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Island Fever 4: Paradise
Written by: JeremyDCP@hotmail.com

M/F, F/F and a whole lot more
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Chapter 03: "Recollections"
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              -*-  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...


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