A Trio in the Maldives
As a divorced woman in my late forties, the last thing I anticipated encountering was a single guy in his thirties. That's when I met him. What made things even better was our shared passion for sex - we'd often have it three or four times a day, and this incredible connection had been going on for over six months. Our intimacy and exploration kept growing stronger.
Things took a turn for the better when he surprised me with two business class tickets to a luxurious five-star vacation in the magnificent Maldives. Compared to where I was a year ago with my ex, my life had taken a significant turn for the better.
Every detail of this paradise was as breathtaking as I had imagined. Our secluded villa was truly the perfect venue for our intimate antics.
We began our holiday with an electrifying encounter. While I was using the outdoor shower to rinse off the grime from the flight, he sneaked up behind me and soaped up my body. It didn't take long before he was pressing himself against me, his hand on my clitoris. It was an intense yet satisfying experience.
The following experience occurred on our double sunbed. Completely alone on our terrace, both our swimsuits laid aside, he began to caress my pussy. He had this special technique where he'd use two or three fingers to tease me, while his thumb massaged my clitoris. This was enough to get my juices flowing, but he also used his tongue to tease my swollen clitoris. Before I could reach my climax, we switched positions. I sat on top of his hard erection, luxuriating in his pleasure. I wanted nothing more than to have him completely aroused. Later, he had me on all fours, and we engaged in deep, slow, agonizingly pleasurable intercourse. The orgasm crept up on me in slow waves. Eventually, my back was covered in his seed.
As we prepared for dinner, he continued to pleasure me. I longed for more; I begged him, but he refused. I decided to try something new - go barefoot. Given the beach resort's no-shoes policy and sandy floors, I knew I could skip on my knickers and wear a loose flowing dress.
During dinner, his foot kept touching my leg, often his big toe teased my clitoris. My juices flowed continuously throughout the meal.
As I looked around the restaurant, I noticed an attractive blond woman probably in her early fifties, sitting by herself. I couldn't help but stare at her boobs, and I was immediately embarrassed when my gaze was caught. I decided to give her another glance later on.
After dinner, we continued our activities. A cock ring extended his erection, and my fingers found their way to my butt hole, which turned out to be an unexpected pleasure. He jokingly told me that I needed to stop ringing the bell boy. The thought of being watched by strangers was an exciting thrill.
One morning, my partner went diving. I decided to get a massage. Immediately after, who did I encounter? The woman with the bouncy boobs! For someone in her fifties, she looked absolutely stunning, her figure flawless, highlighted by a thong bathing suit.
We were sipping tea in the relaxation area when our eyes met. We exchanged polite chatter. Her husband had replaced her with a younger model, leaving her feeling insecure and a little lost. She had come to Pamper herself and heal from the emotional turmoil.
I told her how much my divorce had improved my life personally and sexually. She wanted to understand more, so I returned to my villa to have a glass of wine.
I had discovered my liberation through dating apps. At first, I encountered men seeking just sexual satisfaction with no strings. However, that was perfect for me. I had also been with women, starting with a beautiful thirty-something doctor who helped me discover the joys of a woman's touch. I'd tried eating pussy for the first time, which I relished to my surprise. I also met a fascinating transgender woman, who had breasts and still possessed a penis; her presence stirred my desire. But our personalities just didn't click. As I recounted my experiences, I noticed her biting her lips and her cheeks flushed - obviously, she was getting aroused by my stories.
When I asked if she was aroused, she confirmed it. She said she was new to this. I guided her hands, and together, we found each other.
We were seated, and my fingers hovered close to her bikini bottoms. She was taking deep, labored breaths. I convinced her that having sex was a natural thing, and she should enjoy it. Just let go and let yourself experience it. Her shoulders seemed to relax, and my hand made its way downward. Her moistness was undeniable. I caressed her clitoris while we kissed, then gently guided her back and removed her bikini. My tongue could no longer hold itself back. She giggled and shifted, then pushed herself into my mouth. My fingers mimicked my partner's technique. I had her at my mercy, with fluids continually flowing from her body and her body shuddering in pleasure. Let it happen, I instructed her, and she did, her body shivered, and the culmination of her pleasure covered my face. She pulled me up for an intense embrace. You're incredible, she complimented me. No, your pussy is, I countered.
I made my way toward her. Without realizing, she was already eagerly engaging my vagina and clit, exclaiming that she hadn't been this turned on in years. "Now, taste me," she commanded. My vagina obliged, offering an abundance of juices.
We lay next to each other, catching our breaths, but then the door clicked shut. The sudden intrusion startled her... my partner stood before us, naked with a substantial erection.
I immediately informed both of them about how soaked we were, and could my partner just provide some kind of release for me. I spread my thighs, and he penetrated me instantly, she lay beside me and we exchanged a passionate kiss, while I made her nipples hard by licking and sucking on them.
My partner maintained his position inside her, and I heard a shriek followed by a deep groan. A quick tingle washed over my vagina. I moved my body to focus on making her nipples hard by using my tongue and mouth, while he continued to thrust in and out of her.
Abruptly, he erupted. The three of us engaged in a three-way kiss, touching each other only to slowly calm down.
She dressed herself and returned to her swimwear. "Please come back after dinner, we need to do this again—and for longer," she invited.
To be continued.
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