both Pete and Emma startled at the sound of someone so close. Pete sprang into a sitting position, and Emma scooted back, covering her bare breasts with her arm.
“Sorry,” said the woman standing in front of the open side of the lounger, lifting her hands. “I didn’t mean to scare you. But it looked like you guys were about to get busy. If you don’t mind, I’d love to join you. You two are totally sexy, even partially clothed, and I’m still horny as hell.”
The woman was totally naked and dripping wet, fresh out of the pool.
Pete’s brain scattered for a moment.
He was pretty sure he recognized her. She was a model—a famous one. He’d seen her before. She was tall and willowy, with just enough curve. Even soaking wet, she was stunning.
“By the way, my name is Mallory,” she said. “You guys must be new to Paradise. I haven’t seen you around before.”
Pete found his voice quickly, glancing at Emma to gauge her reaction to the newcomer. Emma appeared to be as stunned as he was. She was discreetly trying to cover herself. Pete had gotten her dress off in seconds, and her swimsuit was down around her waist.
Pete was bare-chested.
He cleared his throat. “Yes, we’re new. We just arrived on the island a few hours ago.” He didn’t want to be rude, but he had to ask, “Is this normal?” When her face answered with a question, he waved his arm between her and them. “You know, to have a threesome right here? Out in the open?”
She tilted her head back and gave a throaty laugh. “Yes, this is perfectly normal. In certain areas. But after dark by the pool is expected. I wouldn’t have interrupted you so brazenly without a proper introduction first, but I was just with another couple in the small pool, and the guy finished early, if you know what I mean. I’m still turned on, which I guess makes me a little bolder than I normally would be. But that’s not saying much, because I’m pretty bold all the time. If you guys aren’t into it, that’s totally fine. I can head to my villa. I have plenty of vibrators, and I’m perfectly capable of making myself very happy.” She gave another throaty laugh.
Emma made a sound in the back of her throat, and Pete turned. She shrugged herself up on an elbow and asked, “Are you Mallory Baldwin? The supermodel? That Mallory?”
“If you two don’t mind, can I sit down?” Mallory asked as she moved closer. “I’m starting to get chilly, and the bugs are out. And yes, I’m that Mallory Baldwin.” She sat on the edge of the lounger. “But I’m not a supermodel quite yet. You have to be paid big bucks for that title. But because I’m readily recognized—thanks to a photograph that went viral a few years ago of my boobs falling out of this ridiculous dress made of twine on a runway in Paris—I get referred to as a supermodel all the time. I have no issue answering to it. I actually have a contract negotiation with a major brand next month, and if I land that, then my lot in life will change. But, listen, we have plenty of time to discuss jobs. Are you guys in or out for this? If you’re out, I need to grab a towel and move on.”
She looked at Pete for an answer.
Her breasts were utter, pure perfection. His mouth felt dry. “Sure, I guess…I mean, why not? That’s what we’re here for, right?” he stammered. He and Emma were fully immersed in the lifestyle and had threesomes all the time, but their partners were always carefully vetted and their encounters planned ahead of time. They’d never had a threesome with a stranger, and never spontaneously. He turned to Emma. “Are you okay with it?”
Emma appeared flustered. “I…I think so.”
How did they say no to a supermodel?
“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.
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