[[[-IF4-P3.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 4: Paradise Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 03: "Recollections" ------------------------------------------- -*- Friday, May 22, 2015 -*- -*- Sandvika, Norway -*- It was 6:00am here on the farm in Norway, in our mansion, and I was up and already about. I gingerly rolled out of bed moments earlier and quietly excused myself, not wanting to wake or rouse the seven sleeping beauties that were left behind. I did get one final glimpse of them before leaving, though. Quite honestly, I could not resist. It was a mish-mash of symmetrically perfect bodies, strewn about the mattress, jumbled and contorted together in ways that I could not even begin to describe. It was, for lack of a better term, my own personal fairy tale. How could I not stop and admire the scene, even if just for a fleeting moment? After all, how many men in the world could say that they were married to six captivating, drop-dead gorgeous women, while also having a live-in fiancee as well? Were the eight of us enough? We were all a happy and loving, polyamorous family. I checked on my two infant children - Kaden and Piper; both of them were napping quite peacefully in their respective cribs. Ahh, the mansion was actually quiet. This place always seemed hectic and was bristling with activity, but all was tranquil and serene now. It felt sort of eerie, actually. I was definitely not accustomed to this at all. I usually did not wake up until around 9:00am each morning. Lindsay always enjoyed teasing me; she would say that I am an old man, and I needed all the sleep I could possibly get! Nevertheless, I ventured off to the kitchen and decided to tempt fate by cooking a small breakfast for myself. I could not help but to chuckle and smile several times throughout, doing what was normally a routine and mundane process for most people. But me? When I was the last time I actually stood at the kitchen stove and cooked a meal like this? Amy (one of my six blushing brides) was our self-appointed cook and housekeeper, and would flip out if she knew that I was doing this right now. Amy was very hyper sensitive when it came to the kitchen; she wanted to do all of the cooking herself. This was supposedly her imminent domain. Before Amy took this role, of course, I had Louisa - the elderly woman who was our personal cook and housekeeper while we were living on the island. Indeed, it had been quite a long time since I had prepared my own meal (I am excluding all of the many times that I have grilled out, though - no one, on the other hand, was allowed to touch the grill except _me_). "You're going to burn those eggs if you cook them any further," came a soft, squealy voice from behind me. I turned and felt instant happiness at the sight of sweet, little Lindsay, who still looked as if she was half-asleep. Wearing a black Cincinnati Bengals replica jersey that went down past her knees, Lindsay stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me in a loving, thoughtful embrace. She enjoyed using the jersey of her hometown football team back in the United States as a night-shirt. "Good morning, Jeremy," the 20-year-old chirped, but with a definite grumble. "How long have you been awake? I didn't feel you get out of bed this morning." "Not long," I told her, returning her warm embrace in kind. "Is anyone else awake now, too?" "I don't think so," Lindsay murmured, stepping away and sighing contently. Indeed, she was barely awake! Did Lindsay wake up this early simply because I was not in bed? "Why don't I give you this round of eggs and bacon that I made, honey?" was my suggestion, already flipping the steamy goodness onto a plate for her. "Get yourself some orange juice, or some of your pineapple punch, and take a seat at the table. I'll fix some more food for myself." "Well, I AM a bit hungry," she conceded, snatching the plate from me and walking over to the little, circular table for two in the corner. Lindsay took a seat and promptly began to dab and poke at her food with a knife and fork. "I know you'll like this," I mused, walking over and offering her two pieces of fresh toast with butter melted on top. I planted a kiss upon the side of Lindsay's head and she giggled in response, then I went back to the stove and began preparing another batch of food. "Did you have a good night's rest?" again came that infectious, sweet voice from behind me about a minute later. "I guess Trish and I finally came in and fell asleep around one o'clock, or thereabouts. Everyone else was fast asleep except for Pamela; she was tending to Piper." "It wasn't bad," I said in response, glancing back toward her, referring to my night and the amount of rest I received. "I went to bed with Krissy and Amy around eleven." Lindsay was giggling again. "That was pretty funny what Krissy said last night when you and her went out to the grocery store with Kaden after it was already dark." "Oh yeah? What was that?" "Krissy said you two were living on the edge by taking Kaden out so dangerously close to his bed-time." I was chuckling as well. Kaden, of course, was the 10-month-old son that I had with Kristanna. "Oh, I remember her saying that. Krissy always has something funny hidden up her sleeve." I smiled at Lindsay as she really began to dig into her breakfast plate. Perhaps I was not that bad of a cook? Maybe I could take over Amy's role? Nah... "What did you and Trish do til one o'clock in the morning, honey?" "We must have played _Grand Theft Auto_ on the computer for like four or five hours last night." Ahh yes, video games. Lindsay, just like Trish, was an avid gamer. They enjoyed going online and playing a multitude of different games with others throughout the world. Lindsay was most interested in _Grand Theft Auto_, while Trish still held a certain affinity for _World of Warcraft_. Together, both of them played countless other games as well. Myself, I had finally gotten past the gaming stage of my life a few years ago. Still, there were rare instances when I would sit down with Lindsay and Trish for an hour or two and play alongside them. It always made them happy. None of the other ladies, though, had any interest in gaming. "It's addicting," Lindsay offered. "I just love G-T-A. We hooked up and played online with my sister, Alison, from Ohio, as well as two of Trish's cousins from Canada. It's fun to get on voice chat with everyone and just chill out. They sound as if they are in the room right with us!" "How is Alison doing?" "Good," Lindsay nodded. "She claims to be getting really serious with her boyfriend, but you know how that goes." My young wife laughed merrily. "I've heard that same thing from Ali in the past when she has talked about other boyfriends." Lindsay giggled again. "Trish was getting pretty mad at me last night. I must have gunned down her character in G-T-A 12 or 13 times in a row before she was to finally pop me." She snickered one more time. "I kept stealing her money." "You are pretty ruthless when it comes to that game." "Oh, it's all in good fun," Lindsay smiled. Another unexpected, but certainly a pleasant surprise, Scarlett suddenly walked into the kitchen and immediately seemed amused by the fact Lindsay and I were having an early breakfast. She was probably thinking just as I was - Amy would not approve! Did the fact, though, that I was no longer in bed rouse Scarlett at this early hour, too? Perhaps I should have stayed, so everyone got more rest. "Hey," she simply greeted us. "What are you doing up so early?" "I have to be at work in less than three hours," she told me. "Just got called in for an eight hour shift." My frown, as you may imagine, was very pronounced. "You were supposed to be off today, Scarlett! I hate it when the hospital calls you in like that." It was selfish of me to feel this way, I admit, but I really wished that Scarlett would just cut ties and quit her nursing job. There was absolutely no need for her to work a single day for the rest of her life with all of the financial resources I had. Scarlett, however, was bull-headed, and it was impossible to talk her into quitting what had been her life's ambition. Again, being selfish here, but Devon wanted to get into nursing too. One day, I may have two women in my life working these crazy, standard 12 hour shifts with the real possibility of being called into their job at any given moment. Scarlett snatched a small carton of orange juice from the refrigerator, then went over to Lindsay and promptly kissed her on the lips. "Good morning, baby," Scarlett greeted her, before coming my way and offering me a quick kiss as well. She opened her drink and took a healthy sip, then gave an agitated expression and whined, "I have to get ready for work." And with that, Scarlett turned and walked away. "Scarlett doesn't seem too happy with being called in," Lindsay astutely observed. "I think her, Kristanna and Devon had plans of going to the fitness center today." "I just don't understand..." "It's what Scarlett wants to do," Lindsay reminded me. "She loves being a nurse, Jeremy. I know you do not agree with it, but it is what she wants. I'm the same way; going to the church in downtown Oslo and devoting a lot of my time to it. I don't think it would be so bad if Scarlett did not work all those crazy hours and shifts." "You going to the church in Oslo for a few hours, a few days a week, is a LOT different than Scarlett working 12 hour shifts with added overtime, and putting in anywhere from 36 to 56 hours per week," I told her in a deep tone. "I just said that, Jeremy..." Lightly fuming, I turned away from Lindsay and re-focused on the task at hand. My breakfast meal was almost ready. I kept stirring the eggs and turning them over until I felt a pair of slender arms coil themselves around me from behind, and then a pair of lips kissing the back of my neck. "I know what will make you feel better, Jeremy." "What's that?" I grumbled. "We can go to the voyeur room and watch an old movie from the past," Lindsay suggested. Hmmmmm, the voyeur room. Once an integral staple of my life as I often eavesdropped on the ladies during their initial visit to the island two years ago with hidden surveillance cameras and microphones scattered in strategic places, the voyeur room - and my obsessive need for being in it - had taken a backseat, so to speak, once all of the marriages began happening in August 2013. Still, I had a fully-functional voyeur room here in our mansion which was built just last year, with 206 different video cameras and microphones strewn about the property. However, I barely spent any time in the voyeur room any more. There was rarely a need - or even a desire - for me to do so. But Lindsay's suggestion for cheering me up was to go to the voyeur room and _watch an old movie from the past_. In the archives, I had every sexual encounter which ever took place on the island, as well as important events such as engagements and those soul-touching discussions that I truly believe helped draw the ladies toward me to begin with. "What movie do you have in mind, honey?" "Maybe when you and Trish took my virginity?" I shook my head. "An awesome video, no doubt, but I must have watched that 10,000 times by now." Indeed, I will never forget the date of June 6, 2013 - that was when Lindsay showed up in my private bedroom on the island and literally begged Trish and I to take her virginity in a three-some. What ensued was one of the most remarkable evenings of my life. To be 39 years of age at the time like I was, and help partake in the deflowering of an 18-year-old virgin... wow. I certainly am proud of the fact that Trish and I did _everything_ right that evening as it pertained to Lindsay. "I know what we can watch, then!" Lindsay chirped. "What about the next day? While you were picking Kristanna up and devoting the entire day to her, Jeremy - remember she was a few days late arriving to the island because of her passport issues - I had my first one-on-one sexual encounter with Trish." Bingo! A vastly underrated video in my collection, and not something I had watched all too often. Nor was Lindsay's initial one-on-one coupling with Trish something that I covered and described in the original story. "Even though I had sex with you and Trish the day before," Lindsay mused, "I remember still being so incredibly uptight and nervous with Trish when it was just her and me. But by the end of it, I think, I was finally able to loosen up and embrace the way things were going to be on the island for me." I turned and smiled at her. "You? Uptight and nervous about having sex? The way you are nowadays, two years ago seems more like 50 years ago. You are a completely different person today than you were back then. You have sex with someone in the family, Lindsay, every single day." "Yeppers, I'm a little floozy now!" she giggled. "When was the last day you didn't have sex?" The 20-year-old shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno. Maybe two, three months ago? There is always someone for me. So would you like to watch that video of me and Trish from 2013, Jeremy? It's always good to relive our past." "Yes honey, I would. After breakfast." * * * 20 minutes later, I was perched at the control panel in the voyeur room with Lindsay leisurely sitting on my lap, the side of her face resting upon my shoulder, as I scanned the archived files for the video in question. Those 206 cameras and microphones hidden throughout the mansion and its property pumped live images and sounds into the 63 various monitors in front of me if their accompanying motion detector was activated. In many ways, the voyeurm room resembled a television production studio. I could turn feeds on or off, mute audio when I wanted, and switch what each monitor displayed with just a couple of keystrokes. -- Trish&Lindsay06072013-FR-Sofa.avi -- "Found it," I announced to my angelic wife. I clicked on the file and the images and sound from that memorable day immediately appeared on the big screen just in front of us. I had to do a double-take because Trish, who I now only knew as a beautiful, ravishing brunette, was actually a bodacious blonde in the video from two years ago. Sometimes, I had to remind myself that when I first met her, Trish was a blonde. She was beautiful either way, of course, but I had grown accustomed and attached to her in recent times as a brunette. Trish claimed she would never change her hair color again. "I look so dumb and scared!" Lindsay giggled, pointing at the monitor. "I was really nervous that day." "Yesterday was quite an eventful day," Trish said in the video, as she sat side-by-side on the sofa with Lindsay in the front room of the estate back on the island, halfway across the world. Trish ran a tender hand through Lindsay's free-flowing hair and ruffled it up a bit. "Are you having any regrets about what happened with me and Jeremy?" "I'm just really confused now, I think." Lindsay was clearly distraught in the film. Growing up in a religious household as the daughter of a minister, Lindsay surely never thought she would surrender her virginity to both a man and a woman in a three-some a mere four days after meeting them. "I don't regret what happened, I think, Trish... because I think you and Jeremy together were the best choices for me of anyone here. I just... I do not know. I just feel confused." "What are you feeling confused about?" "I don't know!" she fretted. "Maybe after what happened, am I attracted to girls more than I am guys?" She glanced downward and continued in a shy, humble tone, "I enjoyed being with you, Trish, as much as I did Jeremy. The way you touched me, and how your... your tongue felt, on my..." Her voice trailed off, but she soon picked up, "But then when Jeremy was inside of me, I felt..." "I bet you felt good," Trish finished the thought for her. "Yeah," she admitted. "Yeah, I did." She sighed deeply and kept silent for several seconds, perhaps lost in thought. "I just never thought it would be... that way." "Losing your virginity in a three-some?" "Yeah." "You're the one who instigated everything, honey." Lindsay pouted. "I know. I just thought it would be the best way to pay back Jeremy - do something for him - because he offered to wire that money to my mom back in Ohio." "Jeremy does not seem to be the type of guy who would expect anything like that from you in return," Trish said. "I think he sent your family that money, sweetie, simply because you told him what a bad situation they are in. Jeremy was not looking for any sexual favors in return." Lindsay was suddenly very pensive. "Am I a good kisser?" "What?" Trish retorted, caught off-guard. "Am I a good kisser?" she repeated. "My last boyfriend, Eddie, I went out with him for a long time but refused to have sex with him. We broke up because of it, and then he went around the school telling everyone that I am a horrible kisser." Clearly upset, Lindsay continued, "I just want to know if it's true or not. Please be honest with me." "This is so embarrassing..." Lindsay, whose face was red, told me in the present time as she sat upon my lap. "I cannot believe that is actually ME talking!" I patted her kneecap and continued to focus upon the monitor. "I think you are a great kisser, honey!" Trish stressed to the young and highly impressionable 18-year-old. "I could hug and kiss on you all day, and all night!" "Eddie really hurt my feelings when he said that and spread it throughout the whole school," Lindsay sniffed. "I just hope it isn't true." "Eddie was just trying to hurt you!" Trish shot back. "He was bad for you, anyway. He broke up with you simply because you did not want to have sex with him. That should tell you, honey, that he did not care about you one bit." "But what if it's true?" she screeched. "What if I really am a bad kisser? If I am, I doubt you would ever tell me so, Trish. Neither would Jeremy. Both of you are too nice." "That's nonsense," Trish insisted. "I got an idea, Lindsay. Why don't you kiss me now?" "What?" That question, on the other hand, caught Lindsay off-guard. It also seemed to frazzle her a bit. "Kiss me," Trish reiterated. "What? Now?" Lindsay returned, before holding back a laugh. "You want me to kiss you?" "If you weren't any good at it, baby, why would I ask you to do it?" Trish smiled and purred like a kitten, then added, "Besides, practice makes perfect. The more practice you get at kissing, honey, the better you will get at it. I do not think you need any improvement, but apparently you think you do. So why not you and I kiss each other for awhile?" "Trish, I don't..." Lindsay spoke, but her words were quickly cut off once her 30-year-old counterpart (and future wife-to-be) leaned forward and found her mouth with her own. Suddenly, Lindsay's inner defenses were temporarily down as Trish touched lips with her in a quick-hitting series of five, delicate exchanges. "You are NOT a bad kisser, Lindsay." "Trish!" she complained, snapping away from her and pulling back. "I can't believe you just did that!" "C'mon!" Trish insisted. "I know you liked it, too." "Well, I did, but..." Trish placed both hands upon Lindsay's shoulders and looked her square in the eyes. "Listen, honey. I have been around and seen many pretty girls in my lifetime - I'm a fair amount older than you - but never before have I seen a girl who is more utterly beautiful and attractive than you are." Lindsay's face turned beet-red and she momentarily glanced away in response, but Trish cupped her chin and brought their gazes back together. "I would LOVE to kiss you. I want to do other things with you too! C'mon, maybe I can show you a couple of things? Who knows? You may learn something and can apply it to your future relationships." Lindsay was confused. "What do you want to do?" Trish shrugged her shoulders. "Each other?" Lindsay appeared very squeamish and upset now. "Oh... I don't know! Should I really be getting involved with other girls like this?" "I could teach you." Trish shrugged her shoulders again. "I could show you. Trust me, it's really easy. You enjoyed yourself with Jeremy and me last night, correct?" Lindsay nodded her head as Trish ended, "C'mon, it will be fun." "Oh... I don't know." "What a whiny little priss I was," Lindsay told me with a smile, again in the current time, as she rustled about upon my lap. "I'm glad Trish persisted like she did." "We don't have to do anything too raunchy," Trish said, grasping Lindsay by the hand and then moving in for another soft, languid kiss. "You're kissing me back," Trish admonished her, smiling. "You're forcing me to!" Lindsay fretted. Their lips met again and proceeded to dance and glide together in a slow, blissful union. Very tender, and very timid, their series of kisses nevertheless caused my cock to pulse and spring to life within the confines of my shorts. Lindsay noticed, obviously, and quickly fished it out and began briskly stroking its length in the open air. I settled down even deeper into the chair and moaned pleasurably. After about 60 seconds of their loving exchange, Trish giggled and pulled back. "Why are you laughing?" Lindsay wondered. "Because I could do this all day," Trish responded. Lindsay took a deep breath and sighed, obviously shocked and appalled that she allowed herself to be put into such a position. She brought a hand to her mouth and closed her eyes as the realization began to sink in even more. "Look," Trish murmured, pointing at the goosebumps across the teenager's shoulders and arms. "You're already breaking out all over. Admit it, you're enjoying this." "I don't even know what to say!" "You don't have to say anything," Trish barely whispered. "Just, let me show you. I promise you'll like it." Lindsay offered no resistance whatsoever as Trish swooped in for another round of kisses, these a tad more intense and probing than the last two sets. She brought a hand to Lindsay's delicate neck and clutched it for a brief moment, then slid downward and began to cup and massage one of her smallish breasts through the colorful tank-top that she wore. Lindsay groaned and tilted the side of her face upon the sofa cushion as Trish slid one strap of the tank-top down her shoulder. She moved that hand into Lindsay's humble cleavage and rubbed there, then pulled back and gazed into her eyes. "I love you, Lindsay," Trish proclaimed for the first time. "I want to make you happy. I want you to be comfortable." Lindsay was anything but at the moment, now trembling and shaking like a leaf in the wind as Trish held her lips mere inches from her own. Trish snaked her tongue into her room-mate's mouth for a deep, far-reaching kiss, and the reaction she got was quite favorable. "Why haven't any of my boyfriends kissed me like that in the past?" Lindsay wondered once it was over. "Because they don't know how," Trish surmised, sliding the other strap of Lindsay's top down, before peeling it away and exposing her bra-clad breasts. Lindsay was still trembling as Trish moved downward and began to splay a series of gentle, angel-like kisses all across her neck and shoulders, and various parts of her bra. She slid one bra strap down, fully exposing Lindsay's left breast, and looked at her with deep, smoldering eyes. Trish cupped and muzzled that breast with her hand, saying, "You are so pretty, Lindsay. You could be a fashion model and make millions of dollars if you wanted." She continued to massage that bare breast, but focused her lips and tongue on the other one, with the bra cup still covering it. "It's okay," Trish assured Lindsay, now sliding the bra off and tossing it elsewhere. Lindsay made an involuntary move to cover and shield her breasts, but Trish nudged both arms away and again looked deep into her eyes, and her soul. "Settle down and relax, honey. Just relax." Lindsay took a deep, ragged breath, and nodded her head. Trish dropped down to her knees between Lindsay's outstretched legs and now squeezed and prodded each of her breasts with both hands. Lindsay then tossed her head back and sighed in pure arousal once Trish moved her mouth to one of those breasts and began to gently dine on its nipple. Lindsay reclined back further upon the sofa. "It's okay to enjoy this," Trish soothed her. "I want you to enjoy yourself." She went right back to the nipple and sucked on it as if she was an infant seeking nourishment. "Oh God..." Lindsay gently wailed out, after 15 seconds. "Let me take this off of you," Trish whispered, pulling the tank-top, which had been bunched at Lindsay's stomach, up and over her head. Now completely topless, Lindsay's gaze was intent and locked squarely onto her older _teacher_. Trish made a motion to unbutton Lindsay's little pair of faded denim shorts, but she jerked about and suddenly got cold feet in the process. "Relax," Trish insisted, her voice soft, as she moved away from the shorts and returned her focus to Lindsay's breasts. Lindsay seemed content and okay with the fact that Trish was basically making love to her breasts with her lips and tongue. This continued for another minute or so, then Trish moved down and unbuttoned the front of Lindsay's denim shorts. "You okay?" she wondered, and this time, Lindsay reluctantly nodded her head in approval. "Oh my God," Lindsay moaned, obviously unsure what to think, as Trish moved between her thighs and began to plant a series of loving kisses and nibbles upon the denim fabric that still covered it. She kissed each of her upper thighs, as well as her inner thighs, and then began to concentrate and focus on that little, 18-year-old mound, through the fabric. "I want to make you feel good," Trish reassured Lindsay, who for a moment seemed to waver on whether or not this should continue. Trish undid the zipper and reached inside for a luscious feel, but Lindsay began to squirm and writhe about in an uncomfortable fashion. "I don't know about this," she complained. "I'm just here to make you comfortable and at ease," Trish reiterated. "Trust me, you will enjoy this." "I'm REALLY nervous..." "It's okay to be nervous." With that, Trish nudged the shorts downward ever so slightly, then reached inside again and rubbed Lindsay's nether regions with an open palm. She again peppered all portions of her thighs with angel kisses. "Why don't you take your shorts off for me?" Lindsay seemed torn, with a pained expression upon her face, but she nevertheless complied and wiggled out of those denim shorts. Trish deftly slid them down her legs, past her knees and calves, to her ankles, then tossed the garment into what might as well been oblivion. Now, the only thing keeping Lindsay from being completely and gloriously nude in front of her future wife was a simple pair of bikini panties. "You've got to help me here," Trish told her, gauging her reaction. "If you don't want to do this, Lindsay, you have to tell me now." "I... I just don't know..." To help quell her anxieties, Trish moved upward and attached her lips to Lindsay's for another series of kisses. This time, the savory exchange of lips and tongues was much more needful and passionate than before. In fact, Lindsay seemed to be just as much into the act of kissing Trish as she was her. Trish straddled her knee and sat down, allowing herself to get lost in the delight of kisses. "Put your arms around me," Trish whispered at her. Lindsay proceeded to slip one hand around Trish's shoulder in a loose embrace, and placed her other hand upon her waistline. Dissatisfied with this, Trish then made Lindsay wrap both arms completely around her torso, and clutch her tightly, as the kiss continued. "I care about you, and I want you to relax and have fun on the island," Trish murmured, slipping her own arms around Lindsay's slender body and hugging her warmly. The pair of ladies continued to gently kiss and serenade each others' mouth as if they were already madly in love. Eventually, Trish trailed her lips down to Lindsay's neck and then her shoulders, and again splayed kisses across them. She returned to her breasts and slurped on each nipple for several seconds, before drifting even lower and nudging her lips and mouth upon Lindsay's panty-covered crotch. "Relax," Trish hushed her, again shifting focus and now lying down on the bed beside her girlfriend, and kissing her flush on the lips. "What's this?" Trish giggled, glancing downward, as Lindsay brought a hand to one of her breasts and stroked it through the light summer dress that she had on. "I like your body, Trish. Especially your breasts. They are so big! I wish mine were like yours..." With those words, Trish drove her tongue into Lindsay's mouth for another thorough, deep-rooted kiss. "Oh my God..." Lindsay moaned, as Trish slipped a hand back into her panties and began to lovingly frig and caress her pussy underneath its fabric. Soon, Trish again straddled Lindsay, but this time placed her knees on either side of her abdomen and sat there. She reached down and latched onto those little breasts with both hands, all the while offering her younger lover a reassuring smile. Trish again switched positions, sliding in between Lindsay's thighs and pressing their pelvises together as one, before going for another sordid, mouth-to-mouth kiss. She sat up one more time, and moved off to the side. Lindsay again sighed as Trish took the initiative by slipping both straps of her own dress down her shoulders. The dress, a colorful and attractive outfit with tropical flower designs scattered all over it, gave way to a purple bra. Trish sat up erect, then cupped and squeezed her own breasts in front of Lindsay, and then peeled the bra downward. She unhooked it in back and casually flipped it to the floor beside them. Trish then pushed her dress downward and raised both knees, one at a time, to step out of it. Now simply in a pair of panties herself - these ones purple like her bra - Trish moved a knee between Lindsay's outstretched thighs and erotically nudged her with it. Lindsay's lithe, slender frame actually began to buck and churn about in response to what the vastly experienced 30-year-old was doing to her. Elegant, beautiful, vibrant and full of her own kind of eternal sunshine, Trish was charming, understated and the quintessential _girl next door_. This was amazing for me to sit back and relax, and watch Trish seduce Lindsay during a very early stage of their relationship. Trish was also very reserved and subdued in this video; everything she did on this day, it seemed, was strictly for Lindsay. She was not worried or concerned with getting any satisfaction herself. Trish took hold of Lindsay's right hand and pulled it down between her very own thighs. "Play with yourself for me," she whispered and Lindsay, as if on cue, began to comply, openly massaging and stroking her sweet, little pussy through her panties. "Keep doing it... don't stop," Trish urged, yet again gliding upward and kissing her on the lips. With Lindsay now openly pleasuring herself, Trish laid down next to her on the large sofa and started doing the same thing. She reached underneath her panties and stroked her moist, little clitoris as this time, Lindsay now sought her lips out for a kiss. Lindsay found Trish's mouth and the two enjoyed another beautiful exchange. When their lips parted ways, Trish reclined back upon the sofa and began to focus on her masturbation. It seemed as if Lindsay wanted to one-up her, so to speak, as she began to move her hand faster and show much more emotion. "Make yourself cum," Trish whispered at her. Lindsay was much more comfortable and at ease, but I was fairly certain she was not ready to have a self-induced climax in front of someone else at this stage of her life yet. Trish must have sensed this, and like the expert little seductress she was showcasing herself to be, she again settled between Lindsay's thighs and pressed their pelvises together. "Hook your leg around my waist," Trish instructed her and when she did, Lindsay began to moan and grunt out in passion as Trish gently thrusted her hips as if she was a man mounting and penetrating her in the missionary position. "God, Trish!" Lindsay rumbled. "Does that feel good?" "Yes... yes, it does." Trish increased her speed and tempo, and the sofa began to rock back-and-forth and make noises as the simulated sex motion became much more heated. Even better, Lindsay had two ripe handfuls of Trish's overflowing breasts, and was not about to let them go as she eagerly cupped each luscious mound of flesh. Soon, Lindsay was losing herself in the sensations. She wrapped both legs around Trish's waistline and squeezed tight as the two rocked together on the very brink of erotic madness. The moans and yelps - just the pure sounds - coming from Lindsay's mouth were literal music to my ears. It was simply incredible to witness Trish mount Lindsay in this manner, and basically _dry hump_ her with both of their panties still on. I focused on Trish's athletic, beautiful body as it moved back-and-forth over top of Lindsay, rocking her world. When the two ladies held and clutched each other even tighter, their bodies gyrating and moving together as one, Lindsay let loose with her loudest cry yet and proclaimed, "Oh dear God, Trish... you're gonna make me cum!" Lindsay screeched and wailed out at the top of her lungs as her body literally exploded in a sea of lust and emotion, and went through the joyous progression of orgasm. Trish halted with the thrusting motion, then simply smothered Lindsay's mouth with her own for a deep, tongue-filled kiss... "I love you, Lindsay," Trish offered in the aftermath. "I love you too, Trish," she responded in kind, short of breath. "Oh God, thank you so much for what you just did." Lindsay's entire body was actually shaking! Giggling, Trish pulled away and looked down at her unexpected and new-found partner. "Did you enjoy yourself?" "No one has ever made me feel so good!" Lindsay whined, perhaps somewhat ashamed (but nonetheless accepting) of herself, and what had just happened. "How could you give me a bigger orgasm than any of the ones I had yesterday?" Trish was still giggling and snickering. "I didn't even go down on you!" And then, the video faded to black. The movie was over... I would be remiss if I did not mention in the current time, Lindsay was already on her knees in front of me here in the voyeur room and her mouth was stuffed full of my hard, raging cock. She had assumed this position about ten minutes ago - perhaps midway through the video - her sweet, moist lips wrapped tightly around my shaft. Lindsay clearly witnessed how aroused I had become while watching the monitor and, as a result, decided to take matters into her own hands. Her pretty blue eyes were trained on my face, her blonde head bobbing up-and-down as if her very life depended on it. Lindsay had definitely learned over the previous two years how to be a spirited and ferocious little cocksucker. I was nearly blown out of my mind, my universe just turned upside down, as Lindsay promptly brought me to ultimate climax with her wondrous mouth and those little, stroking hands of hers. Lindsay was looking up at me, smiling the whole time, as she prepared for her frothy reward. And then it came. With a loud, animalistic grunt, I let go with a stream of semen that flopped across the middle of Lindsay's face, to her chin, across her lips and nose, and to her forehead. I grasped my cock and moved it about slightly, sending the next squirt onto Lindsay's upper lip and splashing from her right cheek to her right eyelid. The ensuing laser beam got her on the left cheek and left eyelid, followed by two more thick bursts onto her nose, and a few, lesser subsiding blasts directly across her white, glistening teeth. "Wow!" Lindsay gushed, awestruck. "I feel like somebody dropped a milkshake on me!" Lindsay then giggled, as absolute gobs of sperm just dangled and trickled down from all portions of her darling face in a truly obscene, nasty manner. I again reclined back in the chair and growled in utter satisfaction. At the same time, however, I noticed that one of the live monitors here in the voyeur room was active and registering some activity. The feed would only show if the motion detectors that went along with the hidden cameras and microphones were triggered. I quickly became concerned, though, at the image of Trish openly sobbing and weeping on the edge of our bed, with Kristanna, Devon, Pamela, Amy and Scarlett huddled around her in a support formation. Then, I realized that many of them were crying as well. Lindsay must have saw the look of concern flash across my face, because she quickly sat up and stared at the monitor as well. The audio was not turned on, but it was readily apparent that something was horribly wrong with Trish. Lindsay glanced at me for a split-second with an expression full of trepidation and fright, then sprang upward and darted out of the voyeur room as if she was shot out of a cannon. I pulled my shorts up and went right after her. "TRISH?" Lindsay howled once we entered the bedroom, where Trish - Lindsay's wife (as well as mine, obviously) - was seated on the edge of the mattress, looking more upset and distraught than I had ever seen her before. Her face was just covered in a sheet of heavy, thick tears, and her wireless telephone was laying on the floor beside her, as if it had been dropped there. Again, I could sense that something was horribly wrong. Pamela was now in a nearby chair, holding and comforting our daughter Piper, who was crying uncontrollably, in her arms. "Baby, what's wrong?" Lindsay demanded, running over to Trish and sliding on her knees, stopping just short of her. Lindsay glared up at Trish, who just continued to bawl her eyes out, and began to get emotional herself. "Baby, TELL ME what is wrong!" she pleaded with her. "I... I..." Trish could barely speak. "I... I got a call from my... my mom. She s-said my d-dad was coming home from wo-wo-work, but he got in-into a... a... a... horrible... c-c-c-car... acc-acc-acc-acci-acci...dent." Kristanna clutched Amy close to her and both of them quickly sat down together on the corner sofa. "M-Mom said Dad... Daddy... he... he... he... d-d-d-died at the h-hospital." Lindsay screeched out in absolute horror at the top of her lungs like a wild banshee, and literally hit the ceiling. She brought both hands to her mouth and tried to cover it, but they were trembling far too much. Having unexpectedly lost her own father on November 4, 2012, all of the heartache and pain that Lindsay experienced on that day must have come rushing back all at once, and hit her like a tidal wave. Trish's father was dead? He died as a result of injuries stemming from an automobile accident? John? The same John who had always been nice and cordial, and very friendly, toward me? It took a few seconds for me to actually process that. "I'm so sorry, baby!" Lindsay whined, her hands now on Trish's shoulders. "OH GOD, I'M SO SORRY!" Lindsay lowered her gaze, then lost it. She just lost it. She fell over onto her side and clutched at her chest in both physical and mental discomfort. She could not handle this right now. I quickly glanced at all of the other ladies in the room as well. Obviously, they had learned of this horrific news when Trish did. Amy was a total wreck and clutching at her six month baby bump as if she was in dire, extreme pain. Kristanna was trying to console and comfort her, but it was obvious that in addition to Trish and her feelings of suddenly losing her father, Kristanna was gravely concerned for Amy and our unborn child. "I'm going to call the life squad for Amy," Kristanna cried, passing her off to Scarlett and then using Trish's telephone to dial emergency services. "I m-miss my dad already!" Trish sobbed. "He just texted me two days ago, and s-s-s-said he wanted to re-re-re-remind me, of how much he l-l-l-l-loves me! He wa-wa-was l-looking forward to c-coming here on v-vacation in September..." Trish was my wife, and I loved her. I could not fight it, nor did I want to - I was crying as well. The dam had burst. But Trish needed help. She needed support in the worst way possible. But what about Amy, and our baby? Could Amy become so upset and emotionally ruined at the news of John's sudden and tragic death that she could actually lose our baby? Who should I be with first? Who needed my first hug? Was it my wife Trish, who just lost her father? Or was it my wife Amy, who was so upset that Kristanna clearly sensed she may have a miscarriage unless medical help arrived quickly? Trish loved her father so much, while finally becoming pregnant and carrying this baby was the greatest thing that ever happened to Amy. What should I do? Who should I go to first? Unable to handle any of this at the current moment myself, I simply fell down to my knees in a weak, listless heap... <<<- End of Chapter 03 ->>> ==---- -- -- -- - --- -- -- - - --- -- -- --- - -- - - - - --- -- ----== "Island Fever 4: Paradise (c) 2015 JeremyDCP - JeremyDCP@hotmail.com Feedback is always appreciated!