After dinner, the three of us went to the bar on the top deck. We drank and danced until one in the morning. The booze flowed freer, the dances got raunchier, and the conversation more frank and open. By one thirty I was naked and in bed with both of them. They told me they came to party and they weren’t kidding. My first sex other than with Carol in over 12 years and I hit the jackpot.
I am a bigot. The thought of two men in bed together always leaves me kinda … well … turned off. But the thought of two women together never fails to give me a hard on. And reality was much better than the fantasy. I couldn’t wait to kiss each of them after they tongue fucked each other and then I took my time as I tasted each pussy separately. And I cannot imagine any man not enjoying the eroticism of two attractive women sucking each other’s tits; and I won’t even try to describe the sight of two pussies rubbing together.
I know the normal temperature of the human body is 98.6 degrees; but the medical profession must be wrong. When I put my dick in the first pussy it may have been 98.6, but then I took it out and put it in the pussy next to it and I swear that pussy was at least 10 degrees hotter. After a few strokes, I switched back to the first and it was 10 degrees hotter still; then back and forth, back and forth, each time the new pussy was hotter. By five in the morning the three of us were sitting on their balcony watching Cozumel come into view. We went back inside and I received good-bye blow jobs from them.
By seven I was in my cabin and by five after seven, I was asleep. I never set foot in Cozumel.
I was standing in line that evening waiting to be seated for dinner thinking about the night before, when Grace Windham from the first night tapped me on the shoulder.
“Dining with anyone special?” she asked.
“I don’t know. They may be.” I answered.
“We have an extra seat.”
“Thank you.” I followed her in and sat at her table. It was the same group as before. The dinner was, again excellent as was the show afterwards. Two shows, in fact, because Grace and I watched both performances again. It was the same performers as before, but the show was completely different. Those people were talented.
After the second show, I thought having a drink would be a good thing to do. “Grace, would you join me for a drink topside?”
She smiled, “that would be nice.”
We danced a couple of times and were sitting, talking, and enjoying our drinks when a handsome young man, who looked vaguely familiar, approached our table and spoke to me.
“Excuse me, sir. Would you mind if I asked this young lady to dance?”
I looked at him then at her and saw the gleam in her eyes, which told me that she didn’t care if I minded or not she was going to dance with him. “Of course not,” I said as I stood.
He took her hand and escorted her to the dance floor. I watched as they danced. It was as if they had danced together their whole lives and never once did he press his body close to hers in that horny, teenaged dry fuck way I did when I danced with her. I hated this young man because of his good looks, youth, class, and dancing ability.
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