Helen decides it's time they left!

Helen found her way back to the lounge area on unsteady legs. Obviously they’d all had too much wine, and it was time to go back to the beach-house and get a good night’s sleep. She couldn’t even tell if she’d really seen Zoltan jerking off to the vile (yet fascinating) S&M porn, or if that had been part of the dream she’d had after she collapsed in the bathroom. It was all such a confusing (but arousing) muddle in her mind.

After a few wrong turns, she found her way back to the lounge, to find Kent, Richard, Amanda and the Varko woman all sitting and talking quietly. There was an odd atmosphere in the room, and she thought Kent looked particularly ill at ease. Probably still uncomfortable about how much Sofia Varko turned him on in her lovely latex dress.

Helen couldn’t blame him, and her eyes lingered on the shiny fabric. She remembered how the wonderfully tight and stretchy latex felt in her dream as she tugged it up her own arms and legs…

Kent smiled at his returning wife, and couldn’t tell if she was oddly distracted or if his own guilt was affecting his perceptions. Mere minutes ago, he had pumped a load of cum down Amanda Graves’ eager throat, while Sofia Varko swallowed a load from Richard, who sat nearby. After the men had recovered from their orgasms and the wives had cleaned their cocks with their tongues, the women had shared a lingering kiss, and Kent had been amazed to see some milky sperm passing between their glossy lips. Then they had taken long drinks from their wine glasses, straightened their dresses, and taken their seats.

Kent’s heart jack-hammered and he feared that Helen would be able to see some outward sign that would give away his adulterous act, but her attention seemed to be on Sofia, and her tight latex dress…

At that point, Arman Varko and Stacy entered the room. Varko looked as cool and urbane as always, but Stacy looked as dazed as her mother, if not more so. Her body seemed to have a new healthy glow to it, as though she had rubbed some lotion on her skin. Like her mother, she seemed distracted and slightly unsteady on her feet.

“Hey Mom and Dad. I think I maybe had too much wine!”

Arman laughed. “My friends, I fear that we might have been too generous in our pouring! My wife and I are used to indulging too much, perhaps. I hope you will forgive us!"

Helen smiled. "Yes, I think we've all had a bit too much and we'd better call it a night. I think I actually fainted in the bathroom, for a minute..." She waved a hand to cool her face.

Arman and Sofia exchanged a knowing look and Richard laughed, and rose to his feet. “Well, thanks for a lovely evening, folks!”

The handsome European smiled. “Do not mention it, my friend. You must come again before you leave our island. Perhaps I could give you a trip around the coast on my yacht? It is anchored below. There are also caves and deep tunnels below our feet that were once used by pirates and smugglers. I would be glad to show them to you, on your next visit.”

“That would be cool,” said Stacy, who was suddenly intrigued and excited by the thought of the dark caverns that might be found below the house. The idea seemed to remind her of a dream she’d had recently. A dark and exciting dream, that she was sure involved Arman! But how could that be? She’d only met him for the first time that night…

…

The guests were led back to the limo. On the drive back to their beach-house, Helen’s eyes kept going to the back of Zoltan in the driver’s seat. The hulking brute fascinated her, and she couldn’t shake the image of him jerking off to the porn, or him fastening the ball-gag in her mouth, and preparing to fuck her up the ass…

Back at the beach-house, Stacy quickly went off to bed, tired out after the exciting events of the day. The others stayed up for a night-cap. Amanda needled Richard and Kent about the attention he’d given their hostess.

“I saw the way you two looked at that Varko woman, in her teensy weensy rubber dress. Do you boys think you’ll be able to make do with your own wives tonight?” She winked at Kent, smiled sexily and ran her tongue along her glossy lips. Lips which had only a short time ago been clamped around his own cock! He glanced in alarm at his wife, hoping she didn't notice or suspect anything.

Richard and Amanda finished their drinks and walked none too steadily to their room, fumbling at each other like horny teens. In no time, moaning and panting could be heard from behind the closed door.

Helen and Kent finished their drinks and went to their own room.

Lying in bed, Helen couldn’t sleep and was aware that Kent was awake too. Reaching over she touched him gently and felt the stiffness of his cock. Moving over, she kissed him passionately and started sliding her hand up and down his hard shaft.

With a wildness that surprised even her, she straddled her husband and lowered her hot pussy down onto his hard cock. With her hands on his chest, she threw back her glossy brown hair and began riding him cowgirl style.

Kent was amazed. Not only was he usually the one who had to initiate sex, but Helen was usually happy with the Missionary position. The few times he’d managed to get her to try other positions, she’d said she didn’t like it. Now here she was, riding him wildly like a prize stallion! He groaned with pleasure and closed his eyes, reaching up and cupping her perfect breast, his thumbs rubbing at her hard nipples.

He felt so guilty about letting Amanda suck his cock, but the memory also turned him on to no end. His rock-hard cock felt amazing as his wife rode it. The thought that it had only recently been down another woman’s throat and was now buried to the hilt in his wife was incredibly exciting.

Helen looked down at her husband’s face, contorted with pleasure, the eyes screwed tightly shut. She suspected he was probably picturing Sofia Varko, her curvy body in the tight latex dress, dancing sensually for his pleasure. Helen could hardly blame him. The raven-haired beauty had looked amazing in the latex dress. Helen knew she would look damn good in that dress too, but she could never have the daring or confidence to wear clothes like that. Could she?

Her mind drifted once again to the intense dream of Zoltan introducing her to violent, sado-masochistic delights. Helen boiled with lust at the thought and began riding her husband more vigorously. She imagined herself dressed again in the black PVC corset, the spiked dog collar around her throat, black latex stockings and opera gloves, and Kent in the gimp suit.

But in her mind, it wasn’t Kent. It was Zoltan. She imagined running her hands over his hugely muscled body and her pussy clamping tightly around his huge cock. She wished she hadn’t woken from the exquisite dream when she did, because she was desperate to know how that cock would feel as it rammed up her ass with rough, powerful thrusts...

With that, she came harder than she could remember coming ever before.

…

Stacy couldn’t sleep either. She felt strangely restless, and her mind was awhirl with thoughts about the evening. The gasps and moans that floated on the warm night breeze made her all too aware of the two older couples making love in rooms to either side of hers. She decided this would be the perfect time for a moonlight stroll or even a swim!

Changing into her bikini (and enjoying how it made her gorgeous young body look in the moonlight) she slipped out of the house and walked down to the beach.

Hearing the sounds of all the sex in the house reminded her of the raunchy illustrations Armnan Varko had shown her. She wasn’t sure how appropriate it was for him to have shown her the book, but then again, she wasn’t a child any more. She was 22!

She wasn’t a virgin either. She and her boyfriend, Chris, made love regularly and she enjoyed it up to a point. She had to admit that she couldn’t see what the fuss was all about though. Chris was an enthusiastic lover, but not a very experienced one. Also, his cock wasn’t a particularly impressive specimen. Her friends told her size didn’t matter, but she wasn’t so sure!

Experience would help too. She often found herself fantasizing about older men, and had had a crush on her ‘Uncle’ Richard for some years. She didn’t feel guilty because he wasn’t really her Uncle, just her Dad’s oldest friend, and he was a good looking guy, with a roguish attitude that she liked. She knew her Mom didn’t really approve of him or Amanda, but that kind of made Stacy like them even more.

And then there was Arman Varko. Stacy found him fascinating, and she had been undeniably aroused when he showed her the ‘forbidden’ book, with it’s illustrations depicting wild, Satanic orgies. She would certainly be keen to visit their house one more!

Again, this gave her a strange feeling of déjà vu, as though it reminded her of something she’d once seen in a movie or dreamed about, but it just wouldn’t form properly in her mind. One thing was sure though, thinking about Arman Varko and his occult books made her horny as hell!

As she reached the beach, she paused under a palm tree to take in the beautiful sight of the moonlight shimmering on the calm ocean water. Suddenly a dark shape broke the surface, and she stepped behind the tree as the large, bulky shape of a muscular man emerged from the water and walked up the beach, some distance along from where she was hidden.

It was hard to tell from this distance, but the shaved head and huge, muscular frame made her think it must be the Varkos' driver, Zoltan! She gasped with shock as she saw him striding up the beach, and could clearly see a huge cock bobbing and swaying as he walked. He was naked!

She clung tightly to the palm trunk and stared at that long, thick member as it swung between the huge man’s muscular legs. It was at least three times the size of her boyfriend’s and it wasn’t even hard! God, what would it be like when it was hard???

Staying well hidden in the black shadow of the palm tree, her hand slowly moved down and began stroking at her hot pussy through the thin material of her bikini…