While bouncing on Max, Violet watched Tara and Dan laughing as they stood and calmly walked to the water. She no sooner saw them step into the ocean when she felt Max lift her off him and pretend to toss her in the surf.
“No!” she protested with laughter.
He barked with his own laughter as he cradled her in his arms. “I’ve got you, silly woman.” Max nuzzled her neck as he released her legs, allowing her to stand on her feet. He kept his arms around her waist as he captured her mouth in a languid kiss.
One of the many, many pleasures she enjoyed from her husband.
“How about we head inside to shower off this sand?” Tara suggested.
“Sounds great,” Violet answered.
The couples made their way into Violet and Max’s cabana and into the spacious shower all at once, close to each other but under their own jet. As Violet watched the Hardys in the shower, she admired their beautiful bodies and the ease with which they seemed to live their lives. She admired her husband for his devotion and confidence in her, and for the push to enjoy this new adventure. He gave her strength she didn’t realize she had, and did more than boost her self-esteem.
Violet’s pulse sped up just thinking about her love for Max, all they’d shared, and the new experiences they’d enjoyed with the sexy couple in the shower with them. The energy was unmistakably electrifying.
Would it be too soon to be even bolder? She longed to find out.
As everyone rinsed and soaped their sandy bodies, Violet led Max closer to the Hardys. She ran her hands across Tara’s back but didn’t linger. She gave the woman a wink before sliding in between Tara and Dan. As she faced him, she ran her hands up Dan’s arms and down his torso. From the corner of her eye, she watched Tara turn to Max, parroting Violet’s moves. Both men seemed content to allow the women to take the lead, allowing exploration of their bodies.
As much time as the two couples had spent tangled up with one another lately, Violet still had to brush aside the initial flare of jealousy. This was physical pleasure. No emotional bonding.
She slid around to Dan’s backside, running her soapy hands along his back and down his muscular legs. Coming back up, she focused on his tight ass, tracing the contours of his terrific form. She pressed the front of her body to his back as she moved her hands around his waist, feeling his abdomen, down the valley of his groin, and finally to his growing erection.
Before either could question her intentions, she boldly moved to his front and sat on the bench against the wall before him. She cast a quick glance to her husband and Tara before taking Dan into her mouth. Keeping her eyes open, she watched him flatten his palms against the shower wall above her, his head bent forward looking down at her. She briefly stared into his eyes as she sucked his cock, fisting the base of it. Drawing it in and out, she swirled her tongue over the tip before taking him deep inside her mouth again.
While she continued to suck him, she saw movement in her peripheral and looked to see Tara nearly mirroring her. The woman was on her knees, sucking Violet’s husband off. Max’s head was thrown back, eyes closed, pelvis thrusting as he threaded his fingers through Tara’s hair holding her head.
A groan from Dan brought her full attention back to him. She scraped her nails up his thigh, into his groin area, and around to his ass. She dug her nails in a little bit, bringing him closer to her.
“Jesus, Violet, I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep that up,” he growled.
Violet broke free for a moment to say, “I’m ready.” She resumed her sucking, licking, and nipping. She increased her pace and felt the tension coiling in the man as he fisted his hand in her hair. Unable to hold back, his climax had him exploding, and Violet took it all in. As he finished, his head sagged, his gaze caught hers, and a naughty smile curved his lips.
With Violet still sitting on the bench, Dan went to his knees in front of her, spread her legs, and attacked her engorged pussy, bringing her to a quick climax. Through the sexual haze that had taken over, Violet looked to see Tara against the shower wall, Max’s head buried in her sex. Tara’s cries of pleasure rang out causing Violet to smile.
“I know just how you feel,” she whispered to herself.
Dan lifted Violet’s spent body to rinse them off before exiting the shower. Max and Tara were quickly behind them. As the men went to their wives, Violet welcomed her husband’s embrace.
“I guess you were okay with that?”
“Yeah,” he started before leaning in close. He spoke into her ear, words meant only for her. “But you taste so much better.”
Violet shuddered in her husband’s arms.
“Is it safe to say that this won’t be your last time at this?” Tara asked.
“Absolutely,” Violet answered with a wicked grin.
“I like the sound of that,” Dan chimed in.
****
Another day later, the couples were relaxing in the shade after spending the day surprisingly not engaging in any sex. After a morning yoga routine, they took kayaks on the water and spent a few hours touring around the island.
“Happy anniversary,” Violet told Max.
“That’s right, it’s your anniversary!” Tara said. “Today’s the actual day. And Happy New Year’s Eve!”
“Yes,” Violet answered. “Twenty-five years this man’s had to put up with me.” She teased her husband.
“It’s been a hardship, but I’ve managed.” He winked.
“I’m so glad we get to share in your celebration,” Tara added.
“Congratulations,” Dan said.
“Thank you, both,”
