To think how our lives changed when my wife, Stephanie, and I took up residence on this small island in the Lesser Antilles! The pace of our daily existences has slowed considerably. Both of us are freelance writers, so all that is required for us to keep in contact with the rest of the world is a post office and a fax machine. Our success in this field enabled us to flee the pollution and craziness of big city life and find sanctuary in the gentle ocean breezes of our island paradise.

Of the many things that changed for Stephanie and me, one of the keenest was our sex life. Oftentimes, it wasn’t easy having fantastic sex after commuting, or with taxis incessantly honking their horns underneath our bedroom window. But after we settled into our bungalow beneath the swaying palm fronds, Stephanie and I experienced a significant jump-start to our biological urges. It seemed we were always horny. And since the warm weather and laid-back atmosphere of the island encouraged us to almost always be nude, when the urge struck, it wasn’t too difficult to act on it.

We were fooling around daily, perhaps even two or three times a day. Sometimes it was a quick blowjob from Stephanie out on the lanai. Other times I would approach her from behind as she was in the kitchen making a salad. I would pull aside her wraparound skirt, reach between her legs and finger her to a writhing orgasm. We’ve had as many orgasms in our first month of living here as we had the entire year previous!

The really exciting twist to our sex life was the introduction of other people to our conjugal bed. I had always thought of group sex as something that “way-out types” engaged in, certainly not something that my wife and I could share. But the balmy breezes and relaxed ways of the island were loosening knots that had been tied within me for years.

It all started when Stephanie befriended Liberty, a young native beauty of the island. They met at the tennis club and played every week together. Liberty then got Stephanie into riding horses bareback on the beach. Liberty was one of the most exotically beautiful women I had ever met. With her dusky skin and ebony eyes, she projected a feral, aboriginal look. She also had a petite yet very curvy body that incited severe lust.

A while back, Stephanie returned from her tennis game and seemed a little distracted. I asked her if there was anything wrong. “Today in the showers, after our game, Liberty complimented me on my body,” Stephanie began. Nothing too strange there, as my wife is a knockout, with feline green eyes, a tumbling mane of chestnut hair, long legs and a figure kept impeccably fit by a strict exercise regimen. “It dawned on me that she was hitting on me.”

“She wants to sleep with you?” Stephanie had a glossy look of amazement in her eyes. “Yes, and she wants to sleep with you, too. With both of us at the same time.”

That made me stop and think. The image of my wife, with her silky white skin and large, round breasts cuddling with the diminutive, dark, nascent Liberty was stunning. Then I pictured myself between them, their four hands and two tongues roaming over my body, licking and caressing every nook and cranny.

’’What do you think?” Stephanie asked. From her tone, I detected she was as intrigued and turned on as I was. Never before had she expressed any interest in bisexuality, but this island living had loosened a few knots for her, as well.

The next Saturday night we were invited over to Liberty’s place right on the beach. We had a picnic outside and then the girls mounted up and rode down the beach. About a half-hour later they came riding back, looking quite beautiful, silhouetted on horseback by the setting sun. They looked even more beautiful when I realized they were bare-breasted, wearing only their bikini bottoms.

“You two look like goddesses,” I managed to say with a dry throat.

“Liberty says that she does it all the time. Public nudity is no big thing here.”

We adjourned to the main room of Liberty’s small house. It was a passion pit, full of fluffy pillows. Stephanie and I sat on the comfortable sofa. Liberty sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against a pile of cushions.

“So, Mike,” Liberty said, running her big toe up and down my bare leg. “How about letting me see what what you’ve got.”

I hesitantly stood and, after getting a reassuring smile from Stephanie, pulled off my shirt and unbuttoned my shorts. When I looked back at Liberty, she was pulling at a nipple with her fingers. I held my breath and dropped my drawers, my cock springing free.

Liberty’s eyebrow arched as she zeroed in on my erection. She cupped it in her tiny hands as I stepped out of my shorts. Seconds later, I felt Stephanie’s hands caressing my ass. Liberty grabbed back my attention when she began stroking my cock slowly with one hand, while the other helped her slither out of her bikini bottom. My knees buckled when I saw her hairless pubic mound. Her left hand returned to kneading my balls as she bent down and flicked her tongue at my cockhead like a snake. Stephanie was now applying her burning lips to my sensitive backside.

“Here, let me,” I heard my wife intone, and soon I felt a different mouth inhale my diamond-hard cock. As this was going on, I felt a tiny tongue against my balls; Liberty’s face was now pressed against my sac.

My cock was passed back and forth between these two hungry vixens many times. Sometime during this erotic show, I managed to alert the girls to my impending climax. “I want to taste it,” Liberty squealed.

“No, me!” Stephanie rang in. I assumed they struck a compromise, for I spurted buckets into the air, coating both their smiling visages with my pearly dew. Liberty beckoned Stephanie forward. “Come lick this off me,” she offered.

Hesitating only slightly, Stephanie leaned forward and licked Liberty’s face clean. Then Stephanie laid Liberty down and kissed a line from her throat to her pussy. Eventually the island girl’s legs were thrown over my wife’s shoulders, and Stephanie dug in. Liberty’s shouts of ecstasy filled the room.

As the night progressed, 1 ended up fucking both women, and when Liberty took my cock up her tiny canal, I saw stars. She was a wildcat, always ready for more. When Stephanie and I crawled home the next morning, we went right to bed, sleeping until late afternoon.

Liberty became a frequent addition to our marital bed. She had several other lovers of both sexes and urged Stephanie to invite others to join us, especially another man. When Stephanie related th.is to me and asked me how r felt about it, I had to consider it.

I discussed this recent development in my marriage with my good friend, Scott, who is a psychologist. We’ve been buddies since our school days and are quite frank when discussing our sex lives with each other. When I lost my virginity, Scott was the first person I told.

Scott had just gotten married himself, to a twenty-two-year-old sculptress named Jill. I hadn’t met her yet, but Scott implied that their sex life was a thrill a minute. I invited them to come down and visit us. Then Scott said, almost as an afterthought, “Maybe the four of us can try out this group sex thing.” He was joking, or was he?

I mentioned Scott’s comment to Stephanie, and she thought it would be a great idea. She had always thought Scott was an attractive man. I wondered if his new bride would be as interested.

A few weeks before their arrival, I got a letter from Scott. He had broached the subject with Jill, and she was all for it. It seemed group sex was nothing new for her. As a postscript, she had added, “Can’t wait to meet you two!”

I was nervous upon meeting Jill, but as she shook my hand at the airport, all my fears vanished. She was as friendly a person as I’ve ever met, a tall, leggy honey-blonde with a million-dollar smile.

As we prepared to drive back along the shore road to our house, Jill got in the front seat with me, while Stephanie and Scott squeezed into the back. They were having an animated conversation, as Stephanie wanted to know all about his and Jill’s wedding. I was quizzing Jill about her art career, and she was happy to fill me in. She was wearing shorts and a halter top, and I kept sneaking glances at her, hoping for a little glimpse of nipple. I think she knew what I was up to, because she kept shifting in her seat to give me a better view. My cock soon ballooned within my shorts.

That night we built a bonfire in the dunes behind our bungalow, and Scott and Jill remarked that the States seemed lightyears away. Stephanie smiled and said, “Things are certainly different here.”

Jill replied, “That’s what I hear. You’ll have to make sure to introduce us to your friend, Liberty, isn’t it?”

“She’ll be by later on,” Stephanie said. “I’m sure she’ll like you. Liberty tells me she has a particular weakness for blondes.”

“I’m sure she has a weakness for you,” fill continued. “I mean, you are a very beautiful woman.”

Scott and I, mellow on rum punch, just sat back and watched this flirting. As the firelight flickered around us, we drank in the amazing spectacle of our wives dancing to music from a portable radio. Stephanie, who stands a few inches taller than Jill, led.

Jill began disrobing, and for the first time, Stephanie and I were treated to her visibly excited coral-pink nipples and her honey-colored pubic thatch, which was just as visibly wet. Stephanie followed suit, and soon the ladies were holding each other in a tight embrace, swaying gently, their exploring hands groping each other’s buttocks. I finally stood and took a position behind Jill, sinking my teeth gently into her shoulder and cupping a breast, which was sandwiched against my wife’s. Scott, not wanting to be left out, took a similar position behind Stephanie. We were pesky enough that the girls turned and focused their attention on us.

Jill dropped to her knees and unbuttoned my shorts. I fed her my throbbing erection, grabbing a hank of hair and fucking her face. Stephanie had Scott on his knees, his nose nuzzled between her legs while he lapped her hot pussy. Meanwhile, Jill was swallowing my cock whole, her hands firmly gripping my balls. I was so keenly turned on that it was only a few minutes before I began to rapid-fire semen down her gulping throat.

Wiping away a bit of my juice from her lips, Jill lay down on the sand, spreading her legs wide, her rosy pussy lips a beacon through her pubic hair. I pulled off the rest of my clothes and began to eat her. Out of the comer of my eye, I saw Stephanie straddling a now-supine Scott. She pulled his fat cock out of his shorts and began beating him off, as he wiggled his tongue in her cunt.

Jill wanted my undivided attention, though, and wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed. I felt as though I were making love to an anaconda as her thighs pressed against my ears, her strong fingers pulling at my hair. She was absolutely gushing with excitement, and it was all I could do to keep lapping it up. When she finally came, her ass lifted off the ground, all her weight being supported by her shoulders digging into the sand. She released her leg-lock, and I felt a little light-headed. My jaw muscles were exhausted, but my cock was rockhard.

It was then that I saw Liberty calmly sitting in a chair, naked as a jaybird and idly playing with her pussy. She applauded politely, then turned her gaze to Scott and Stephanie. My wife had lowered her burning bush onto Scott’s spike and was now riding him zealously. There she was, fucking another man, and it didn’t bother me one bit. Perhaps I was nonplused because a young, beautiful blonde was nibbling at my ear while a dark, exotic beauty was positioning herself on all fours in front of me.

“You must be Liberty,” Jill said.

“How do you do, Jill? What do you say to putting Mike’s cock inside me?”

“I’d be glad to.” And Jill guided my missile into Liberty’s slick silo. I grabbed Liberty’s hips and began my assault, giving her deep, vigorous thrusts. Jill sauntered over to Stephanie, bending over in front of her so that my wife could taste her pussy from behind. All the while, she didn’t miss a beat as she bopped up and down on Scott.

Fucking Liberty doggy-style gave us both a great view of the threesome in front of us. Scott came with a shout, and Stephanie climbed off him. Jill and Stephanie fell together in a sixty-nine as Scott regained his wits. Liberty called him over to join us. “Iet me get your cock bard again,” this insatiable girl said. Scott was happy to let her try, and soon, Liberty was full of cock at both ends.

Firelight continued to dance around this bawdy scene. Jill and Stephanie were moaning loudly, munching on each other’s cunt. I was fucking Liberty like a man possessed while she sucked Scott. Then she stopped, taking Scott’s cock into her hand and turning to look back at me. “Put it in my ass. You fuck my ass while Scott fucks my cunt.”

My cock was slippery with her juices, so entry was easy. Scott was once again on his back, scooting down underneath her so that she could lower herself onto his revived hard-on. When both of us were firmly inside her, she hissed, her eyes shut, her teeth clenched. I was reluctant to move at first, wanting her to initiate the action. Soon she did, sliding up and down on Scott. I had to begin thrusting to stay inside her. The three of us developed a rhythm, and I began to savor the fantastic sensation of my cock buried in Liberty’s satisfyingly tight, musky hole.

All the noises we were making compelled Jill and Stephanie to join us. Jill lowered her pussy onto her husband’s face, crouching so Liberty was able to pop one of her pink nipples into her hungry mouth. Stephanie was rubbing herself against my back, then offered one of her breasts to me. I began to suck ravenously, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close. What I wouldn’t give for a video of that moment: five close friends linked together in an erotic knot.

When I released my seed, it went spraying all over Liberty’s back. Stephanie quickly took my spurting cock into her mouth to catch as much of my love as she could. Scott announced his orgasm in no uncertain terms, as Jill and Liberty did their best to drown him out with their own cries of ecstasy. After a few minutes, we were five exhausted, naked people, lying in a heap under a starry sky.