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From: starwalkin@aol.com (Starwalkin)
Subject: Belize (mf,bi)

STANDARD DISCLAIMER:  The following story contains scenes of explicit sex
between consenting adults.  If you are a minor, 18-21, please do not
continue.  All you older folk are welcome to enjoy.



Belize..........by Starwalkin



	Finally, after two days on the island, I was beginning to unwind
and leave the tension of my working world behind.  Monica and I were on a
well deserved and long overdue vacation.  Two days of travel from home
just to get to this small piece of paradise, and then two days of diving
to melt away the outside world.  We were staying on a small atoll on the
outer part of the barrier reef that guards the coast of Belize.  A tiny
island, just sand and palms, an interior lagoon, an airstrip to get there
from the mainland and the cottages of the dive operation.   It was our
second trip to this hideaway, our first years before, and we had
intentionally booked in the best cottage.  At the far end of the island,
well away from all the others, our rooms offered peace and quiet, and
incredible comfort.  

	Our fellow divers were the usual mix of Americans and Europeans,
mostly young couples, full of enthusiasm and energy.  Monica and I were
the old souls although we both were just into our forties.  Only one other
couple was our age, Lisa and Robert, who were from Atlanta.  Monica and I
are both from the West  and the pleasant slower southern speech of the
couple was delightful.  By the third day on the island, we had became good
friends, taking our meals at the same table and helping close the bar at
night.  And after three days of sun and exercise I felt the juices
stirring in my groin as I watched the women sitting across from me. 
Monica and Lisa had hit it off immediately and they were constantly
laughing and giggling over the slightest things.  Robert was much more
reserved, but always pleasant, just quiet and introverted.  Much like me. 
We had been sitting in the moonlight on the small pier off the restaurant
for the past few hours.  Just quiet talk...nothing of consequence, kids,
schools, their home town and ours, the usual talk between strangers
becoming friends.  I wasn't really listening, just watching the women,
both in their own way very beautiful.  Monica is tall and slim.  Her legs
seem to make up half her body, and they were stretched out and gently
touching Lisa’s feet.  Monica’s  breasts, I think, are exquisite, small
with large nipples, and her belly was beginning to swell as she grew
older.  No longer lean and taut, she was softer and fuller, a change I
found to my liking.  Lisa is much shorter than Monica, but more curvy. 
Her bosom was far more ample, with a sag that spoke of maturity and
children at home.  Even in the warm humid air of the night, her nipples
pressed out against her thin blouse.  Every time I looked at her my mouth
watered just a bit.  She didn't seem to mind the occasional pressure from
Monica's calf as it lightly touched her own.  Robert was my same age, late
forty something, and like me had worked too hard, exercised too little and
eaten too well.  We both were showing that ridiculous paunch of middle
age.  He too seemed lost in thought, watching the women talk, saying
little.  The two days had done wonders for his appearance, much more
relaxed than when we had all flown out to the island together in the same
small twin engine.  Only months before, Monica had introduced me to joys
of bisexuality, and now in addition to watching the women , I found myself
looking at Robert, not just as another man, but also as a possible sexual
partner.  He gave no indication of interests in that direction so the
thought left as quickly as it came to me.

	The beach was deserted, bathed in enough moonlight to see clearly
in the night, only the sound of the waves rippling up on the sand.  Our
friends had long since slipped away to their cabin down the beach .  I
spread a blanket out on the sand, and slipped out of my shorts and shirt. 
The slightest of breezes raised goosebumps all over my body.  Standing
naked in the darkness does that to me.  My penis was slowing hardening.  A
sound behind me, and I can see Monica walking across the beach toward me,
tall and nude, her hair cascading down her chest hiding her breasts.  Her
perfume reaches me first, startling in the quiet of the night, it both
intrudes and excites.  Neither of us say a word, we are both hungry and
aroused.  We embrace and kiss, not gently, rubbing our hands and arms
around each other, she is biting my lip and then my nipples.  I drop to my
knees and lick her pubic hair, the inside of her thighs, and then I thrust
my tongue deep into her sex.  She is very wet, very ready.  My cock is
aching, and I know if I even touch it I will come immediately.  Gripping
the firm nubbin of her clitoris with my lips, I can feel the shocks of
Monica's first orgasm.  She drops to her knees gasping.  "Now" is all she
can mutter.  I crouch behind her, and slide into her easily, reaching
forward grasping her dangling breasts, holding them like reins as I begin
to fuck her.  I am shocked I can hold off cumming.  My  cock is so hard it
seems to stave off the impending orgasm.  I know my love will appreciate
the extra time.  Monica is coming again, not just her little moans and
groans, but the sudden fire within her cunt tells me of her pleasure.  I
release, spewing madly into her, collapsing onto her back as she falls
face down into the blanket.  Our bodies are soaked in sweat, mingling that
scent with sharp smell of my semen and her lovely perfume.  Rolling off my
beautiful wife, I am panting, trying to regain my breath.  God she is good
as this and my god she can turn me on.  After a while, Monica gets up to
go to the cabin, leaving me to savor the moment and relax.  Soon she is
back with a cigarette and glass of wine to split.

"I had a good time tonight...they are good company.  We're lucky they are
out here the same time we are, everyone else is so much younger."  And "by
the way," she adds, "I saw you looking at Lisa."  This last comes with a
giggle.  "You wouldn't know what to do with boobs that big.  Each of hers
are bigger than both of mine together."  I murmur back to her. "It would
be a joy learning. And besides, I saw you two were  playing footsie  while
we were talking.  Are you thinking about approaching her for a little
recreation of your own?"

"I wouldn't mind sleeping with her." Monica is silent for a bit, then
adds. "You know it's been quite a awhile since I have had a woman as a
lover. Carol and I have been on again off again lovers for years, but it
seems like ages since I have enjoyed myself with a woman."

"What do you think of Robert?"  I am startled by her question.  I had been
lost in the beautiful image of Monica and Lisa wrapped in each others
arms.  "What do think of Robert?" she repeats.

"As a friend or as a lover? I answer.

"Why not both?  Last month you and Michael hit it off after the dinner
party at our house."  I didn't need reminding of that night.  It had been
unexpected and exquisite.  My first taste, pardon the pun, of male sex.  I
had enjoyed it immensely, but still had not followed it up with more. 
Michael was away on company business, and I had been eagerly awaiting his
return.  I look over at Mon and she had a big grin on her face.  She is
serious about pursuing our new friends.

"Let's see if it develops into something.  We have another four days
before we head for home, and I've already been talking with Lisa.. about
us."

"What about us?" I almost shout it. Concerned, the thought of my private
life being public with another couple shocks me.  I am still not used to
idea of being open about my bisexuality.

"Well...Honey, I told them about us, I told Lisa anyway, and she has
probably talked with Robert. I don't think you have to worry any, they
seem to be pretty mature about everything.  And Lisa and I are planning a
beach walk to the other side of the island tomorrow afternoon.  Just us. 
You two can do whatever.  But we are planning a little private fun of our
own."

Monica is laughing.  She knows how uptight I can get over just about
anything.  "Just enjoy yourself, hon, If you want to try something with
Robert go ahead, if not that's fine too."  I should have know that she had
already worked this through and made the plans.  When it came to sex,
Monica is always bolder than I am, more adventuresome.   But so far every
path she has lead me down has been a joyful wonderful trip.

The following day, after the morning dives, I am sitting out on the beach
soaking up sun and dozing in the warmth.  The girls are long gone on their
adventure and part of me, the voyeur part, wants to sneak along after and
watch them together.  I hear a sound behind me and Robert is walking
through the sand toward me, two beers in his hands.  Like me, its just
swim trunks and sunglasses.  Sitting down in the sand beside me, Robert
hands me a beer.  "It looks like the girls have become great friends." He
says.  I agree, and then sit in silence a little awkward.  Wondering if
Lisa had told him that I was bi.

After a long time, just sitting there, staring at the water, Robert says
"Lisa told me that you like both men and women.  Sexually like them I
mean."  Well its all in the open, but the fear of talking about it seems
to evaporate from me.

"Yeah, it's actually a new thing, something I tried for myself just a
month ago.  I turned out I liked it.  I had always wondered about men...
about, you know, fucking and sucking  with men.  And Monica set me up with
a friend of hers, a guy she works with, and I enjoyed it.  Enjoyed it a
lot.  And to tell you the truth the scamp enjoyed watching me go down her
friend.  It really was a turn on for her.  She wants to try a sexual free
for all with him and me sometime soon."

Robert seemed to mull this over, then looked at me for the first time. "
I've often wondered myself. Here I am almost fifty, a great wife, good
sex, not often as when we first were married but good. But have always
wondered what gay men see in each other.  Is it just as satisfying as
regular fucking?"

"Well the girls are away for the afternoon, and its cool and dark in the
cottage....."  I just let that last trail away.  Letting him think about
it.  My cock is stirring in my trunks.  Robert is looking very good to me
right now.  I reach over, run my hand down his ample stomach and touch his
leg.  He jumps from the contact, then relaxes, taking my hand in his own
and moving it over the bulge in his suit.  His penis stirs beneath my
hand, and he closes his eyes, just barely breathing.  His cock is growing,
as is my own as I gently rub him through the cloth.

Finally, I get up and walk into the cottage.  My heart is really pounding,
and I am not nearly as cool with this as I would like Robert to believe. 
After all I have only really made it with one guy for one brief encounter
before now.  Entering the cabin, I'm washed by the rush of coolness.  My
skin is tingling all over again.  Robert walks in behind me and closes the
door.  For an eternity it seems, we both just stand there looking at each,
saying nothing.  Then he bends and slips out of his suit, in the pale
light his cock stands out firm from his hairy belly.  Bigger than mine,
bigger even than Michael’s.  I wonder how I will cram that lovely flesh
into my mouth.  I kick off my suit and walk over to the bed, still rumpled
from the night before.  Robert follows behind, and I can hear his
breathing, ragged and irregular.  He is just as nervous and excited as I
am!  The thought calms me, makes me bold. I lay down on the bed, head to
the foot, my head hanging slightly over the end.  "Bring me your cock" I
tell him.  Robert stands over me, then lowers his hanging penis to my
mouth.  I reach up, pull the head into my mouth and begin to swirl the tip
with my tongue.  He grunts and then lets more of his sex slide into my
mouth.  It’s big, but I find I have no trouble taking him in.  Slowly I
glide up and down his cock, feeling the knobby veins on the side of the
shaft, inhaling the pungent odor from his groin.  His balls rest on my
forehead.  I reach around and caress his thighs, moving my hands up and
gripping his buttocks, kneading the flesh.  I can feel his body quivering.
 Robert pulls free of my sucking, and slides onto the bed, down toward my
own cock.  I shiver just a little anticipating his mouth.  He will be my
first male cocksucker.  Michael had let me worship his cock but had not
returned the favor.  Robert is hovering over my sex, tentative, and then
finally I feel the wetness of his mouth close over me.  Instantly I grow
harder, bigger, as he licks and sucks me tenderly, lovingly.  His own cock
lies across my chest as he moves in closer, clinging with his arms to my
body.  I reach around him and draw his hips closer, slipping his lovely
flesh back across my lips, kissing the head, then the glistening shaft,
then finally talking one of his balls into my mouth.  The aroma is
overpowering.  I can feel our combined orgasm building up, so I return to
his lovely cock  and soon I pour into his gulping, hungry mouth, and he in
turn fills my mouth  with white warm semen.  It pours out around my lips,
and down my neck.  As his cock softens, it slips away from me and rests on
my cheek, the last bit of cum oozing into my beard and mustache.  His warm
mouth still encases my own penis.  Lifting my head, I can see his eyes are
closed as he too savors this initimate moment.  Lying back, my arm still
around his hip, I drift away.  Just the sound of the ceiling fan, clicking
away above us. 

I don’t know how long we slept, face to cock, arms wrapped around each
other.  A soft kiss on my cheek awoke me, and I was starring into Monica’s
beautiful face.  "You two seemed to have gotten to know each other a
little better." A giggle behind me, and I know Lisa is there as well.  "We
have missed the show, Monica." She sighs.  Lipstick smears above Monica’s
left breast tell me that my lovely wife seems to have had a little fun of
her own with Lisa.   Robert finally awoke with a start, bits a semen fleck
his lips.  He is silent pondering as the three of us stare at him, all of
us grinning.  Lisa breaks the silence "It’s all right Lover, you always
have wanted to do this, and we have another four days and nights to
explore the possibilities.  Besides, I want to do a little exploring of my
own with Monica."

After they leave to clean up for dinner, Monica and I lay down and held
each other in a warm comforting hug.  "Lisa must have been good.  You have
a very smug smile on your face."  Monica just nods in agreement. My mind
is thinking over what Lisa had just said.  About the possibilities. 
Thinking about just how that wonderful cock of Robert’s will fit in my
virgin ass.  

Monica can feel my cock stirring against her leg.  She looks up and asks
me "Now just what are you thinking about old man? You have a smug look of
your own."

"Fucking" I reply.

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