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  She went along with me. She and I acted normal. There was a spot nearby their table. We sat there, sitting across from each other, not paying them any mind, not looking at them. Portia and I dug into our food; oh, it was fantastic! We kicked back in our chairs, enjoying our breakfast, almost forgetting that the couple was there. Then, what we hoped for happened. They rose up from their seats, approaching us.

  “Hey,” the man said. “You are the couple we bumped into yesterday.”

  “That’s us,” I smiled at him.

  “We thought it was you,” said the woman. “Can’t forget a memorable face,” she looked at my wife and then at me. “Or faces, I should say.”

  “Same to you,” Portia beamed at her. “Hi, my name is Portia Haughton.”

  “And I am Hank Haughton,” I said.

  “My name is Nico Giuseppe,” the man smiled. “And this is my wife, Natala Giuseppe.”

  “It’s nice to meet you both,” I uttered. “What brings you both here to Jamaica?” I asked them.

  “We’re on our honeymoon,” Natala gushed. “Are you two on your honeymoon too?”

  “Oh no,” Portia shook her head. “We’ve been married for ten years, and counting.”

  “Ten years?” Nico gawked. “That’s impressive.”

  “Our stay here is as amazing as our honeymoon was,” I told him. “We’re here on holiday, basically escaping from winter.”

  “Where are you two from?” Nico asked. “I’m curious.”

  “New York City,” Portia said. “Manhattan. You both have accents. Where are you two from?”

  “Italy,” Natala said.

  “Rome,” Nico added.

  “What a funny coincidence,” I marveled. “That’s where we had our honeymoon.”

  “Really?” Natala’s eyes widened a little.

  “Rome is so beautiful,” Portia sighed. “We can’t wait to go back one day.”

  “Are you two enjoying your honeymoon in Jamaica?” I asked them.

  “Oh yeah, we love it here,” Nico spoke.

  “Mind if we join you?” Natala asked.

  “Be our guest.”

  Portia scooted her chair to my side of the table so we could sit beside each other. Natala and Nico sat across from us. They were even more stunning up close. Portia and I couldn’t stop smiling as we talked to them. They were more than just beautiful; they had such charming personalities. Portia and I went on talking to them about Manhattan; they talked to us about Rome; the good - -the sights, the character, and the fun that both of the world’s best cities had to offer - and the bad - like the politics, the government, and the shitty people. They asked us about what advice we’d give to them about marriage. We gave them one tip. I said it for Portia and me.

  “Just communicate, laugh often, and fuck always.”

  “It’s really that simple eh?” Nico smirked.

  “Yup,” Portia smirked back. “People make marriage seem like it’s rocket science, but it’s not.”

  “Follow our simple advice, and your marriage won’t fail, and you two can’t go wrong.”

  “And also remember that whether a marriage fails or succeeds, it takes two.”

  “That’s right,” I nodded. “It takes two...”

  In the spur of that moment, my eyes zoomed in on Natala’s breasts. Fuck. Her boobs looked fantastic in that tube top. Her pointy nipples were sticking out through the fabric. My mouth was watering at the sight of them. Natala saw that I was staring; and so did Nico. The two of them just smiled; as innocent as they looked, it was in those sultry dark brown eyes that told me that they were naughty. Not that we didn’t know that already.

  “That makes complete sense,” Nico stared at Portia’s breasts. “It takes two.”

  “Did I give you permission to check out my wife?” I called him out on it.

  “You checked out mine first,” Nico winked.

  “Touché,” I winked back at him.

  “Besides, boys, aren’t we past that?” Natala purred. “If we can watch each other fuck, then certainly we can check out each other. And...” she caressed Portia’s hand. “This.”

  Natala leaned in towards Portia. I gulped thickly as I saw Natala pressing her lips against my wife’s lips. They were French kissing, and they sure weren’t afraid to show off their tongue-to-tongue action. This wasn’t the first time that I had seen Portia snog a woman. It always turned me on, but this occasion was special. The girls that Portia kissed in the past were shy; they needed to be intoxicated to feel comfortable with kissing another woman. Not Natala. She made the first move; she wasn’t drunk. She just went for it, and she sucked Portia right into that lip-lock. They looked so fucking beautiful together, lips to lips, tongue against tongue, moaning exquisitely.

  I looked at Nico and he looked at me. We both were grinning like Jack-O-Lanterns. I boldly did something that I had never done before, not with a woman, and sure as hell not with a man.

  I removed my bare foot out of my sandal, stretching it out so it could feel up Nico’s crotch. He didn’t mind; I didn’t think it possible, but it made him smile even more. He was so hard, as was I. His cock felt amazing against the sole of my foot. I could feel the heat of his groin seeping through the fabric of his pants. I could even almost feel it throb against me too. Nico did the same. I felt his bare foot bumping against my crotch. He twirled his foot around me, feeling me up, measuring my length and girth that was hidden in my pants. We both did that to each other as we watched our wives making out; they were so lost in their kiss. And we were lost with them.

  It was a shame that they separated their lips from each other. Nico and I set our foot back down to the floor. I slipped my foot back in my sandal and I assumed that Nico had done the same.

  “Well, well, ladies,” Nico cooed. “That was a lovely surprise.”

  “They’ve started this day off just right,” I grinned.

  “I’d say,” Nico said.

  “If we play our cards right, maybe we can make it even better?” Natala smirked.

  “What do you mean?” Portia spoke.

  “I was thinking...” Natala said with a she-devil smile. “We can take a dip in the pool.”

  “It’s open this early?” I asked her.

  Nico nodded. “And it’s quiet. Nobody is around. No kids. No staff. It would be just the four of us, having the pool to ourselves.”

  Natala grinned. “So what do you say Mr. and Mrs. Haughton? Want to take that dip?”

  Portia and I didn’t respond with a yes. We responded by standing up, and letting Nico and Natala lead the way.

  ***

  We flocked to the swimming pool first to check and see if Nico was right. He was. The pool was empty; there weren’t any staff, tourists, and children in the morning. We took advantage of the opportunity. We went to our rooms first, changing into our bathing suits. We returned back to the unpopulated pool, eager for our dip. The pool was not the beach, but it was just as inviting. The water was clear like the ocean. The sky was bright blue and cloudless; the air was humid, but the gentle breeze cooled us off from the heat. We four stepped into the pool, only deep enough for the water to rise up to our chests. Portia was wearing a stunning aqua green bikini that showed off her petite figure. Natala was wearing a similar bikini, not exactly alike in its style, but nonetheless, it revealed that my wife and Nico’s wife shared the same tastes. That wasn’t any surprise; after all, they had so many similarities. They were both married, loyal to their husbands, and above all, they were nymphomaniacs. Exhibitionists. Voyeurs. Exciting. And free. Nico and I had much in common too. We loved being husbands to such extraordinary wives. We were gentlemen. Polite. Classy. Sweet in the streets but a freak in the sheets. And in the pool.

  Nico and I scooted our swimming trunks down to our ankles. Our cocks
were jutting out as hard and long as poles beneath the water. It wasn’t Portia who stood across from me. It was Natala. And Portia was standing across from Nico.

  “Are you sure you ladies are up for the challenge?” I asked them both.

  They nodded, being more than ready to prove to us that they could do it.

  Nico responded, “Okay ladies. Ready. Set. Blow.”

  They took a deep breath and dunked their heads into the water. I looked down, letting out a gasp when I felt Natala’s mouth engulf my entire cock. She had it lodged down her throat. Her hair was floating in the water; she looked like a mermaid. A mermaid giving head to her black sailor.

  “Shit,” I said aloud, turning my head to my left to see Portia bobbing her head up and down Nico’s cock. She was the prettiest mermaid of all, her short brown hair floating to the gentle-rocking movement of the pool water as she gave head to her Italian sailor.

  “Damn, they are so good at this,” Nico kicked his head back in a most arousing growl. “Your wife gives amazing underwater head.”

  “So does yours,” I started to pant lightly in a quiver. “I already feel like coming.”

  “Don’t come yet,” he said it as an order. As if I was a submissive, his submissive, I obeyed him.

  “Yes sir...” I quivered.

  Natala and Portia quickly parted from our cocks at the same time, rising back up to take a huge deep breath of fresh air. Eager for more, they inhaled much-needed oxygen, and then returned their heads back under the water again. Their eyes were wide open as they wrapped their hands around the shaft of our cocks, wanking it speedily. At the same time, they sucked our cock-heads into their mouths. It was a wonder how they could do this. It had to have been difficult, but they made giving an underwater blowjob look so easy, like walking, talking, eating, and breathing.

  “Has your wife ever given a blowjob like this before?” I asked Nico as I watched his wife bobbing her head up and down the entire length of me.

  Damn. I could feel my pre-come leaking out of me, filling up Natala’s mouth. She was sucking on me like a vacuum; I could feel her moaning around me as she drank me.

  “No,” Nico shook his head. “Has Portia?”

  “Never. Our wives must be complete naturals.”

  “They sure are,” he groaned, dunking his hand in the water.

  I watched him grab a fistful of my wife’s hair, bouncing her head up and down his cock as he rocked his hips back and forth in a quick pace, his cock burying further into her body.

  I did the same to his wife, grabbing a fistful of her hair, controlling her cock-sucking motion. I swiveled my hips, having her bob up and down my cock nice, slow, and steady, as I wanted. As Nico commanded, I didn’t come. I really wanted to, but I held it back, embracing the anticipation.

  “Oh God, this is so hot!”

  “It’s going to be hotter.”

  Nico did it. He actually did it. That Italian Stallion kissed me. And it wasn’t just a peck. He kissed me like the way his wife kissed my wife only a short while ago. He French-kissed me. It was a lot of tongue. I didn’t think I would like it, but I did. Nico’s tongue was the true commander of me. He was in so much control, beating my tongue down to submission. My tongue bowed down to his willingly. I let him have his way with me. I moaned into his mouth to show him that I loved him kissing me. He moaned even louder, deepening our kiss, his tongue anchored further into my mouth. And mine was nearing further into his. Oh yeah. This was nice.

  I was so mesmerized by Nico’s kiss that I didn’t feel or notice Natala pulling out from me. I heard Natala and Portia rise up from the pool water to drink some fresh air again. Nico and I opened our eyes, separating from our kiss. It was obvious that our wives saw us kiss. They liked it.

  Portia spit some water out from her mouth, then she moaned, “Now that’s sexy.”

  “Never seen your husband kiss a man before?” Nico snorted.

  “Never. Until now.”

  I chuckled. “What can I say?” I looked at Portia, then at Natala. “Your husband corrupted me.”

  She laughed. “If I were a guy, I’d make out with him too.”

  I grabbed Natala’s bottom, making out with her. She was as good of a kisser as her husband. By the moans I was hearing beside me, I gathered that Portia and Nico were making out too.

  When Natala and I’s lips parted, she and I looked at Portia and Nico. We four looked at each other, and then we partook in a four-way kiss. I was groping Natala’s ass and Nico’s ass. They both had such thick and round bubble-bottoms. Nico was feeling up my rump too; I didn’t mind that either. Actually, I loved it, the way he did it. He had such a commanding grip on me. He held onto the thick cheek of my ass as if it were his for the taking. If he played his cards right, maybe it would. I hoped so. But for now, it was about us four.

  “Again ladies,” I said. “Ready. Set. Blow.”

  Natala and Portia switched. It was Portia that was blowing me and it was Natala that was blowing her husband. Portia was sucking me in such a way that it weakened me at the knees. I held onto the back of her head, ramming my cock into her, slowly, gently. Oh God. It felt so good. Her mouth was filled with pool water. That pool water motioning with my cock, creating an awesome sensation that was a turn-on in its own. I opened my eyes and looked down, watching my wife suck me. I turned my head to Nico; I watched him pant heavily. Oh, the sight of Nico’s wife going down on him like the pro that she was. It was priceless.

  “May I come now?” I asked Nico, sounding like his bitch. “Please,” I whimpered. “I can’t hold on anymore.”

  “Not until I come first,” he said with this a grit in his voice.

  It was unbelievable, but not nearly as incredible as how Nico was fucking his wife’s mouth, letting out the most magnificent grunt. I could tell that he was coming; after all, I heard that sound before. His face; it melted in the orgasmic heat wave.

  “Now you may come, sexy,” he sighed.

  “Yes sir!” I yowled, ejaculating into Portia’s mouth.

  My load filled her up more than the pool water that was inside her. Every drop of me was spent in her. I groaned deeply from the pleasure as did Nico. We looked at one another; there was a glimmer in his eye that told me tonight, your mouth will be next. Be ready. There will be a lot more come in you than there was in my wife.

  Maybe that was just my imagination. I crossed my fingers, hoping for that to happen today too.

  Portia and Natala rose up from the pool water for the last time. As if they were reading each other’s mind, they both stuck out their tongue, showing off how they still had come in their mouth left over to share with us. Naturally, I had to know what Nico tasted like from Natala’s mouth. We switched again. Natala was mine and Portia was Nico’s again. I sucked on Natala’s tongue, tasting her husband’s jizz on it. The flavor of Nico was thick and salty. I sucked on Natala’s tongue harder, not wanting to miss out on a single morsel. I did it until I could hardly taste any more of anything in my mouth or in hers. Natala had our mouths separate.

  “You love the taste of my husband’s come, don’t you?” Natala snickered. She could read my mind too.

  “Yes,” I confessed. “Your husband’s seed tastes marvelous.”

  “Does Hank’s come tastes just as good, baby?” she asked her husband about mine.

  Nico parted from my wife’s lips, cooing in Italian. “È il paradiso.”

  “What did he just say?” I asked Natala.

  “He says that it’s heaven. Like paradise.”

  “I can attest to that,” Portia beamed. “I can drink his come all night.”

  “Speaking of all night, would you want us to have more fun later tonight?” I asked Natala and Nico. “If that’s alright with you honey,” I winked at Portia.

  “I’d love that,” Portia jump
ed. “As long as we aren’t overstaying our welcome,” she said to Natala and Nico.

  “Not at all,” Nico responded. “We’d love to have more fun with you. We have the rest of the week.”

  “That’s how long Portia and I are staying in Jamaica too.”

  “Marvelous,” Nico said, looking at Natala. “Just our luck baby that we’d be sharing our honeymoon with the sexiest couple from New York City.”

  “It really is wonderful,” Natala smiled.

  “And we never would’ve thought that we’d be enjoying our holiday with the most stunning newlyweds from Italy,” Portia swooned. “In an odd way, it’s as if it was destiny that we’d be here--”

  “Together,” I continued her train of thought.

  The four of us sealed our happiness with another four-way kiss. That was all we did for what felt like half an hour if not longer. Our tongues meshing, our lips pressed together, unified as four, being united as one. As we snogged, I shoved my fingers up Natala’s snatch. Nico’s fingers were up my wife’s pussy. I tickled Natala’s g-spot, massaging it right where it made her howl like a banshee. Nico touched Portia’s magic button too. The way she moaned, nearly melting into Nico’s clutches; that was how she always acted after she’d come from having her G-spot pleasured.

  It was a wonder that not a person caught us. But for all we knew, somebody could’ve been watching. Oh well. We had our moment of pleasure, and got away with it. It was our victory.

  Nico and I pulled our swimming trunks back up to our waists again. I had Portia’s hand in mine; Natala and Nico were holding hands. We stepped out from the pool, acting normal. We lounged on the recliners on the poolside, the sun beating down on our freshly orgasm-fucked bodies. Not much longer after we got out of the pool, people started arriving. That was great timing on our part. As I watched other adults reclining in the chairs, slathering up their bodies with suntan lotion, and children jumping into the pool, making big splashes, there was a song playing loudly on somebody’s radio somewhere. It was Marvin Gaye and Kim Weston’s It Takes Two. Portia, Nico, Natala, and I looked at one another when we heard it, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. It was funny, and also touching. I knew the lyrics by heart. It did take two to make a marriage work, to make the light shine through. Not only during the honeymoon phase, but also during the ten-year mark. Natala and Nico were already having the best start to their marriage. Trusting one another. Having fun together. Fucking not only each other, but with another pair of lawfully wedded lovers too: Portia and me. That continuous glow that they had on their face for one another; that glow was on Portia and me, for each other. We were all doing something right. It wasn’t hard. It was easy, breezy. Like the summertime. Our love. Like Nico and Natala’s honeymoon and Portia and I’s getaway to Montego Bay, Jamaica, it was simply...paradiso.