The glow illuminated another scene.
Oh, good God, the two men were at it now, just as if they'd been waiting for the first show to finish before they put on theirs. Laurie's heart thudded. This time, the view was close enough without binoculars. She set them aside as bubbling excitement raced through her anew.
And this time, the performing lovers were looking directly at her, the devils.
Well, at least the dark-haired one of the pair was. His eyes were focused right on the spot where Laurie was lurking, and his knowing expression said he knew she was there… and looking right back at him.
You know, don't you? You were just waiting for the other three to finish.
With no further reason to hide, Laurie slid out of the shadows and stared back at the two men boldly. Her skirt fluttered down into place, but she didn't really care whether it had or it hadn't. Suddenly she was a new Laurie who could do anything, dare anything.
She was a new Laurie who could blatantly ogle two gorgeous handsome men who were both as stark naked as the threesome on the other villa, and one dark, one fair.
Laurie had never seen a male couple making love before. She'd never had cause or opportunity to watch gay erotica, but the few fleeting glimpses of men kissing or touching in mainstream films or TV had always tantalized her. The uninhibited trio in the other cabana had been the nearest thing she'd ever seen to two men making love, but with them, their woman had been the focus.
In Cabana Three, everything was different. These two had no woman sandwiched between them. They had hands only for each other.
Their names were Ed and Denny. They'd introduced themselves, but Laurie couldn't for the life of her remember which was which, because at the time she hadn't been taking much notice of anything but her own depression and anger. Now, though, she was interested; more interested than she'd been in anything in a long time, even the trio in the other cabana. Bizarrely, even Jim himself was fading. The two male lovers were both facing Laurie, holding station close to the shutters, just as she was. The darker man was behind the blond one with his arms wound around him and his hands moving hungrily, exploring his body. He was slowly pumping his friend's cock while caressing his flanks and thighs, but his eyes… his were on Laurie, dark and burning like deep pools of fire and challenge.
What's going on? What are you thinking? Why look at me when you're caressing him?
Blondie's eyes were closed, his head draped back against his lover's shoulder and his throat stretched and exposed. But Dark-Eyes still stared back at Laurie as if he were trying to draw her into their embrace too. She was yards and yards away and yet already somehow involved in their dance.
Am I part of a three way love scene now?
Dark-Eyes smiled and shimmied as if he'd read her thoughts, and the way Blondie gasped made her wonder just exactly what was going on behind his back. His eyes shot open, wide open, and then he gazed at her too, with a delicious teasing smile on his face. He seemed to be becoming absorbed in the same effort to include her, but then his body jerked and his eyes closed again and he pursed his lips, looking beautiful but tortured.
Was Dark-Eyes inside him? Oh Lord, yes, he must be. Or was he just rubbing his cock against his friend's bottom, caressing and teasing with his hardness? Blondie had a spectacular cock, big and shiny. Laurie ogled it as it moved through Dark-Eyes' fingers, pumping back and forth. In her mind's eye, the as yet unseen penis of Dark-Eyes was gorgeous and rampant too.
Dark-Eyes licked his lips and whispered something in Blondie's ear. The other man's eyes snapped open again, and even though he was still sliding against his partner, his gleaming body visibly wet with sweat as he hovered on the very brink of ecstasy, he looked towards Laurie and chuckled in the midst of his animalistic moans.
How clearly could they see her? Laurie's villa was quite a bit nearer to theirs than to the other one and the night was clear. A large tropical moon floated in the sky like yet another voyeur.
She took another step forward, moving completely clear of the shutters. The lights were still on in the third villa, but no one was visible. They were probably all in bed, making easier love now, in comfort. Taking a deep breath, Laurie loosened the ties of her wraparound skirt, and then hesitated.
Why was she doing this? These were men who liked men, why would her body even interest them at all?
But it seemed the right move. As if sensing her doubt, two heads nodded as one, both the dark and the fair. Letting her skirt slip away, she knew she did have something to offer them. Maybe watching women was a kind of kink to them, because when she slid her hand under the edge of her knickers, it seemed to goad them on even further. Dark-Eyes pushed hard against Blondie, massaging himself against his friend's bottom. Blondie in turn went into a new fit of the raptures, surging his hips around and pushing himself through the encirclement of Dark-Eyes' gripping fingers. Laurie could almost hear the slippery slide of his pre-come, and she could certainly see it shimmering and dripping.
They made a stunning sight, stark and heart-stopping. To Laurie they were every bit as exotic and shocking as the trio in the other villa, every bit as arousing and much more so.
Why does the sight of two men doing each other turn me on this way?
She didn't know, but she didn't care either. They were hers to enjoy, both beautiful.
Down in her panties, she was still silky from her last orgasm, and more swimming than ever now, because of what she seeing. Her belly tensed, hot and heavy, her body gathering itself for the rise again, ready to orgasm. And properly this time, her pleasure enhanced by the strange companionship of her enigmatic partners.
I'm a part of a menage a trois now, even though we're yards apart and not touching.
Distance and virtual anonymity made no difference to the excitement. The heat… The pleasure… The night was exotic and alien, heavy with the undiscovered passion for which she was hungry. These were zones of sensuality that she'd never thought to explore, that she'd barely even imagined. For the first time, she could admit to herself, and mean it, that she was almost glad her honeymoon had never happened as it was planned. Now, transformed by this strange and sweetly perverse experience, she could start to own the pain and disappointment — because she saw a glimmer on the horizon of a way to move beyond it. A kind of therapy she would never have expected.
The men rocked and thrashed against each other. Blondie braced himself, hand on the side of the window frame; Dark-Eyes gripped him hard at both cock and hip, ruthlessly working him.
Laurie rubbed her clit as if possessed by the Devil, her hand deforming the tiny triangle of her panties as it probed and rummaged. The sound of her efforts was even audible, a slippery, soapy, slicking sound, she was so wet, and she could have sworn she heard the same kind of sound, faintly, from across the way.
Still she couldn't take her eyes off the fucking men. She was convinced they were fucking now, because the motion was unmistakable. She felt as if she was being fucked too.
Dark-Eyes locked his gaze with her. His lips moved, miming the word, 'More?'
With no pause to think, Laurie nodded, and as soon as she did, he swung his partner a little to the side, so she could see the profile of their jerking, bucking bodies, the sweaty sheen on their thighs, their arms, their flanks, and their buttocks.
Their new gift to her was the view of Dark-Eyes' cock sliding in and out of Blondie's bottom. Laurie laughed out loud, because it was certainly easy to make out. Dark-Eyes' was wearing a jaunty fluorescent condom. Turquoise it was, and his brightly-covered cock pumped in and out like a living dildo, driving Blondie crazy as it filled and stretched and plundered him.
Oh God, it's all too much! I've got to come!
Laurie worked at herself hard, as hard as Dark-Eyes and Blondie were working each other, as fiercely and as desperately as they slammed their rocking, pulsing bodies together.
Then, within seconds, her orgasm was like a starburst, breaking within as a brilliant, multicolored firework display might cascade and burst in the velvet night above them all. She strained to watch her partners as her pussy clutched and clenched, but her eyes rolled up momentarily. Overcome, she stumbled against the window frame, her hand a working, wriggling demon inside her knickers.
It was so sweet. So intense, in a way she'd never known before. A shared experience, yet in a bizarre and deliciously perverse way.
When she fell back out of the sky into her own throbbing body, Laurie's eyes snapped open and she was with her men again. They were coming now, bodies in violent motion, groaning loud enough to rouse even the shagged
