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Cayman Surprise 3

As we changed flights from Grand Cayman in Miami to our Midwestern city, I was grateful to be aboard the flight with my sleeping husband snoring gently. I closed my eyes and thought of the last night before we left paradise. As promised by Jean (see Cayman Surprise and 2) his secretary Chanelle came to our rented condo in Jean's limo to pick me up to go "shopping". She graciously introduced herself to my husband and explained to him that we had met yesterday at a hotel bar and she was taking me shopping for our trip home. Oblivious, he was happy as he was going on a night dive leaving at 6 pm and wouldn't be back until late. Or he may stay on the boat for an early morning reef dive as we were leaving the next day. Yikes, good fortune. Once in the limo Chanelle handled me a bundle which had a beautiful sheer orange strapless sun dress with neon bright thong and bra to wear under. Of course, 2" heel sandals replaced my flip flops. She explained that we were joining Jean on the other side of the island at a club as she stripped her t-shirt/shorts and also slipped on a bright green sundress that accented her coal black skin and lovely face. We changed in the back seat of the limo like schoolgirls and when we arrived at this fancy resort the band was in full swing with many couples dancing. Jean was at the bar with 3 other men, all like him in their forties but elegantly/casually dressed and the white gentleman with the british accent was very attentive to me while Jean smiled. (I wondered if he knew Jean had given me my first anal fuck just hours ago!) Soon, Chanelle and I were dancing barefoot with abandon on the dance floor with other couples, as well as men and women. The drinks flowed and had a major buzz but was having a reckless blast. As darkness fell, Jean, Chanelle, myself and a cute little young redhead went to the beach and in a quiet corner smoked perfectly rolled "ganja" joints. Back to the party I danced to the fast music as well as gyrating to the local Caribbean beats. At one point Chanelle held me close for a swaying Bob Marley tune and felt her lips brush my cheek and neck. Innocent? Back at the bar Jean bid farewell to his friends and gulped down my rum drink and took his hand as the 3 of us went to his limo. Travelling back to the other side of the island I saw and strip of beach in the moonlight and with "stop, stop" jumped out of the limo and ran to the beach. There were picnic tables covered by thatched roofs and ocean gently lapped yards away. Surely helped by my first "ganja" and multiple drinks I pranced to the first table and turned waving to Jean to come to me as I stripped off my dress, bra, and thong kicking off my sandals. Jean slowly approached the table and I dropped to my knees grappling with his shorts to get them off attack his cock with my mouth. Again, I marveled at this average penis could grow in my mouth to its size. Hard, I jumped up and bent over the table spreading my still sore ass and begged him to take me. Again, gently I felt his hardness against my little asshole and felt him insert his finger with the warm gel from earlier. (in his pocket?) My drunken mind remembers his cock gently pushing into my ass while I babbled with abandon like the high and drunken whore I was, "oh yes, fuck my ass, fuck me, take me ohhh!" I felt his fingers under me on my wet pussy and came at once. Face down on the picnic table I opened my eyes and saw Chanelle climbing on the table also naked and spreading her legs she positioned her pussy in front of my face! Jean gently cupped my chin while pulling his cock out of my ass and thrusting into my pussy, and as Chanelle scooted forward for her shaved midnight black pussy to be under my face he gently pushed my head forward. Amazed, it seemed so natural to bury my face in her wet folds and lick and suck her pussy. Another first, I just wanted to do well as Jean fucked into me with long strokes and I came again drenching his cock and didn't realize as Chanelle grabbed my short hair and thrusting her beautiful pussy into my mouth was moaning "yes, lick me cheri" and I felt her juices anoint my lips and face. At that moment I felt Jean's cock spasm and could actually feel him cumming inside my bucking pussy. I dimly heard another car and naked we all walked back to the limo (passing a couple on their way to the beach looking down) and it was so hard to dress in my condition in the back seat. (I even put the thong panties on backward and that's stunt) I was in a daze and had to have the dumbest slack jawed look on my face. At his place Jean kissed me firmly stating Chanelle would take me back to my rented condo. There, Chanelle walked me to the door which had a note from management that my husband would be back by noon the next day. Chanelle kissed me lightly ant turned to leave but on crazy whim I touched her arm with, "will you stay with me? Teach me?" She turned and looked into my eyes and put her hand behind my neck and kissed me open mouthed and our tongues danced and I melted into her slender body. I felt he hand on my ass and she whispered that she would go with the limo but return shortly. She also instructed me to "wash the man off you and wait naked". She did return and I saw an aggressive side to the obedient Chanelle. As I had just tasted my first pussy it was amazing how easy it was for her to firmly instruct me in the ways female lovemaking. Even as my high and effects of drink diminished, I found myself happily following her instructions to lick, kiss and devour her perfect little round asscheeks as well plunge my tongue into her sweet asshole. I luved fucking he ass with my tongue and mouth! When she turned and firmly guided my face into her pussy I devoured it and savored each climax she gushed into my mouth. Eventually she pulled me into her arms and we kissed and stroked each other for what seemed like hours. She then gently tied my hands to the bed with the phone cord, covered my eyes with her panties and slowly licked, sucked and made love to my body from my toes to my moaning lips. The climax I remember vividly was her mouth on my womanhood and thrusting her finger(s) into my sore asshole I climaxed to the point of almost passing out. I remember going to sleep with arms around me from behind and her pussy I had just worshipped in every way pressed against my buttocks. I awoke to find he gone as the sun started to rise but she had left a note with an envelope which contained an unspecified return ticket in my name back to Grand Cayman whenever I wished. The note merely stated it was from Jean and I was welcome to visit whenever he visited the island. Below, she wrote that she also would look forward to me anytime and I was a lovely student but she had more to teach me. OMG, what could that be? There was also a DVD in the envelope with Jean's instructions to view alone after I returned home. What could it be? As we disembarked our plane in our home city I couldn't wait to view it and will, alone. Hmm, for some reason I think I'll meet Jean and Chanelle again. And I am truly a changed woman. Thank goodness I don't have children and I can dream about more....

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