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I was woken from my nap by someone rapping on the door. It took me a few seconds to orient myself and sort my mind out as to where I was.“Who’s there?” I asked.“Maid service, ma’am. Here to turn down the bed and see if you need anything.”“Give me a second.”I scrambled out of bed, threw on a nighty, and yelled, “Please come in,” as I went to the bathroom.As I attended to the needs of nature, I smiled as I thought of all that I had experienced today and what might still be in store for me tonight.I returned to the bedroom, and a young woman wearing skin-tight shorts was bent over the bed, tucking a new set of sheets. She straightened out, and my jaw dropped. I was looking at a female version of Devon.She smiled at me and said, “I’m Danica. I’ll be your chambermaid during your stay. If there’s anything I can do for you, anything, just let me know.”The innuendo in that ‘anything’ was obvious. I am not bi, nor am I into women. However, if I was, this tender slip of a girl would be interesting.She ogled my body under my sheer nighty and licked her lips suggestively.“Danica, you flatter this old woman; however, I’m as straight as it gets.”“Too bad,” she said with a wistful smile. “However, if you change your mind, let me know.”“You know, Danica, you remind me of someone who also works at the resort.”“She giggled, “Oh, you mean Devon? He’s my twin brother. So now I see why he was raving about his new conquest earlier.”I blushed furiously. “He told you about us?”“He raved about this hot chick he had had an encounter with earlier. However, as usual, he was discrete and did not reveal your identity. I understand that you are having supper with him?”“True. By the way, what time is it?”“Six-Thirty.”“I’d better rush. He’s picking me up at seven-thirty. Before I rush off, may I ask you a personal question?”“Sure.”“Do you also get involved with the guests?”“Sure do. I have a hot date for supper with a couple. He has a yummy cock which I’m dying to feel in me, and she wants me to be their cupcake for tonight and will be fluffing me. Delicious. Well, I’ll run along now. See you at supper.”“Hey, wait a minute before you go; what’s a cupcake, and what is fluffing?”“A cupcake, Wendy, is a woman a wife offers to her husband to make love to. The wife is called a cuckquean, the female equivalent of a cuckold. The wife does the fluffing to help her husband and the cupcake have a better sexual experience. ““Interesting… Well, enjoy your night.”“Thank you, I will, and you enjoy yours.”oOoWhen xnxx Danica was out the door, I rushed to the shower to shampoo my hair and wash. I also touched up my girly parts and my legs with my razor to ensure that no vestige of hair would hinder my anticipated pleasure.Standing before my meager collection of clothes, I pondered what to wear, finally deciding on a white silk blouse and my black mini-skirt. No panties, hose, or bra required, I decided. All my short hair required was a couple of brush strokes to restore it to tidiness.I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased with the look. My nipples were on display for all to admire. However, I would have to be careful of how I walked and sat to avoid my ass or pussy being on show for one and all.A touch of lipstick, blood red, of course, and a spritz of Kurkdjian Baccarat eau de perfume in strategic locations completed my preparations.As I donned my Gucci block heel sandals, there was a knock at the door. I rushed to open it, and Devon greeted my appearance with an animal growl before taking me in his arms and kissing me.“Easy on the makeup, stud. You’ll have plenty of time to mess it up when we get back after supper.”“Wendy, you look good enough to eat,” he said as he ran his hand under my mini to caress my bare ass.I giggled, “I had planned on being your desert.”“Sounds scrumptious. I’ll look forward to that. Let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”As we strolled arm in arm up the path toward the main building, I realized how nice it would be to not be married to my husband. To be as accessible as I felt now and to let my sexuality loose. It was not just the boy toy escorting me who I was enraptured with, but the ability to truly let myself be who I wanted to be.“Devon, what is that beautiful aroma? I asked.“It’s your flower, Wendy.”“My flower?”“It’s called Lady of the Night. It exudes its perfume after dark.”I giggled, “Are you going to make me exude my perfume also?”“You can bet on it. I plan to make you experience the night of your life.”“Ooh, that sounds delightfully naughty.”We arrived at the dining area, and Devon led me to a semicircular booth. I sat down, displaying a lot of thigh as I slid in. Devon gave a soft growl at the display I offered him. “Wendy, you have magnificent legs to go along with many other magnificent features,” he said as he ogled my nipples, which seemed ready to poke a hole in my blouse.“Can you excuse me for a minute? I’ll be right back.”“Sure. Hurry back.”I sat and bakire porno listened to the sound of the band playing Bob Marley’s ‘Stir It Up,’ I smiled at how appropriate that title was then. Looking around, I noticed my fellow diners. My see-through blouse was tame in comparison to what some of the women were wearing. Tits and cleavage were rampant and obviously enjoyed by their male companions. The white tablecloths hid what was happening lower down.Danica was sitting two tables away with a man and a woman on either side of her. The female was enthusiastically fondling her tit and kissing her. When they came up for air, Danica noticed me and smiled and mouthed, ‘Have fun.’“You too,” I mouthed back.Devon reappeared with another young Jamaican male. “Wendy, this is my cousin Tyron. Would it meet your approval if he joined us for supper?”Standing before me was a Jamaican Apollo extending his hand to me. I opened my hand, and he enveloped it in his massive hand. This guy exuded power and sexuality, and I felt my nether parts suddenly get even wetter than they had been.“Why not,” I answered. “The more, the merrier,” I replied with visions of these two teens ravaging my body all night.Devon sat on my right while Tyron slid into my left. It seemed that I would be the meat in the sandwich later.“Tyron, what do you do around the resort?”“I help my dad run the joint when I’m here,” he said. “During the school year, I go to UCLA.”“How nice. We are almost neighbors then. I live out on the West Coast.””Really! Maybe we could meet up out there. Devon will be joining me as a freshman this year.”I felt my pussy tingle at the thought that I might continue to enjoy Jamaica back home.I looked up, and a man was standing in front of us.Tyron said, “Oh, hi, Dad. May I introduce you to Wendy?”“Hi, Wendy.”I recognized Clarence, my chauffeur.“Wendy and I met yesterday when she arrived at the airport. Didn’t I tell you that you would meet some handsome young Jamaicans who would gladly escort you? So have my son and nephew been showing you a good time?”“Devon has been charming, and I just met Tyron. The evening is still young, so we’ll have to see what develops.”“Knowing these two, I am sure they will be able to keep you amused.”“Clarence, what is your function at the resort?”“I own this joint,” He said with a smile. “Yesterday, our chauffeur was out, so I substituted for him. I came tonight to find out if you would like to come out sailing with me tomorrow bedava porno afternoon.”“That would be delightful,” I answered with the memory of his massive cock impaling me earlier.“Great! I’ll pick you up at lunch tomorrow. Have fun tonight,” he said, walking away with a broad smile.Devon turned to me and said, “You got to know my uncle well, didn’t you?”I blushed and replied, “On the way from the airport.”“Dad is not known for wasting time,” Tyron said with a smirk. “Wendy, is that a wedding ring you’re wearing?”“Yes, it is. Does that bother you?”“Not at all. It just adds spice to the occasion. Where is hubby now?”“On a business trip. Why does it add spice for you?”“I love married women. I find them to be more passionate and open to having new experiences. If you let us, Devon and I are ready to rock your world.”“You mean both of you at once?”“Sure, if you would like.”“Mmmm! That sounds delicious. Just one restriction, I don’t do anal intercourse, so no DP.”“We can live with that; however, you are missing out.”“Apart from that restriction, I expect you two to rock my world. I am open to most things.”“Why don’t we order, and then we can go back to your bungalow for dessert.”As we waited for our surf and turf to be served, the young men got me primed for dessert. I spread my legs as impudent hands stroked my thighs. Then, exploring fingers discovered my pantiless state and started strumming my clit and ass. It felt like I had a many-tentacled creature on either side of me, seeking to devour me with its feelers.I think we bolted our food down in less than a minute. We all three were so anxious to get to the main course. While eating, I had pulled out two handsome cocks and stroked them till my fingers were covered in precum.Finally, pushing my plate away, I asked, “Ready for dessert, guys? Dessert, in any case, is more than ready for you.”By mutual agreement, we got up and rushed to the bungalow.As we closed the doors behind us, Devon took me in his arms and passionately kissed me. Our tongues found each other’s and met in a passionate wrestling match. Tyron, from behind me, cupped my tits and toyed with my super-sensitive nipples.I felt him unbuttoning my blouse to fondle my titty flesh. I could feel his cock pushing into the crack of my ass while Devon’s cock was doing its best to part my pussy lips through my skirt.“Back off, guys. Let’s get comfortable so we can have fun.”I stepped out of their double embrace, undid the zipper on the side of my mini, and let it slither down to pool at my feet. My blouse followed it to the floor, and I stood there in all my glory, wearing only my sandals.The two of them stood there with jaws dropping, and I stepped back to get a better view and said, “Your turn.”
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