Erica calls our room while we're getting ready, to ask if we'd be interested in taking a boat ride out to a little island for a picnic dinner.

She tells us how the people who were to rent it had to back out at the last minute, it's now free and how she and Steve have been trying to get out there since they came. She explains that the island is so small they only rent it out to one couple at a time, unless the people renting it specify that it's more then one couple.

She tells us the island is about a mile long, and two miles wide. It's mostly wooded palm trees, though it does have a tiny slice of white sand for a beach. It also has a small hut made out of bamboo for shelter if needed. It's very primitive she says. And asks if that will bother us? When we reply that no it wouldn't bother us, she tells us to be out front at 9:00pm.

When we step out front Erica and Steve are waiting for us. As we stand chatting a driver pulls up to take us to the dock. Within minutes we're at the dock, being helped onto a tiny speed boat.

Handed a glass of champagne, slow songs playing on the radio, the driver then backs the boat out of the dock and slowly took us over to the island. When he gets out he offers us a hand as we step down, then he pulls out two light blankets and a huge picnic basket, which is handed over to the men. Were told we have three hours, that he'll be back at midnight to get us. To please be on the beach. The very first thing I do is remove my heels to bury my toes in the sand.

The guys have moved back from the waves to lay the blankets down, and Erica is going thru the basket, sitting out plates, silverware and wine glasses. While Steve opens the glass of wine, Marshal comes up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist, rest his chin on top of my head and just looks out at the waves with me. It's a beautiful sight. There's no lights, the moon is high, reflecting off the water, and the stars in the sky are to many to count.

The sound of the water hitting the shore is so relaxing. Erica calls us over, saying lets eat, times a wasting. I'm wondering now if Marshal and I should have spent this last night a lone together?! This spot is beautiful and romantic for a couple, but I know once we get back home and into the daily grind of life this life with another couple will be over.

And I want to enjoy it with Marshal until the very last second. So we go and sit, have a glass of wine and a nice meal, I don't think I actually tasted much of it, Marshal had one hand up my skirt pretty much from the moment we sat down, he'd get me right to the edge, just about ready to go over and then he'd pull his hand out acting like he had to wipe his mouth, take a drink etc... he did it to drive me insane. I believe he knew my thoughts, and wanted to distract me, but also to get me ready to enjoy whatever was to come. I helped Erica clean up quickly.

Then we sat back down with one more glass of wine. I sat between Marshal's legs, leaning back on his chest, running one hand up and down his leg, gazing up at the stars. Erica sat her wine glass down, leaned towards me, ran her hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt up as she went. She looks up at me and says I like this no underwear thing Kel. I've even adopted the habit. With that Steve got behind her, flipped up her dress to bare her soft place. Marshal reaches down, puts his hands between my knees and spreads my legs for Erica, telling her to tongue play me, as he runs his fingers over my personal place. Steve has taken his clothes off, and bent down to give Erica a few toys to get her ready for him. When he slips in her he looks at me, smiles and begins a nice slow rhythm, Erica rocking with him so that when he pushes into her, she forces her tongue into me.

Marshal in the meantime has worked his other hand under my blouse to cup and squeeze my breast. I can feel him long and hard against my back, so I reach one hand back to free him. Then whisper to him, make me cum baby. I want to move out of the way so Erica can give you head.

With that he picks up his rate. My hips start to move, and it builds, oh god it feels so good, as I cum Erica buries her face in my softness, tongue deep. As all my muscles relax, I lean back to kiss Marshal and move out of the way, turning around to remove his pants, so Erica can give him head. But instead of sitting back and watching I slip under Erica to toy her personal place and Steve's balls while he continues to play her. Steve slows down his rhythm and I'm able to toy his length as he pulls out of Erica, down over his balls and back again, then over Erica's personal place.

Erica's legs start to quiver and I know she's close, I suck her personal place into my mouth, and over the edge she goes.

She in turn sucks harder and faster on Marshal's thingy.

He starts to play her mouth, slamming away, balls slapping her chin. Steve pulls out of Erica, grasp my shoulders and slips me out from under her to slide his wet thingy in my mouth. Marshal withering in pleasure grabs Erica's head to hold her still while he pumps his seed in her mouth. I'm toying and sucking just the head of Steve's thingy, teasing him. When he can take no more teasing, he holds the sides of my face still so he can take control. I grasp his balls in my hand as he slides in the whole way, then out almost the whole way, over and over again.

Just as he's about to cum, Erica goes around behind him and slips a slim dildo up his soft place, sending him over the edge. Steve says he doesn't want plastic as he bends over doggie style.

Marshal walks over behind him kneels down , grabs his hips and ease's in. I move over in front of Steve, laying down spread eagle and force his face and shoulders down to my softness. Then I wave Erica over to sit on my face. I love sucking a mans thingy, but when it comes down to it I'd rather eat softness any day. I love the taste, feel and smell. I love to plunge my tongue in, then slip it out, toy the personal place and suck it into my mouth.

And I do that for Erica now, while she grinds her hips.

I hear Marshal moaning, Steve's slamming back on his thingy, as Marshal moves forward. Demanding to be played hard.

When Marshal hits his peak he throws his head back and yells to the stars.

He and Steve then switch positions. I've got my hands on Erica's hips, guiding her, moving her on my tongue, when she starts to tremble, knowing what's to come I glide my tongue in her softness. I want to feel her contract, and I want to taste her. Knowing she's going to climax, gets me hot and I begin to move my hips on Marshal's face, fast. Erica reaches down grabs my hair and pulls, as she screams out her excitement. I'm getting close, I can feel it building, that tingling sensation that starts at your toe's and works it's way up. I'm shaking with it. Marshal picks up his speed to bring me hard and fast. Erica leans down to kiss me as I go over the edge. I gently move her off me to spin around and suck Marshal's balls and run my tongue up and down his shaft. Erica then gets under Steve to do the same. Their pace picks up and soon Steve's got his head thrown back, arching his back and moaning in pleasure. The men collapse, and Erica and I decide we have time for one more play before our ride shows.

I take Steve, and she takes Marshal. We straddle them, leaning down to kiss them.

Steve grabs my hips and pumps up while I ride down, and knowing my husband he's doing the same to Erica. I reach up and cup a breast, pinching and twirling the nipple. Riding Steve roughly, this will be our last play and I want him to scream for me.

Marshal is moaning and slamming into Erica harshly close to blowing. When he groans and picks up his rhythm I look over to see him squeezing Erica's breasts and pumping into her fast and hard.

I look back at Steve just as he tilts his head back and screams with delight. I lean down for one more kiss as lights from our ride shine on us.

We gather our things get dressed and head back to our hotel. We've already exchanged phone numbers and email addys. And we plan to meet up again next year. With kisses, goodbyes Marshal and I head back to our room to finish packing for the trip home, both of us wondering if we'll be able to meet a couple at home that we're comfortable enough with to have this kind of relationship with.