Stranded on Temptation Island (3 page)

“Oh, has he?” Lisa asked, casting a raised eyebrow in Danny’s direction.

“All good, I promise! Can I get you a drink?”

Before Danny could do much more than blink, the women were nose deep in rum punch chatting about shoes or some such nonsense.

His head was awhirl. What had just happened? Before he had time to think too deeply about it he was joined by some of the other travel agents.

“Hey, Danny, when do you think we’re going to get out of here? I have a client who’s supposed to come in next weekend for her wedding. I think she’s going to cancel on me.”

“Better call her and tell her to go to Baja,” Danny advised.

“What are the odds of two hurricanes hitting back to back, huh?”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t know. Sure has a way of taking the fun out of a vacation, though, doesn’t it?”

“Sure as hell does.”

“Danny?” Lisa’s voice purred in his ear. “Isabella and I are going to head up to her room where it’s quieter.”

Danny frowned. “Is it safe?”

Isabella smiled. “It’s quite safe. Don’t worry about your pretty little wife. I’ll take care of her.”

Danny nodded and turned back to his conversation as the women wound their way through the crowd.

***

It was nearly an hour before Danny could extricate himself from the conversation about hurricane season, their paths, and what exactly the difference was between a tropical storm and a hurricane. Why, his colleague had asked, would anyone in their right mind come to the Caribbean in the middle of hurricane season anyway?

The man obviously hadn’t had his eyes open on the way in.

Because no one believes one will hit while they’re here, and it’s worth taking the chance.

It was as simple as that.

Danny began to head back to his own room before he realized he was still technically banned from that area of the hotel. It certainly wouldn’t be peaceful listening to the crash of the rain and the wind on the glass. Should he head to Isabella’s room? Hers was an interior room and therefore somewhat insulated from the storm.

His wife was there; it was perfectly acceptable.

He headed in that direction and found Isabella’s door slightly ajar. From inside the room, he heard chatting and… was that…
giggling?
Curious, he knocked.

“Come in!” Lisa called.

He ducked in to find Isabella and his wife sitting very close together on the king-sized bed, whispering in one another’s ear. Isabella laughed, and Lisa giggled again.

Danny looked at them suspiciously. “Everything okay?”

“Couldn’t be better,” Isabella announced. “Want a drink?”

“Sure,” he said, and held out a hand to stop her from getting up. “I’ll get it myself.”

She smiled. He turned to the mini bar and scrounged for tequila and lime. When he’d added sugar, he turned and, jaw dropping, very, very slowly set his drink back on the counter.

Lisa and Isabella were kissing. Slowly, Isabella’s mouth moved over Lisa’s, and Lisa’s hand had risen to gently touch Isabella’s face. Her fingers gently caressed Isabella’s cheek as she tilted her head and quite enthusiastically kissed the other woman back.

Danny was stunned. As far as he knew, Lisa had no sexual experience with a woman whatsoever. What did she have up her sleeve? Whatever it was, he liked it so far.

Isabella broke off the kiss and turned to Danny, smiling while she held Lisa to her. “Lisa says you’ve been a bad boy, Danny,” she said. “I think you deserve to be punished.”

He swallowed, hard.

“I’m going to make love with your wife right here, while you watch. Get your drink and pull up a chair.”

Holy fuck.

As if in a trance, Danny did what he was told. Isabella and Lisa exchanged smiles, and turned their attention upon one another.

Their lips touched, and Isabella’s fingers went to the ties of Lisa’s filmy halter top. She swept it over Lisa’s head, revealing her round, perky breasts. Reaching for the hem of her own shirt, she removed it as well and flung it away. She drew Lisa close, and Danny watched, cock stirring, as their flesh melded together.

             
Isabella’s hands roamed his wife’s smooth skin – her shoulders, the curve of her back, the narrowness of her waist, the flatness of her abdomen, and finally cupped the weight of her breasts. Lisa leaned into Isabella, moaning as they kissed, eyes closed as she tentatively returned Isabella’s touch. Isabella reached for Lisa’s skirt and tugged, and both women laughed as they leapt off the bed and stripped before leaping back again.

             
The sight of his naked wife rolling in bed with another woman had Danny’s dick standing at attention. He couldn’t resist easing himself into a more comfortable position and slipping his zipper open for easy access as Isabella climbed on top of his wife.

             
Isabella met his gaze across the room. “I’m going to lick your wife’s pussy until she screams, Danny,” she announced, “and then,” she removed the vibrator similar to the one that Lisa had the previous day from beneath a pillow, “I’m going to fuck her with this giant cock.”

             
Danny’s breath caught. Lisa lay stretched on the bed, her head back so that it was almost upside down; he could nearly see the expression on her face. She was smiling; she looked rapturous.

             
Isabella knelt between Lisa’s legs. At the first touch of her tongue on her pussy, Lisa’s back arched and she let out a long, drawn out moan. Isabella’s hands stroked Lisa’s abdomen and sides, reached upwards to fondle her tits, as her tongue delved deeply into her wet, warm pussy. Lisa’s hips moved upward against Isabella’s mouth and she continued to moan. Her eyes opened as her back arched and her eyes met Danny’s.

             
Danny’s cock surged at the look of sheer desire on Lisa’s face.

             
“I’m going to come, baby,” she whispered as Isabella lapped at her clit. Her hands grasped the duvet as she arched upwards. Her body shuddered as she let out one long, low moan.

             
Isabella rose, licking Lisa’s juices from her lips with a smile. She slid her body over Lisa’s and kissed her gently.

             
“You taste so good,” she said softly, and Lisa laughed, still trembling. She kissed and licked her way down Lisa’s luscious body, pausing to pay extra attention to her pert, rosy nipples. Then, she reached for the vibrator. “Turn over,” she said.

             
Lisa turned over and rose to all fours, facing Danny. Isabella pressed the humming vibrator to her pussy and Danny watched his wife’s eyes widen as she let out a soft sigh.

             
“Oh, Danny,” Lisa sighed. “It feels so good.” She looked behind her. “Harder, please, Isabella,” she moaned.

             
Isabella pushed the vibrator further into Lisa’s willing pussy and began thrusting in and out while Lisa pushed backwards. Isabella’s free hand caught one of Lisa’s tits and pinched her nipple, hard. Lisa cried out in pleasure. Danny was openly rubbing his cock now.

             
Lisa smiled through her passionate haze. “Oh, Danny, I love watching you touch yourself. In fact, I want you to fuck Isabella while she fucks me with this…” she groaned as an orgasm shook her entire body and she nearly collapsed.

             
Danny couldn’t believe his ears. Lisa was asking him – ordering him – to fuck another woman?

             
He didn’t need to be told twice. He stood and stripped, cock painfully hard and ready.

             
Isabella smiled coyly while she bent over Lisa and presented her ass to him. Without hesitation, Danny grasped her hips in his hands and thrust smoothly into her. Her tight pussy gripped his cock hard, and he almost came right away at the sensation. He paused for a moment, and then began to slowly plunge into her, over and over. He reveled in the moment. She was so different than Lisa; petite, but luscious and full where Lisa was slender. He ran his hands over the roundness of her ass as he pumped into her pussy, glided around the front of her and held the fullness of her breasts. Mean while, Isabella  continued to thrust the vibrator into his wife’s pussy as Lisa moaned aloud.

             
Isabella thrust her hips back onto his cock, inviting him to thrust deeper, harder. Danny gripped her hips in his hands and pulled her back onto him, hammered into her. His cock felt hot, tight, held firmly in the grasp of her wet pussy. He felt her pulse around him as her back arched and she lost her rhythm for a moment, staggered. She moaned as she came around him and he felt her warm liquid explode over his cock.

             
“Danny!” she cried breathlessly.

             
The feelings were too much, and hearing this woman cry his name sent him over the edge. His pleasure peaked as he reached his release and, groaning in pleasure, he spilled his seed deep into her pussy with one last thrust.

             
He heard Lisa cry out at the same moment, and the three collapsed, sated, upon the bed.

***

             
A polite knock the following morning found the three tangled in the white bedsheets. Danny extricated himself from the arms of his wife and Isabella to answer the door. A housemaid stood carrying fresh towels.

             
“Sir, I just wanted to let you know that the storm has blown over and the airport is open. If you would like to reschedule a flight home, the staff at the front desk can help you with that later this morning.”

             
Danny glanced behind him at the two women curled beneath the sheets in his bed. Suddenly, being stranded on Barbados in the middle of a tropical storm seemed to be the perfect vacation.

             
“Thank you,” he said reluctantly, and accepted the towels.

             
“Well, this sucks,” he complained as he slipped back into bed.

             
“What, baby?” Lisa crooned, drawing a slim hand lightly along his arm.

             
“We can leave.”

             
Isabella laughed. “And this is a problem?”

             
Danny shrugged. “It means no more… you know.”

             
Lisa giggled, and Isabella joined in.

             
“He has no idea!” Isabella said breathlessly.

             
“What?” Danny asked, bewildered.

             
“There is no wedding,” Isabella confessed.

             
“Isabella lives down the street from us,” Lisa informed him. “She just moved in two months ago.”

             
“We’ve been planning this since you first brought up your trip,” Isabella added.

             
Danny could have kicked himself. He had never seen Isabella with a single member of the
wedding party. Of course her story had been false. But Lisa had
planned
this? Her jealous fit had been an
act? He supposed he’d been so used to them that he hadn’t realized she’d been making it all up.

             
“Why haven’t I met you before?” he asked Isabella.

             
“You’re always travelling, or working,” she pointed out.

             
“So it isn’t the end, baby,” Lisa assured him. She smiled and ran a hand down his roughened cheek.

“It’s just the beginning.”

*****

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