Hawaii Heat

Her pussy lips were swollen and Jack was surprised by how engorged her clitoris had become, even without digital penetration. He moved the crotch of her panties aside and pushed two fingers into her, two knuckles deep. He began to finger-fuck her hard and fast. The heat descending from her belly ignited in her crotch and she began to cum. The pressure of her orgasm caused milk to spurt from her nipples and Jack felt the wetness on his chest through her bra and thin silk crop top. Her hips jerked spasmodically and Jack's fingers dug into her neck as he held her firmly to maintain his tongue in her mouth, stifling her mewling as she came.

This was too much for the barman and he spurted his jism into his shorts.

* * *

The couple seated a few stools over watched, seeing only the energetic kissing. The girl tugged at the halter strap of her bikini, whispering to her husband, "Why don't you kiss me like that?"

"Because we'd have some pervert watching us, like that barman," said the man.

"It would be worth it if you could get me as hot as that," the girl breathed. "Being watched would make it more exciting. I think that girl just came."

"You're kidding," said the man, disbelieving.

* * *

Sarah felt limp, as though every bone in her body had turned to water. She remained draped over Jack, breathing heavily for a long moment as she wound down from the high of her orgasm.

"We've got to get you fitter," Jack whispered in her ear. "You shouldn't get out of breath so easily."

"You bastard!" said Sarah, still drawing air into her lungs in great gulps. "I came so hard!"

Her breasts pressed tightly against Jack with each inhalation. "I just want to lie down now."

Sarah slowly unwound herself from Jack and leaned back on her barstool, against the bar. Her silk crop top clung to her and clearly outlined her bra. Her wetness had leaked through her panties to create a damp patch on her short slit skirt. She was damp all over, with milk, sweat and sexual fluids. She put a finger insider her silk-festooned metal choker.

"I'm going to have to change out of this bra and panties," whispered Sarah. "Such a shame, they make me feel really sexy."

"I'll send something just as sexy to your suite," said Jack. "Change into it - I'm sure Tim will love to see his Valentine in it. And so will I."

* * *

When Sarah got back to her room, there was another parcel on the bed. It had a Melissa Odabash brand label with a sticker that read that said "Swimsuit: Bikini. Model: Orgasmic swim". She tore it open - it was a blue bikini with long ties. She held it up to the mirror - it was an iridescent blue that matched her eyes. The fabric was a cunning mesh that looked like lizard-skin and shimmered in the light.

The bra had ties at the back-strap and at the halter neck; the panties had ties at both hips. There tiny protrusions of rubber on the insides of the cups of the bra and in the crotch of the panties. She ran her fingers over them and found them to be incredibly soft, but she had no idea what they were. Sarah held the tiny fragments of fabric in her hands, aware that it was a top of the line swimsuit, costing hundreds. She stripped and donned the bikini. She found that it was very edgy - the bra just about covered her aureoles and the underswells of her breasts. The panties rose just high enough to cover her pussy, and left her ass cheeks bare. Just as she was inspecting herself in the mirror, Tim returned, tired and hot from his round of golf.

"Wow!" he said. "Look at you! You're all set for the pool! Let's go and soak in the Jacuzzi, that's all I could think about the last few holes on the golf course."

"Great idea," said Sarah. "I'm ready to show off my new bikini!"

They walked down to the oceanfront swimming pool. As she walked, Sarah felt suit fit her like a second skin - even though it barely covered her, it moved with her body and she soon became confident that it would never malfunction. The super supple rubber on the suit's interior rubbed on her sensitive nipples, her pussy lips and her clit. The design worked with her body movement, creating a gentle, sexual buzz. It was very subtle, just enough to get her attention, but not enough to stimulate her. She ran her hands down her sides as they approached pool deck and the buzz made the pool seem particularly inviting. She was an excellent swimmer, unlike Tim, whose skills in water were just bit above the dog paddle.

"I'm going for a quick swim," she said.

"But Sarah!" cried Tim. "The Jacuzzi!"

"Go on in and take the two-seater by in that arbor by the ocean," she said, pointing. "I'll just do a couple of quick laps and join you."

"OK," he said unhappily.

Sarah leaned over to untie the thongs on her Miu Miu platform heels, aware of the many male eyes appreciating her lissome motion. She did not see Jack at the poolside bar, but he was watching her intently. She walked over to the lap lanes and went in with a shallow racing dive. The bikini held its place on her body perfectly. She felt it helped her glide through the water as she began a steady freestyle.

The lap pool was a full fifty meters and Sarah used the first lap to warm up. By the time she was halfway across, she was aware that the mild sexual buzz created by the suit while walking was much more intense with swimming. The soft rubber on the insides of the suit abraded her nipples, her pussy lips and especially her clit, in a manner that mimicked a lover's lips. The effect was so pleasurable that she sighed each time she took a breath. She reached the far wall in about seventy seconds and turned to complete the lap. She came back at a faster pace and became aware that the stimulation of the suit grew with her speed. The faster she stroked, the faster the soft rubber abraded her most sensitive regions and more excited she got.

She swam the second lap much faster and was rewarded with rising sexual excitement. It was like masturbation, but so much more pleasurable! She could not possibly have stimulated her breasts and her pussy all together like this on her own. The pleasure centers of her brain urged her on and she couldn't stop. She was no longer in any doubt - "Orgasmic swim" was not just a name, it was a description. She swam the third lap even faster. Each time she came up for air on this lap, she let out a half-gasp, half-squeal, her sexual tension rising. She wanted it, oh, how she wanted it! She turned for her fourth lap, and went out at race pace, raising gouts of water with her arms and legs. The stimulation of her nipples drew a steady stream of lactation and her sexual fluids were flowing copiously out of her pussy. She left a faint milky trail behind her in the blue water of pool.

She was in the middle of the pool on that fourth racing lap when the stimulation crescendoed and she began to cum. She stopped, gave a final wheezing cry and stopped swimming as she was engulfed by the waves of her orgasm. She had the presence of mind to take a deep breath before she disappeared below the surface. She sank toward the bottom, her body contorting as she was wracked by wave after wave of orgasmic contractions. The asphyxiatory sensation of being deep underwater gave an added edge to her climaxes. The more her thighs threshed, the more she stimulated her pussy and prolonged her frenzied carnal rapture.

It was only when her shoulder hit the bottom of the pool that she realized that the danger of drowning was very real. She forced herself to still her arms and legs, stopping the suit's stimulation. Then she drifted toward the surface.

She was only yards away and in plain sight of almost hundred people around the pool. But her masturbatory antics were very private, concealed underwater. Only two men saw anything out of the ordinary - the lifeguard, who started down from his high chair as soon as Sarah disappeared below the surface and Jack, who watched with a smile on his face. By the time the lifeguard got to the pool edge, Sarah had resurfaced, puffing and spluttering, but treading water easily.

'You OK, miss?" called the lifeguard.

Sarah just waved and flipped over, coming to the poolside with a slow backstroke. Jack was at the pool edge when she hauled herself out. He stood by her wordlessly as she sat, dangling her legs in the water.

"How do you like the suit?" he asked.

"You bastard!" she said. "You knew what would happen! I almost drowned."

"I know a girl on the U.S. swim team who swears by this bikini," said Jack. "The faster you swim, the more the suit stimulates you. I knew from my research that you were on your high school swim team."

"I came so many times! But I'm still so turned on!"

"That's the beauty of the suit - it's so gentle and subtle that it keeps you wanting more. Tim is waiting for you in the Jacuzzi. The secluded one you pointed to."

"Just stay out of our marriage, Mr. Grierson!" she snapped, ignoring the helping hand he offered as she pulled herself up to stand up. She picked up her Miu Mius and walked away toward the Jacuzzi, aware of the continuing and insistent sexual stimulation of her bikini. Jack watched her retreating back, admiring her perfect swimmer's musculature - straight spine, well-defined lats, tapered V-shape and rounded gluts that rolled pleasingly as she walked. The bikini blatantly accentuated her normally muted sex appeal. Every male within eyeshot followed her covertly or overtly. Every female partner looked envious and some poked their mates to get their attention. A slow smile reappeared on Jack's face.

* * *

The Jacuzzi was on a shaded patio overlooking the ocean, partly screened by an ivy-covered trellis. Jack waited for Sarah to get into the tub and settle in before walking up to it. He drained his beer as he approached and set down the empty on a poolside table. Tim and Sarah were cuddling in the warm water, facing the ocean with their backs to him.

"What did you think of Sarah's new bikini, Tim?" asked Jack, leaning on the fiberglass rim of the Jacuzzi.

Both of their heads snapped around, but with contrasting expressions. Tim looked pleased, while Sarah's expression was the opposite, made of equal parts of anger and dismay.

"It fits her perfectly and makes her look so attractive, Mr. Grierson! Just like the bra and panties you gave her!"

"That Jacuzzi looks really inviting," Jack returned, nodding. "Would you two kids mind if I joined you?"

"There's no room," said Sarah quickly, trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. "It's designed for two and ..."

"There seems to be room for one more to squeeze in," said Jack, cutting her off so smoothly that he didn't sound impolite. He spread his hands palms outward in a gesture of helplessness. "I don't mean to intrude, but it's evening on Valentine's Day, the Hawaiian sun is setting on one of the most romantic vistas in the world and I would like to be with friends."

"Well, you are intruding, Mr. Grierson - " began Sarah, but Tim interrupted her this time, with less finesse than Jack.

"Oh, it must be terrible for you, missing Mrs. Grierson at this special time," he said. "It will be a tight squeeze, but we'd love to have you join us and watch the sunset."

"Thank you, Tim," said Jack simply. "You're a good friend."

Sarah moved closer to Tim with bad grace, her expression poisonous. Jack knew that her every movement caused the bikini to stoke her erogenous zones. As she shifted her butt on the Jacuzzi seat, he saw the effect in her eyes.

The Jacuzzi had only two seats molded into the fiberglass. When Jack slid in, he and Tim each occupied one, while Sarah was perched on the rather uncomfortable ridge between the seats. With a natural move born of long practice, Jack put his hands on Sarah's waist and moved her on to his lap, splaying her legs over his thighs.

"What - "she began.

"There!" Jack said, cutting her off again so smoothly that it was as if she had not spoken. "Now we're all comfortable."

He turned the Jacuzzi jets on high as he spoke and the rumble covered Sarah's gasp as Jack's rampant erection pushed between her ass cheeks, only nominally sheathed within his swim trunks.

"Thanks, Mr. Grierson, the jets feel good!" said Tim. "Great idea to increase them to high."

Sarah found her seat unstable as Jack moved under her. It made her own body move, accentuating the effect of her bikini's rubber stimulators. At first, she thought that this was Jack's main intention, but she soon realized her mistake. For when he settled down, she felt his manhood against the thin fabric of her bikini panties, unconstrained by his swim trunks. He had managed to slide the trunks down to his ankles where they were concealed in the mass of rushing bubbles from the Jacuzzi jets.

Jack's hands were on her waist again and he lifted her slightly, adjusting his seat. When she got her seat again, he had insinuated his naked erection between her legs. Now she found her vulva astride his manhood, with only the thin fabric of her bikini panties and the supple rubber stimulators between them. She had felt his maleness on the dance floor, but this was so much closer, so much more real. As Jack slowly slid her forward, she rode his shaft with her vulva thinking, "It's true, he's really hung like a horse!"

The rubber stimulators on her clit and pussy lips worked her erogeneity, making it hard for her to think. She was already sexually aroused getting into the Jacuzzi with Tim, and Jack was stoking it with an adeptness she had never known before. She was surprised by Jack's harsh whisper in her ear, "The sun's almost down, talk to Tim!"

She looked up and saw that Jack was right. The golden disc was already halfway below the horizon. It lit up the ocean with fiery reds and oranges that mixed in with the blue and white of the water and waves.

"Gosh, Tim!" she cried loudly to be heard over the rumble of the Jacuzzi. "Look at the gorgeous sunset!" Her sexual excitement drove her voice up an octave.

"Wow!" Tim responded, following her gaze.

She tried to stand, to get away from the distracting contact with Jack's enormous member, but he held her fast, his hands on her waist, below the waterline of wild bubbles.

"Let me go!" she hissed over her shoulder as Tim continued to gaze at the sinking sun.

"Lean over and hold Tim's hand," Jack responded. "Keep him occupied."

Sarah wanted to refuse, but even in her fog of sexual arousal, she was keenly aware of all the evidence Jack had of her affair with Marc Benedorm. So she put an arm around Tim's neck and let her left breast squeeze against his shoulder. Tim put a hand on her hand and interlaced fingers. Sarah kissed his cheek.

The three of them watched the sun slip into the ocean. Enveloped in Sarah's arm, cuddled by her firm breast, Tim was content and happy to watch the fading twilight.

Jack worked assiduously with the setting sun, moving Sarah's vulva up and down his shaft, slowly and patiently building sexual tension. The tropical twilight was very short and in the darkening dusk, Jack untied first one and then the second hip tie of Sarah's bikini panties. She wiggled her bottom to try and stop him stripping off her panties, but this only increased the contact with his huge member without impeding him. Then to her horror, she saw her bikini panties float to the surface. However, in the maelstrom of Jacuzzi bubbles, Tim did not notice the blue wisp of fabric, even though it floated right by his chest a few times.

Jack slowly slid her forward again, but this time her vulva was bare, pressed against the steel hardness of his erection by her own body weight. She tightened her hold on Tim neck and he squeezed her hand, smiling at her. She leaned toward him to keep his attention away from Jack. It was not difficult, for Tim only had eyes for her.

"You look really turned on!" he said loudly, over the rumble of the Jacuzzi motor.

She smiled at him and replied, "I'm with my Valentine!" in a similar loud tone.

Jack felt her vulva ride over his cockhead and pushed it into her without further ado. He was surprised by how tight, warm and wet she was. Even though she was a new mother, her pussy was as tight as an 18-year-old virgin and stripped back his foreskin easily.

His enormous cockhead forced its way into her pussy, propelled by her body weight and his arching back. She was expecting Jack to be big, but the reality of his penetration was much more intense than anything she could have imagined. His girth split her pussy lips wide apart. Once he was inside her, she could feel the heavy throb of his heartbeat pumping hot blood through his engorged member. She felt like he had inserted a hot bar of metal into her.

She felt the hoarse exclamation rising in her throat and knew that she had to distract Tim or there was no way he would mistake what was happening. She grabbed her husband's head with both arms and kissed him aggressively, driving her tongue into his mouth. Simultaneously she gave vent to the stifled cry brought forth by Jack's initial invasion.

"OMIGOD!!" she cried out, but it came out sounding, "UHMPHPHFFF!!"

Tim's eyes closed with Sarah's kiss. Her breasts were tight against him, her nipples still roused by the rubber stimulators in her bikini bra. Tim's cock was harder than he could remember.

"This is so exciting to have Mr. Grierson watch Sarah and me make out!" he thought. "We're showing him what a sexy couple we are!"

With Sarah using her mouth and tongue and breasts on him in the foaming water, Tim was in heaven. He had no idea that Jack's huge cock was already in his wife's pussy.

Now that he was in her, Jack pulled Sarah back into his lap with one smooth motion. The movement drove his dick all the way in, pushing past her cervix and distending the tender tissue of her fornix. She had never been so filled or penetrated so deeply.

"UHHHPHPHFFFF!!" she expostulated, with the shock of becoming so thoroughly impaled.

She felt a shortness of breath and was forced to break off her lips from Tim's to inhale. Saliva drooled out of her mouth on to Tim's face, and her nose ran with clear fluid.

"Oh, Tim! Oh, Tim!" she gasped. Tim put his arms around her and she twisted her torso wildly, driving him crazy with the tight contact with her magnificent breasts. "Suck my tits, Tim!"

Tim needed no second invitation. He pulled down the cups of her bikini bra and went to work, sucking on the thick, meaty nipples, tasting her rich creamy mother's milk for the first time. With Tim's tongue working on her breast, she was free to give voice to her passion.

Jack began to fuck Sarah slowly at first. Her firm, round buttocks felt so good in his lap. His hands found their way to tease her clit underwater. She was already so aroused, that this was all it took to send her over the edge. She came, threshing her thighs around his in their odd reverse cowboy position.

"OMIGOD! OMIGOD!! OH, TIM, YOU'RE DRIVING ME WILD!!"

Tim was rocked around as her torso thrashed wildly. It was all he could do to keep her nipple in his mouth while kneading her other breast with his hand. He was aware she was cumming and with his eyes closed, he thought it was his tongue on her breast that was doing it. Her climaxes touched off his own response and he spurted his load into his trunks. It was the heaviest ejaculation he could remember having and it left him light headed.

Sarah kept his head tightly pillowed between her breasts, acutely aware of Jack's steel hard dick still deeply buried in her pussy. He did not keep her waiting. He saw that Tim was safely and happily snuggled in Sarah's breasts, his chin distending the bridge of her bikini bra. He was blind to the fact that Jack was fucking his wife right beside him.

"Keep licking my breasts, Tim!" Sarah exhorted. "I'm so tender with lactation, it drives me out of my mind!"