Just The Three of Us...

Asif had stopped by my bungalow at 11:00 am. We sat and talked for a few minutes before we left to walk over to Chelsea’s bungalow. We were both wearing trunks and dry soft t-shirts, a sun visor, and sun shades, we planned to be on the water for about two hours before heading to the cookout.

“Are you going to ask her?” Asif asked me eagerly, which surprised me because when I mentioned it to him the night before he was apprehensive.

I shrugged, “I can. What made you change your mind?” I asked.

He paused, “She’s cool. The three of us won’t be on the island long. I think we can have a great time together. Maybe we can convince her to stay until we both leave.”

I nodded it was a good idea. She only had a week left on her stay and we were there for another two weeks. It would have been nice to have her with us for the duration. We continued and arrived at her place. She was outside wearing a black two-piece bikini. The thong had her ass looking right along with a sheer black one-shoulder coverup.

She hugged us both, “Hola,” she said sweetly trying out her Spanish.

We greeted her and then headed out to the beach. We had a lot of watercraft at our disposal during the quiet season. The kayaks were stored at the stand with the jet skis, canoes, and inner tubes. I untied two. One had two seats and the other had one. I made Asif take the single so I could teach Chelsea how to use the oars.

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Teaching Chelsea was a breeze. She was a fast learner. We were out on the water for almost an hour before we took a break. We dragged the boats up onto the shore and sat on the beach eating a light snack.

I had some salsa playing. Surprisingly, she started singing. Our eyes popped, “You like salsa?” I asked.

“I do. I listen to all kinds of music.”

“Do you dance?”

“A little. I used to take lessons at one of the clubs downtown where I live. It’s a lot of fun.”

I reached for her hand and helped her stand. We began to move forward and back to the beat. Her hips moved, and she smiled, I gave her a turn and then a dip.

Asif watched us. He stood and asked for a chance to dance with her. I gave him an opportunity until my favorite bachata song sounded. I had to cut in to see how she moved. It was perfect. After we danced, I suggested we go explore one of the beach cabanas. There were two of them on that side of the island.

We walked over to the bright yellow octagonal-shaped cabana. “This is lit,” she stated with excitement. On the outside were three white chairs and a small table. I entered the code. We walked into the main room which had a queen-sized bed, a panoramic view, and a ceiling fan. The kitchen was off to the right and there was a door that led to the bathroom.

She walked around taking it all in, “I love this.”

“Now you see why we come here every year. It’s amazing. It’s secluded and we have each other.”

“Yeah. I can’t imagine missing a trip to the island,” added Asif.

“Should we head back to get ready for the cookout?” she asked.

I looked at my cell phone, “we have a little time.” I walked over to where she stood looking out the window and kissed her neck. I love how her hand touched my face as I stood behind her showing her neck, biting her earlobe, and rubbing her full breasts.

“I think Christian might be a little horny,” joked Asif.

I was mad horny. I know she felt my dick poking her ass as I rubbed against her. She smiled, “I think he is,” she replied, “come here,” she said to Asif.

He approached us, she rubbed his crotch until he was stiff. He pulled down his pants and the next thing I knew we were naked in the bed.

I was on her left kissing her mouth as my finger made tiny circles on her clit. Asif was on her right holding her right leg up as he fingered her sweet spot. She had our dicks in her soft hand massaging and stroking. Thas was it. Our moment. Our threesome with Chelsea.

Her head turned. She kissed Asif as I sucked her left nipple slowly. She hummed. My fingers took over for Asif. I felt her honey leaking. She was juicy and ready to receive us. I lifted my finger to taste. She turned to look at me as Asif traveled below and licked her rose petals, sucking her pearl.

Our lips pressed together. She smiled. “What?” I asked.

“Y’all are spoiling me. I’m never going to be able to leave.”

I chuckled, “Stay with us.”

“It’s so tempting.”

We kissed some more. I eased up so she could taste me. Her lips circled my shaft as I thrust. I touched her soft face and admired her tongue work. Back and forth my rod slipped between her wet lips as she looked at me.

Asif had finally finished tasting her; he spooned her while holding her right leg up and there we were with the sun shining through the windows as we enjoyed a moment alone. I helped her play with her clit as Asif worked her from behind. I loved how her body trembled as the first orgasm hit from penetration.

I pulled my rod from her mouth. We kissed. I paused to look into her eyes, “Te gusta, verdad?’

“Um hmm,” she replied.

“Si?”

“Si.”

I laid back ready for my chance. Asif pulled out so she could mount me. Slowly she drifted to the base and began to move those hips. I placed my hands on her ass. Asif moved up. She leaned over and sucked her nectar off his rod. I could have stayed there the rest of the day but I knew we had to meet the others.

I started thrusting underneath rapidly. Her body quaked again. She looked up and kissed Asif as her hand stroked him slowly. After about twenty seconds. He was spilling onto her hand.

I pulled her into me and pushed her legs out. I felt her heartbeat against my chest as I worked her center. I felt her walls closing tighter on my dick, “Ahh fuck mami,” I exclaimed as I burst inside of her.