Juliette was down in the sand, hands and knees planted among the folds of her discarded sarong, when reality finally bit me.

Maybe it was Mateo’s swaying periscope of a dick behind her, or maybe her backward-glancing anticipation as he tugged her bikini crotch aside, hooking it around her plump ass cheek. Either way, the nearby rush of tide on shingle was subsumed within my silent scream. A vein in my head pulsed as though in response to the heat that pounded on my bared back. High factor sunscreen was seeing off the UV rays, but there’d be no blocking that first thrust he was lining up to deliver… inside my fresh and bouncy three-month girlfriend.

How the fuck had I let it get this far? Was it the couple or this damn island that had done the seducing?

The lagoon was where it all went down–the secret one he’d been promising. He and Devon both. “It’s its own little paradise,” the latter had said, sipping on a Mai Tai. We’d all sheltered in a waterfront bar from the August heatwave that had consumed Fuerteventura. “Three summers I’d been working here and only discovered it last year thanks to him.” She squeezed Mateo’s hand, and he returned her dreamily knowing smile.

“My family introduced me to this place when I was young,” her boyfriend explained, fingers tracing her bikini strap. “It’s magical. Truly. And still no one knows of it. No tourists. Shhhh.” He placed a finger on his lips. “If we are lucky, we will have it to ourselves.”

“It’d be perfect,” Devon said. “I mean…” She curled her tongue against the lip of her glass. “If you guys are sure about what we discussed...” Her and Mateo’s smiles bore nothing but welcome. My thumb stroked Juliette’s, and I cast her a cool glance that belied–I like to think–my heart rate’s acceleration. Her sweet mouth twisted into a playful grin, and I knew she wanted to go there. Geographically, and the rest.

Who was I to rain on this sunshine party?

But I’m getting ahead. There’s context required, specifically that of my and Juliette’s relationship–unlike any other I’d had.

Our protracted opening encounter back in May had shaped it. What might have been a one-nighter extended into a Bank Holiday weekend fuck-bonanza punctuated by sleep and food, and sometimes incorporating the latter. ‘Adventures in Shagging’ was how we referred to it afterwards. Basically, we clicked–sexually speaking. Both creative types, I guess. The smut we talked and positions we tried and fantasies we spun from compatibly kinked imaginations… What one of us suggested, the other ran with, lustily and without question. And the assumption grew–mutually, it seemed–that we were two same-page freaky fuckers who’d do anything to intensify the thrill.

Her smile said, “I dare you”, and I had no desire to be found wanting. So my smile dared in return. Recklessness became our thing.

The holiday beckoned–two barely clothed weeks where we could indulge and explore our lust beneath a Mediterranean sun. We were stoked–loved the hotel and resort, while Mateo and Devon were our ideal holiday companions.

He was a lean and swarthy local who taught windsurfing at Sotavento. Affability personified. As for Devon, she was a sun-bleached blonde explosion who’d repped there for a travel company but stuck around on an indefinitely long vacation–largely to fuck Mateo. They’d hooked up the previous tourist season and had found the sizzle hot enough to keep things going. I could relate.  

“I’m not always sure what we are,” she told us as we baked on the sands one afternoon post-windsurf, “but if it keeps on working…” She caressed her lover’s dark-haired thigh.

“We will keep on doing,” he said, the visible expansion under his beach shorts suggesting that he’d like the ‘doing’ to recommence immediately.

“We’re the same, aren’t we, babe?” Juliette’s fingers skated over my chest, and I experienced a similar engorgement to Mateo’s beneath my swim trunks. “Just seeing where the ride takes us.”

“Mmhmm.” I laid my hand on hers. “All good places.”

“All wonderful places.” She squirmed her doubly hot little body against mine. “Aren’t we lucky?” she said, this time to Devon.

“Two gorgeous men to service our every womanly need? Totally.” Their fingers, I noticed, had interlaced. “I can only think of one thing better.”

“Oh?” Juliette’s voice was all curiosity. “What’s that?”

Devon relaxed back in sun-drenched bliss. “Ask me later, when I’m a couple of tequilas down the line.” Whatever she was thinking, Mateo shared visibly in her amusement.

“I will do.” Juliette’s smile was pure mischief–an expression that never failed to excite me. Although this time the excitement mingled unaccountably with unease. I reached for my water bottle and let the issue slide.

It was tequila sunrises all round at that night’s beach-club party when Juliette called Devon on her tease. They were dancing close under a sea of purple fluorescence when my curvy little princess did the asking. I was clueless as to their conversation but, looking back, Mateo knew damn well what was passing between our partners, under the guise of sapphic dance-floor slink. He and I were tipping back bottled beers and coolly observing the pair’s complimentary writhing from the sidelines.

“We are two lucky guys,” he announced, clinking his bottle against mine. “Not many girls equal Devon,” he shared confidentially. “Her spirit, I mean, not just her look. But with your girl–what’s the saying?–she has met her match.” His casual frankness seemed free of agenda, and I could only agree.

“Yup–she’s quite something. Oh Christ…” Juliette and Devon had locked lips and were exploring each other’s mouth and mini-dressed curves as other dancers grooved around them.

“Christ indeed,” Mateo said in understated awe.

“We’re two lucky fucks.”

“That we are, my friend. That we are.” We laughed and toasted and sipped our beers, reverently enjoying the show.

The girls had known how hard these voyeurs would get, as Juliette reminded me all evening. “We could sense your cocks throbbing for us,” she said, rubbing mine through my trouser crotch as we took the elevator to our room. “We said so.”

“That’s when you weren’t devouring each other?”

“Mm-hmm. When we were just whispering all kinds of sexiness.”

“Like what?” I inquired, thrusting back against her palm’s flexing attentions.

“I’ll tell you when we’re naked.”

She did too. I was deep inside her on our bed, gripping her unfurled hair and bouncing my bollocks off her taut thighs, when she elaborated. “We said how hard you’d want to fuck us,” she panted, her words punctuated by the regular, fleshy impact.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” She rubbed briskly between her thighs as she went on. “And by us, I mean us.”

I slapped her ass and pounded. “Say what you mean.”

“I mean, you–Ohhh God!–you both want to fuck both of us.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, teeth clenched. “That’s no big stretch.”

“I’d like to see you fuck her,” she told me, as I reached around to grab one of her tits.

“You would?”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you fuck her like you’re doing me now. It’d be so sexy.”

“You think?”

“I fucking know. Ugh…” Her body was clenching as, approaching orgasm, she went for broke. “And I think you’d like to see him fuck me.” I shafted into her, rapid fire. “Wouldn’t you?” My cock’s motion accelerated further. “Wouldn’t you, babe?”

Gripping her like I owned her, I pounded towards climax, and in that moment, I meant the words I spat: “Fucking right I would! I’d like to see him fuck the shit out of you!”

I came. She came. We subsided into a sweaty mass no air-con could have prevented. And in the silence, my words echoed–it turned out–in both our minds.

We’d played this game back home. Only then, the other parties had been hypothetical. And yes, we’d had a threesome–two guys on one girl–albeit with her Big Boss dildo making up the number. “Go on, suck him while I fuck you,” I’d exhorted, as she crammed her mouth full with Mr Silicone. “Show me how slutty you can be.”

All good friendly fun.

But now we came to it–a truth moment if ever Juliette and I had faced one. I rolled onto the bedspread beside her, and she eyed me through her cumdown haze, levelling the challenge. “So–wanna do it?”

I determined that she wouldn’t outstare me. “Get with our new friends?”

“Yes,” she responded, with a bite of her lip.

“That was Devon’s suggestion?”

“It was. On behalf of her and Mateo both.”

“Good,” I replied, resorting to what had become my default play–see her bet and raise it. “Let’s see how much of a naughty slut you really are...”

Any doubt that we were game on evaporated next morning under influence of Devon’s smile–warm and lascivious and directed squarely at me. I figured Juliette had texted her a nighttime update. Mateo embraced me, all brotherly bonhomie, and Devon pressed her tits snug against me as we hugged. Juliette received a similar greeting from both, and I found myself monitoring my response as Mateo lingered against her, my girlfriend pushing up on tippy-toes with her pelvis tight to his. The sensation in my gut was significantly more foreign to me than the country we were visiting. Devon might have noticed, for she trailed slender fingers down my spine, transmitting reassurance with her glinting eyes.

“So Juliette told you about our little proposition,” she said over breakfast on the hotel restaurant’s terrace.

“That she did.” I spread jam on a croissant, assuming all the nonchalance at my disposal.

“And you two have discussed it yet?” Mateo asked, with his characteristic lightness of tone. “We sure have.”

He glanced at Devon, who murmured, “Fuck yeah” with her gaze fixed on me. Then she burst into laughter, taking us all with her and shattering the tension. Thankfully. I looked at Juliette and she grinned in return, alive with it all and basking in the thrill of life’s potential.

“Yes, we’ve discussed it,” I said, not taking my eyes off her.

“We have,” she added to me more than to them. “We like it.”

“Good, then,” Devon said, like she was shelving the subject for now. “No rush. Let it sit a while–we’re all friends here. More coffee, anyone?”

A breeze from the seashore took the edge off the escalating temperature, and I breathed in deeply, calming myself. Preparing for the heat to come.

It was later that day Devon broached the topic again, in relation to Mateo’s coastal haven. The following afternoon was mooted, providing Juliette and me a whole night to contemplate the forthcoming adventure. And by ‘contemplate’ I mean fuck each other to sweaty unconsciousness. There was no question our hot new friends would be doing the same.

We slept late–all of us–and met up for a terrace brunch. The sky was near cloudless and bright blue, and it was shaping up as one more fiercely hot day with just the ocean breeze to take the edge off. Mateo had rented us a pair of jet skis. Thus, not long past noon, we were skimming over the water’s surface, leaving great plumes of spray in our wake, on a mission to access the promised paradise. Everyone was stripped to basics and life-jacketed, belongings safely stowed. Devon had taken charge of one vehicle while I piloted the other; Juliette wrapped around me from behind. She and I zipped along in pursuit, Juliette squealing with laughter every time we veered sharply and got doused with salt-tasting spume.

“They’ve so done this before,” she yelled above the engine roar.

“Bringing friends to Mateo’s secret cove?”

“And partying.”

“That too.”

“Are you excited?” she asked, clinging hard to me.

“Hell yes,” I called back without missing a beat, trying to feel as sincere as I sounded. “Bring this on!”

Then we followed in a broad curve around a sturdy rock outcrop and saw it. A wide golden crescent of sand fringed with date palms and yellow-flowering shrubs, ultimately cordoned from the rest of the island by sheer rock walls. And no other soul there to bother us. The tide, as Mateo had gauged, was high, and we scooted our vessels close to shore, securing them with the anchors provided. Rugs and bags we grabbed from the storage compartments, and our quartet waded through rippling, cyan shallows to our private heaven, peeling free and scattering the life vests.

“No one to disturb us here,” Mateo said, as he and Devon laid out a broad beach rug.

“It’s just us and the sunshine,” Devon proclaimed. Juliette slid an arm around her, and together they beamed close-eyed at the firmament’s vaulting blue. “Get the lotion, boys.” The blonde travel rep spread out her bikinied self on the blanket. “We don’t want to cook.”

“That’s right,” Juliette said, removing her sea-dampened sarong and tossing it onto the sand. “Get busy, fellas.” She presented her petite form alongside Devon’s lissom one, both girls gazing up expectantly. Mateo and I fetched a bottle each from our respective bags, and instinctively, I moved to attend to my Juliette.

“Hey, buddy…” Mateo slapped me on the arm and indicated his girl. “She is always complaining I don’t have the right… technique. Agreed, baby?”

“Absolutely,” Devon concurred, smirking now and squinting up at me from under her sunshades.

“See? You have a try. Maybe she likes you better.”

The partner swap was so blasé, so throwaway, it took me by surprise. Both girls’ bodies were elongated, propped up casually on their elbows, as they smiled and waited. I glanced at Juliette, looking, I think, for some hint of apprehension to mirror my own. She gave me nothing–just a grin of anticipation shared between me and my holiday bro. The sun beat down on our secluded party, and in that moment my affinity with the group–all my intimated bravado of the past few days–was tested and found wanting… almost. For one agonised split-second. Shit, fella. We’re doing this. Cometh the hour, cummeth the man, right?

“Maybe she will,” I said and homed in on the undeniably lovely Devon, bottle in hand and cock stirring. “Roll over,” I told her. “Back first.”

“Taking charge,” she said, grinning and rolling, presenting to me her taut-muscled back and fully exposed ass cheeks. “I like that.” Maybe I just wasn’t ready to look her in the eyes. Instead, I squeezed sun cream down the long groove of her spine and got to work, smoothing it over her hot skin and kneading it gently into her back and upper shoulders. Feeding off her aching sighs and trying to ignore what was going on beside me.

Trying and failing. My peripheral vision let me know everything. Juliette was facing forwards boldly, observing Mateo’s creaming of her legs and thighs, dropping her head back with chin jutting, as he spread it over the plane of her stomach, progressing inexorably towards her tits.

Having thoroughly tended to Devon’s back with my fingers slithering beneath her knotted bikini strap, I dropped to her blanket’s edge and started on her legs. Specks of sand grated against her calves as I massaged the lotion in. At the sight of her firm and sun-bronzed body, and my cock expanded to full hardness. Her body writhed gently as I squeezed her thighs, the tang of her arousal mingling with the cream’s smell. She was warming up to me fast, careless apparently that feet away, her boyfriend was fondling another girl’s breasts.

Fully fondling. The horny bastard had pulled Juliette’s boobs free of their cups and was compressing them in his palms like ripe oranges–way to apply the lotion! My reaction was to squirt cream lewdly over Devon’s ass and slap my hands to both her sun-blessed cheeks, working it deep into that supple flesh. Her yelping laughter briefly masked the feminine squeaks and whimpers to my left.

“Let me do this properly,” I said, gripping her thong on impulse and dragging it free of her ass.

“Oh yeah, there it goes!” There was raunchy approval in Mateo’s voice, and he flipped Juliette onto her stomach as I reapplied myself to Devon’s butt. “Now we’re talking, yes?”

We weren’t saying much, in truth, but Devon told me plainly to “Get these off”, rolling over and crooking her knees so I could divest her fully of the thong. I smeared her shins and worked all the way to the burning tops of her thighs, the delta between them permeating my senses with its fragrance. The rise-and-fall of her ribbed stomach had quickened with arousal, and she was audibly panting, casting aside her shades to look me straight in the face. It was well that she did. As I spread a sheen of lotion from her waist up to her breasts, as I cupped under her bikini top and caressed, events next to me were intensifying. Juliette had hold of Mateo’s beach shorts–that much was clear–and it seemed she couldn’t get them off him quick enough.

Perhaps Devon recognised my insipient dismay, for she took sudden action. Sliding under me nimbly, she ripped my shorts all the way south of my balls and engulfed my steel erection in her mouth. Waves of sensation rocked me as she sucked, distracting–partially at least–from what was taking place beside me.

Mateo was standing tall, beach shorts crumpled around his ankles, with Juliette on her knees in only her bikini thong. Her hands were clapped to his muscled ass, and her head was bobbing jauntily, obscuring from my view what she was sucking on with saliva-sloshing relish. Her perky little body was active with the gobbling motion, that heart-shaped ass lifting off her heels as she strove to take in more. What a sight–my good girl wolfing him down like she’d serviced me the previous night and loving the fuck out of it. His hands consecrating her head as mine had done, enjoyment plastered across his taut face.

Green-eyed rage was sidelined, however, by Devon’s equally committed sucking of my dick. Her mouth stretched wide, and she gulped me down, throat muscles clutching at my shaft, as my hands grabbed the blanket in fistfuls. Her long fingers curved around my sweating buttocks, pulling me tighter to her as she feasted. I looked again to Juliette going crazy on Mateo, and jealousy’s pang closed on my heart–thankfully no tighter than Devon’s throat around my glans.

How long Mateo and I enjoyed the attentions of each other’s hungry partner I couldn’t say, so lost was I in the moment, under the sun’s relentless heat and the influence of that pulsing suck. All I know is that when Devon finally emptied her mouth and scrambled back up to face me, the heat between our respective partners had gone critical.

I turned my head and stared. I couldn’t help but do it. Mateo had put Juliette on her knees like he had plans for her. Turns out his cordial nature belied one big, angry cock and the balls (literal and figurative) to back it up. That moment is seared on my memory–my girlfriend palming the sand atop her own crumpled skirt, her bubble ass raised compliantly, with Mateo’s thick shaft resting in the crack while he savoured the moment, bikini thong tugged free for access. I knew that look on Juliette’s face. She was beyond rational thought–off her head on lust. When she stared around at Mateo, there was pleading in her eyes to which he rapidly responded.

He slid his cock from view, readied himself, and thrust, his body smacking tight against hers. The penetration ripped through her, and she cried aloud, face a mask of shocked ecstasy. Then Devon gripped my jaw and brought me back to my own partner-swapped reality. “Fuck me,” she said, possessed by a fever similar to Juliette’s. “Fuck me like you know he’s going to fuck her.”

It proved the perfect antidote. I pushed her thighs into a wide V, fitted myself to her wet invitation of a cunt, and shafted deep. As our bodies collided, she expelled a deep and gratifying moan.

“Oh God–fuck yes,” she spat as I pistoned in and out, folding legs around my ass while her pussy clenched on me greedily. Her moans competed with Juliette’s, my grunts with those of Mateo, and the cove echoed with our rabid exclamations. The sun was beating on my back as Devon clutched it, as the moment’s insane energy consumed me. I wanted to fuck her savagely, endlessly, and then I found I wanted something else. To see what that other fucker was doing to my girlfriend.

I pulled out, put Devon on her hands and knees before the other pair, so we could be each other’s mirror. She snarled with laughter, clearly loving the development. Mateo had Juliette by the waist and the crook of one arm and was smashing into her so that her juicy knockers bounced and jostled wildly. Sound was pouring freely from her oval mouth, and her sun-browned body glistened with lotion and sweat. She looked fucking fabulous. I pulled up Devon by the shoulder, ripped her bikini free of her tits, and slammed into her with all I had.

“God yes… fuck… you horny bastard…” She was sleek and slippery, her ass’s tan lines an intoxicating, pale contrast with the rest of her. I focused on that visual as much as on my own girlfriend’s fucked body–shared equal attention to Devon’s contractions around my cock as how Juliette was demonstrably creaming herself on Mateo’s. As my own orgasm approached, I thought–imagined maybe–that Juliette’s gaze locked with mine in one precious moment of communion. Then my body took over, and I pulled out in time to spurt all over Devon’s ass and lower back. Mateo was cumming too, and he drew Juliette’s pretty mouth to his violently jerking cock, so that she could taste the last of him.

We all subsided onto the blanket. There was much sweat-soaked panting and a passing of water bottles until we were halfway replenished. Then Devon placed a tender palm upon my face and whispered, “You can come play with us anytime.” She kissed my cheek smartly. “Now go cuddle your gorgeous little slut and be thankful for her. Oh, and when you fuck her later, make sure it’s as hard as you just fucked me. Got it?”

“Got it.”

Juliette and I literally slithered together, drenched and drained. “Hey there,” I breathed in her ear.

“Hey.” She kissed my mouth, and it barely occurred to me till later that she tasted of Mateo’s semen.  

“Fancy a swim?” I asked.

“That’d be nice.”

“When in Paradise…”

“Definitely.”

We padded naked through the shallows of the lagoon left by the retreating tide, till we arrived at the ocean’s shore. Devon and Mateo followed at a slight remove. Then Juliette and I waded into the water’s embrace and floated together, arms linked around each other’s neck, without a word on what had transpired. Just being and letting the waves lap gently about us.

We could talk it out–better still fuck it out later. Put it all down to the island, or to our new friends, or to our own kinked natures.

Discover what our relationship had become.