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"THE WATCH FROM DEVIL'S TRIANGLE"

By Bill

            We had been in the Bahamas for 3 days. Ellen and I
were sitting beneath a blue and white striped sunbrella at an
outdoor lounge, talking with a couple who'd allowed us to join
them at the last available table. We were attired as typical
tourists: they were in swim wear; I was wearing a flat Bahamian
straw hat, aloha shirt and walking shorts, and Ellen was attired
in a white sundress with a broad yellow ribbon tied into a
headband around her black hair.  Now, as Ellen laughed at a
joke, the ribbon's long ends were flapping about in the warm
breeze. It was difficult making conversation above the pounding
surf and whistling wind.

            Jeff, a brawny six-foot-plus with a booming voice,
leaned across the table and asked, "You here in a boat?" His
reddish hair was tousled by the breeze. His stunning blond wife,
Virginia, was leaning back in a sun-chair, which squeaked as she
fidgeted and appraised us.

            "We flew over," I told him. Two years before, we'd
been here in our twenty-foot boat. A troublesome storm convinced
me I'd never take anyone else in a small craft, so this time we'd
flown commercial, as we have each time since. "We're checked in
at the hotel."

            Jeff gulped his drink, gestured toward the distant
docks, and murmured, "We're staying at the marina. They charge an
arm and a leg to hook up to electricity over there. We're down
here from Texas.  Where you from?"

            When I told him, he responded, "Yeah, well your
state's doing a lot better than mine. You  have Disney World and
we have closed down oil wells and one hell of a lot of empty offices.
We're thinking of moving to Florida."

            I grinned, "Doesn't make Floridians too happy to hear
that. Too many people coming in now.  I tell people who're
thinking of moving there that alligators come out of the lakes at
night and drag away little babies." He and Virginia chuckled.

            Ellen's a natural conversationalist, but now she was
particularly animated; she'd won them over. Jeff invited us for a
tour on their sloop to an out-island. We declined, explaining
that we'd made reservations for an early dinner at a local
calypso club, so Jeff offered, "Okay, what if we make it  an
evening trip, around 7, 7:30? Think you could make that, ol'
buddy?"

            I was considering it when Ellen grabbed my arm and
blurted, "Come on, Bill, let's do it!" Turning to Jeff and
Virginia, she smiled, "Takes him forever to make changes   in
plans!"
          I grinned, "Sounds like a great idea." I noticed her
observing Jeff's handsome, muscular features at the cabana.  She
remarked, "I think they have more than just a tour in mind. We'll
see." We skipped the floorshow, donned our swim suits in the
hotel room, and walked down to the harbor where Jeff's 38-foot
sloop bobbed amid a line of boats at the unpainted docks.

            Virginia was tossing crumbs at a flock of seagulls
swooping and Jeff looked up from his blue canvas deck chair and
acknowledged, "You're right on time." He cast off as soon as we
climbed aboard. The Atlantic was now red beneath the setting sun.
I noticed Ellen and Bill stealing glances at each other now and
then, until finally, they were openly staring. When she turned
away, Jeff gazed at her long legs and full, half-exposed breasts
thrusting out beneath the one-piece black suit, completely
bare on the sides except for four thin black ribbons on
each side securing the front and back.

            By the time Jeff cut the engines, a half mile from
the island, stars were blinking like diamonds on black velvet.
This close to the island, the five-foot waves we'd plowed
through most of the way had calmed. The waters' crests, silver
beneath the moonlight, softly slapped against the hull. The sloop
rocked gently as Virginia and Ellen clambered up the galley
stairs to the deck. Jeff anchored as we stared at the scene off
the bow. Beneath the puffs of gleaming clouds, the island seemed
to float on the midnight-blue waters.

            Virginia stood on her toes, stretching her arms, as
she said, "This breeze is wonderful!" She casually reached to
unhook the top to her red and white striped bikini; that isn't
unusual for boaters when the sun's up, but this was night. Ellen
smiled as if to say, "I told you so." I stared at Virginia's
breasts, firmed by exercise, and as well-formed as Ellen's. She
stretched again, her blond hair blowing in the soft warm gusts.
Outlined by the Bahamian moon, she looked like a goddess.

            So Ellen slipped out of her suit. She stood nude
alongside Virginia, who turned to evaluate the similarity of
their figures; "You're beautiful," she told Ellen, staring down
at Ellen's shaved mound. The contrast between Virginia, the half-
nude blond, and Ellen, the nude brunette, was stunning.

           Jeff's engorged cock had been evident even before
then.  But now, appraising them, he smiled, turning to me as he
whispered, "Are you two swingers? You see, Virginia isn't,
but she's a 'watcher,' and if you are, we're interested."
Then, he added, as if I might misunderstand, "I mean I'm
straight, not gay."

            I grinned, almost laughing. I could hardly wait for
his reaction when I told him, "Actually, Jeff, I'm a watcher too.
Think Virginia would be jealous if she saw you with Ellen,
while your wife and I watched?"

            When we told Ellen and Virginia, the coincidence
seemed neither as humorous nor as surprising to them as I thought
it was. I learned later that Jeff and Virginia had met
many other agreeable couples in their travels.

            We made small talk as if no one had mentioned
"watching." Ellen stared at Jeff's face and body, occasionally
looking down at Jeff's cock bulging beneath his red bikini
trunks. Under a pretense to turn on the stereo, we made
our way down to the dimness of the sleeping quarters where
moonlight streamed through a line of portholes. Virginia and I
stood in the doorway.  Jeff and Ellen sat on the bunk, looking
through compact disks, selected one, and inserted it into the
overhead stereo as Virginia poured wine. When Ellen passed a wine
glass to Jeff, their hands brushed. I could almost feel the
electricity as their eyes locked.  Ellen's soft breasts heaved.
Setting aside the glass on a bunkside table, Jeff leaned to kiss
her neck, moving down to her breasts. She moaned lowly, her lips
trembling.

            Virginia nuzzled her breasts against my side as I put
my arm around her. Leaning into the doorjamb, we watched, breathing
heavily.  Jeff and Ellen melded in a deep kiss, their arms
intertwined.  Ellen's hips rotated softly in desire as she lay
alongside Jeff.  Virginia looked up at me, her lips trembling,
her blue eyes wild with passion, as she muttered, "God, aren't
they beautiful?"  I agreed, my shaft swelling beneath my trunks.
Ellen, her nipples taut, disengaged to slide to the floor on her
knees.  Her lips grazed his thighs. Gulping, she
took Jeff's raging cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes,
groaning, as her full, pale lips slid over his glistening member.
Passion welled in Ellen's eyes as she moaned. Her tongue
and slender fingers glided along his dark shaft. Virginia peeled off
her bottoms, her hand was massaging her clit. I slipped out
of my trunks as I stroked my cock.  Virginia pressed against
me. I slithered an arm around her, cupping a breast, her nipple
standing out like a spike through my fingers.  Ellen's eyes were
now wide with passion as he thrust into her greedy mouth. The
intensity of their tempo increased. Ellen moaned in rapture. His
cock had risen to larger proportions, straining her lips as
she moaned.

            Withdrawing from her mouth, Jeff lifted her to the
bunk beneath a line of portholes. He kneeled on the floor between
her long legs, kissing her shaved mound. Ellen wailed in desire!
Her hips gyrated with his tongue's manipulations. Her body
quaking, she locked her thighs about his head, lost in their own
distant universe of passion. The smell of their lust
permeated the warm night air.

            Virginia placed her arms around my waist, her hips
grinding her clit against my leg. "They're so beautiful," she
breathed ecstatically. She looked down, her lips parted as I
pumped my shaft.

            Jeff's strong arms enveloped Ellen's quivering body.
He hovered above her splayed legs, his shaft swaying above her
pussy which was straining up to touch it. Her lips were parted,
her eyes wild with lust as his cock pushed apart
her pussy's folds. She flexed her hips, drawing him deeply within, and
called out in pleasure.  They shared a sigh as he buried his
full length.

            Moaning, Ellen turned to watch us. Virginia had
grasped my cock and was stroking it as I squeezed the fullness of
her breasts.  The sight drove Ellen into ecstasy as her arms
enveloped Jeff. She bucked against him, meeting every thrust into
her steaming pussy.  Virginia's nostrils flared, her breath
huffing, her mouth open in wild desire. I felt a kinship with
Virginia as we watched our respective mates, united, her
husband's cock plunging into my wife's pussy; she mewed, "Oh,
Bill, don't you feel it happening between them, between us?"

            And, yes, I did. Virginia's soft fist pumped my shaft
as she grinded her blond mound against my leg. Her lips brushed
my neck and ears.

            Ellen's head thrashed from side to side, her wide
eyes rolling as Jeff's cock filled her. She moaned as her
arms encircled his neck, her hips lifting to meet her
lover's.  Her groin swirled beneath his fervid fucking as she
threw back her head, pleading for him not to stop. His jaw
slackened as he stared down at her, his eyes glazed with lust.
Then, Ellen screamed, "Oh Jeff, I'm going to cum! Please
cum with me!" She mewed, her body shivering with the
building climax.  Virginia's hand pumped furiously as she looked up to me,
parting her lips. We kissed deeply. Everyone was moaning, sharing
the climactic thunder that was engulfing us in an emotional
hurricane.

            At the last moment, Virginia spread her long, taut
legs, guiding my cock into her creaming depths. She screamed in
pleasure.  Then it happened, the sexual energy crackling
throughout the cabin!  I exploded as everyone was wailing; Ellen
and Virginia were moaning and writhing madly. Virginia fell to her
knees, taking my length deeply into her mouth. Ellen and Jeff now
turned on their stomachs to watch as Virginia brought me again to
hardness, her hair tossing as her lips slid along my full length.
I'd lost track of time until my cum burst into Virginia's
throat. Ellen and Jeff were applauding. Virginia bumped to the
floor, her arms around my knees, as we turned to look at our
spouses on the bunk.  They were laughing.

           That was the only time that either Virginia or I had
experienced even that slight an adultery with anyone.  Neither of
us were sure our spouses truly understood, but what we had was
just perfect.