JoAnne’s large tanned tits swayed seductively as she moved her fit, shapely body toward me, with the lapping waves of the ocean behind her.

Her full lips were smiling, her bikini top looped over her finger as she came closer.

Sitting nude at the outdoor bar on this clothing-optional Caribbean beach, there was no point trying to hide my throbbing erection, so I spread my legs to display it even further. Open sex was accepted and even encouraged at this adults-only resort. JoAnne’s smile got wider as she approached me, and she reached out to tickle the length of my engorged dick with her fingers, while her other hand took the glass of rum and cola I was holding and brought it to her lips for a long sip.

We were both buzzed from the rum and the sun, and the open sex at the resort had us constantly horny. JoAnne’s hand cupped my balls as she got to her knees and tongued my shaft. I leaned my back against the bar and sipped my drink. The smell of ganja wafted from somewhere nearby, and down the bar a middle-aged married couple were taking turns receiving oral gratification from a very obliging woman.

JoAnne immediately began deep-throating my dick. She seemed hungry for my come, and obviously in the mood to please me. Her warm mouth moved quickly up and down, taking me deep enough to make her gag on my penis. The gagging caused tears to stream down her cheeks as she worked, but she didn’t let up as her plump red lips slid over my rod. Finally she took my dick from her mouth so she could catch her breath. “Come for me, baby,” she panted. “Fill my slut mouth with your come!”

I could feel my load building up as she went back to devouring my cock. I was on the edge of my seat as her head bobbed furiously. I tried to hold back, but it was too much, and I cried out that I was going to come.

My first hard spurt made her choke, but she swallowed it. Her tongue swiped the underside of my shaft as her lips pumped for more, and I emptied myself down her gulping throat as I came in spasms that drained my body.

JoAnne prides herself on being a first-rate whore, and she was pleased with the crowd that had gathered to witness her expert blowjob skills. Licking the last of my come from her lips, she grabbed a bottle of rum from the bar and walked away in nothing but her tiny thong.

She had only walked a short distance toward the ocean when she dropped the bottle and her bikini top in the sand and began moving her body to the reggae music that wafted from the bar radio. She began dancing seductively, swaying her hips, caressing her hefty breasts and tugging on the rings in her pierced nipples.

I turned to order another drink, and saw that the bartender was also enjoying the view of my wife’s toned body. I heard some approving shouts and applause from the crowd, and when I turned back I saw that another young woman was now dancing closely with my wife. This woman was not only topless, but completely naked. Like JoAnne, she was beautiful, but her hair was blonde, and her breasts were even larger.

I watched in fascination as this strange woman moved closer to JoAnne and began caressing her swaying tits. Her teeth tugged on my wife’s nipple rings, and she rubbed her bald pussy up and down her tanned leg. I knew that JoAnne had never been with another woman before — though she had fantasized about it — and I looked on with eager anticipation, wondering what would happen next.

I would later find out that this other woman was named Sylvia, that she was unhappy in her marriage and that she had come to the Caribbean alone, looking for excitement and hoping to fuck as many strangers as possible.

JoAnne was obviously enjoying what Sylvia was doing, and my cock hardened again as their lips met in a soft kiss, and I saw JoAnne’s tongue enter the other woman’s mouth.

The eyes of all the other people at the bar also seemed to be riveted on these two beach goddesses. Some of them began to masturbate as they watched, while others began kissing, licking and sucking each other.

When their lips parted, Sylvia quickly removed my wife’s thong, bending to kiss her lower abdomen and her pussy mound as she pulled it down. She then sat her down in a nearby lounge chair and spread her legs wide, kissing my wife’s inner thighs and around her pussy, her tongue gently touching JoAnne’s slit. JoAnne’s eyes were closed, her breathing nervous and excited. She ran her fingers through the blonde hair of the beauty between her legs. Sylvia’s tongue lapped eagerly at my wife’s slick snatch. She obviously knew when to be soft and gentle, and when to speed things up. Within a minute her expert tongue brought JoAnne to a series of screaming orgasmic seizures.

Sylvia smiled up at my wife as her gasping breath returned to normal. Her head was leaning against JoAnne’s thigh, her face soaked with pussy juice. When JoAnne smiled back, the other woman moved from between her legs and they kissed passionately, sharing the flavor of JoAnne’s pussy from tongue to tongue.

Sylvia then took my wife’s place on the lounge chair, while JoAnne reached into her beach bag and pulled out a vibrator. She used the thumb and forefinger of her other hand to pull the hood back from Sylvia’s clit, then gave the clit a lick and sucked on it gently, tasting another woman’s pussy for the first time. When Sylvia moaned, JoAnn smiled and moved her head back between her legs for a few more licks. I was rock-hard now, watching this, and I downed my drink and ordered another.

JoAnne moved the vibrator around Sylvia’s wet pussy lips, then pushed it into her tight cunt. After pumping it in and out a few times, she moved the vibrator to Sylvia’s mouth and let her taste her own juices. She then picked up the bottle of Jamaican rum, slowly poured some of it over the other girl’s pussy and lapped it off.

I knew that JoAnne had to be well aware of the excited crowd, some of whom were masturbating furiously as she proceeded to eat pussy as though she had done it all her life. I now got up and walked toward the scene, my huge hard-on bobbing with each step. This was some action I was not going to miss out on.

When I reached them I got down and brought my head between Sylvia’s legs, next to JoAnne’s sucking mouth. I don’t think she realized I was there until I turned her face from Sylvia’s swollen pussy and kissed her, sticking my tongue deep in her mouth. My wonderful wife immediately reached for my cock. We then took turns licking Sylvia’s delicious pussy, French-kissing each other between licks. JoAnne’s hand still held onto my cock as she enjoyed her Sapphic treat. Our tongues shared the mixed flavor of the rum and of Sylvia’s juices each time we kissed.

At one point JoAnne raised her head to look over at the excited crowd, watching from the bar. Her face glistened with pussy juice. Then she leaned in and spoke into my ear. “Fuck my ass!” she said excitedly, indicating the crowd. “They’ll love it!”

JoAnne had a tube of lube in her bag, and I took it and rubbed some on my cock while my wife got on all fours. I could see that she was giddy from the effect of being such a whore in front of so many people. I worked some of the lube into her ass as well, and I felt like a king as my cock entered her rosebud and I slammed it home up to the balls.

“Oh my God!” JoAnne screamed. “Oh yes, you’re so big, baby! Stretch that asshole!” Her screams excited me more, although they were muffled as she again buried her face in Sylvia’s pussy. It was a fantasy come true. I was fucking my wife’s ass as she ate a strange woman’s pussy, and boy, was she enjoying it! Sylvia was loving it too, and soon she was convulsing and screaming in orgasm. But JoAnne didn’t stop until she had made her new friend come a second time.

She then went back to exhorting me to fuck her ass, which I did with all the energy at my command, pounding in and out of her tight butthole. She was eating up the fact that so many people were watching and thoroughly enjoying what she was doing.

When Sylvia recovered her senses, she moved from the beach chair and put her head between my legs, licking at my balls as I rogered my wife’s asshole. After a minute she moved her mouth from my scrotum to JoAnne’s soaking pussy. JoAnne’s cries got louder, and I could sense her climax building along with mine.

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” She howled, and she proceeded to do so explosively, which caused me to unload my semen deep in her ass. After that we all dropped to the sand in a panting, kissing, tonguing pile.

Many of the bystanders were actually fucking as we walked back toward the bar. The three of us took another bottle of rum to a hot tub, where we drank, laughed and eventually fucked some more. For JoAnne and me it was just the beginning of a wonderful fantasy-fulfilling vacation, one which we cannot wait to repeat at the earliest opportunity.