Can't Get Enough (19 page)

“Best spot in the house,” Roz grinned.

“Give her time to eat first. She’ll need the energy.” An excited giggle escaped Anna.

The champagne started going to Roz’ head and she plunged her fork into a fish cake. Tipsy would do tonight, she concluded. There’s no use in engaging in a threesome if you can’t hold on to the memory afterwards. A nervous buzz tingled in Roz’ blood. Would they really do this? Never mind the outcome, she realised, it was this part of the game she had missed most. The early stages, the anticipation, the sweet thrill of seduction, and the complete unpredictability of it all.

They finished the rest of their bottle and nibbled on small snacks, their stomachs too jittery for a big meal, and cast covert glances at the woman. She’d ordered a green curry and washed it down with San Miguel Light while staring into the blackness of the ocean.

“No book tonight,” Anna stated the obvious. “Maybe she’s expecting company.”

“Shall we buy her a beer?” Roz didn’t wait for Anna’s response and waved over a waiter. Anna shuffled restlessly in her chair. Their eyes followed the waiter as he padded to the bar and put in the order. It wasn’t busy so it didn’t take long for a bottle of beer to emerge, a wedge of lime squeezed into its neck. Roz’ heart raced as the waiter transported the drink to the woman and nodded in their direction when he presented it to her. She prepared her sexiest smile and tried to hold on to it when the woman looked at them.

“Cheers,” the woman said, a gold bracelet around her wrist catching the moonlight as she lifted her bottle to thank them.

“Enjoy,” Anna said.

“Feel free to join us.” Roz took the lead. “If you’d like some company.”

The woman got up and strutted towards them as if she were walking a catwalk. “Don’t mind if I do.” She spoke with a posh British accent, which, truth be told, surprised Roz. It didn’t temper her acute case of yellow fever though.

“We’ve seen you around,” Roz said clumsily, suddenly feeling very self-aware. She’d been out of the game a long time.

“I always try to catch a few days here when I need to come to Asia for business. It’s so beautiful and peaceful.” She sipped from her bottle. “Unfortunately, I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“I’m Anna and this is my wife Roz. Very nice to meet you.” Anna extended her hand and Roz noticed how her thumb lingered longer than necessary on the woman’s when she shook it.

“Violet,” the woman said. “Thanks for the beer.”

“Our pleasure.” Anna exchanged a strange look with Roz, one Roz had never seen on her in the years they’d been together.

“What brings you to this lovely island?” Violet sipped from her bottle while waiting for a reply and Roz wondered if she could possibly do it in a more sensual manner.

“We’re on our honeymoon, hence the fancy drinks.” Anna clinked her glass against Roz’ as if they were having the most casual of conversations.

“Congratulations.” Violet peered at her bottle. “Excuse my more vulgar tastes.” She shifted her glance from the beer to Anna’s and then Roz’ face. “Any special plans for your special holiday?”

Roz swallowed hard and let Anna take care of the small talk. She’d play a more active role later, when it was time to strap on.

“Maybe.” Anna batted her eyelids suggestively. “If the right person crosses our path.”

“I have a pool villa.” Violet drained the last of her beer. “If you ladies care for some night swimming as a special honeymoon treat.”

The villa was a duplex boasting two bathrooms, a large dining room, twenty-four hour butler service and a private, discreetly lit swimming pool.

“Drink?” Violet asked and swung the mini-bar open. “I’ve been waiting for the right occasion to open this.” She pointed at a bottle of champagne and reached for the flutes hanging overhead. “Something tells me tonight’s the night.”

Roz looked at Anna but she seemed too caught up in the sheer lavishness of the place.

“Let’s try to get an upgrade next time, babe,” she said.

“You both certainly have the looks for it,” Violet said and handed Roz a glass of sparkling champagne. “To charm the staff at reception, I mean.” Roz wondered who was doing the seducing now. Violet opened the sliding door to the patio and put her glass on the wooden deck floor. With one hand she loosened the string holding up her dress around her neck and let it slip down. She wore a simple black bikini, which came as no surprise to Roz since she’d been eyeing it through the translucent fabric of the dress all night. Violet sat down and dangled her legs into the water. “Are you joining me?” she asked.

Anna, who seemed to be dealing with the situation like a well-seasoned swinger, had already unbuttoned her shorts and was pulling her tank top over her head, exposing a bright green and blue bikini. Roz could kick herself for not putting on swimwear but she hadn’t allowed room for swimming in her grand scheme for tonight. Not that the course the evening had taken wasn’t already exceeding her plans far and beyond. She had, however, hoped to have access to the bag of goodies waiting in their room.

Anna walked down the steps into the water and positioned herself next to Violet, an elbow leaning on the marble next to her and a glass of champagne in her hand.

“Come on, babe.” She fixed her eyes on Roz. “Show us your sexy red boy shorts.” Her smile was soft and teasing. Anna knew well enough Roz wasn’t wearing a bra. Roz decided this was no time for shyness and slid out of her jeans shorts. She dived into the pool headfirst with her faded black Blondie t-shirt still on and re-emerged with it clinging to her skin. Violet handed Roz her glass of champagne and all three of them stood scarcely dressed while sipping bubbles in the hot Asian woman’s private swimming pool. Things could be worse, Roz pondered.

“You’ll get cold if you don’t take off that wet t-shirt,” Violet said. “Unless your wife keeps you warm.” Roz gulped down the champagne, mainly in order to switch off the self-conscious thoughts racing through her head. Should someone take the lead? What are the rules? Are there rules to begin with? She padded over to the side of the pool and topped up her glass.

“Gladly,” Roz said and started peeling the wet t-shirt off her chest, “but surely you won’t let me stand here topless all by myself.”

Violet shot her a sexy grin. “Most certainly not.” She brought her hands behind her back to untie the string of her bikini top. “In fact, I’ll raise you.” Roz’ mouth went dry as Violet lowered herself into the pool. “And challenge you to a skinny dip.” Her arms disappeared under water and, when they re-emerged, triumphantly held up a wet black piece of clothing. Without breaking eye contact Violet slung it behind her and it landed with a soppy thud on the marble edge of the pool. Violet dipped under and sliced through the water, her body mere inches away from Roz.

Roz pinned her eyes on Anna, who looked just as mesmerised by Violet’s words and actions. She turned her wife around and planted a single kiss on her back before proceeding to undo her bikini top.

“My pool, my rules, girls,” Violet grinned beside them, her hair slicked back and drops of water trickling down her exotic skin. Roz felt a hand tugging at her undies. “Off. Now.” Suddenly, it was pretty clear who was in charge. When Roz slithered out of her shorts she could feel the heat of her pussy radiate through the cool water. Anna followed suit and a wet plop announced the landing of her soaking bikini bottom on the teak floor boards next to the pool’s marble lining.

“Three women naked in a pool,” Anna said, her voice low and hoarse. “I wonder what will happen next.”

“We swim, of course,” Violet added, and buried her head under water for a split second, only to have it rise up again coated in a fresh layer of drops cascading down her naked chest. Roz had trouble keeping her eyes off Violet’s breasts and she couldn’t wait to taste her nipples.

“You call that swimming?” Anna asked. She dived under and writhed her body between Violet and Roz, her skin brushing against theirs.

“What gave me away, anyway?” Violet asked, looking amused at Anna’s continuing pool antics—she was somersaulting now. “What made you buy me that beer?”

“Pure lesbian instinct,” Roz lied. “You looked in dire need of some entertainment.”

Violet leaned over, her wet shoulder gliding against Roz. “Let the show begin then,” she whispered in her ear. Anna gushed out of the water next to them and sprayed them with a fresh layer of wetness. Roz found Anna’s firm buttocks under water and started stroking them with one hand. Her other hand searched for Violet’s belly and a shudder of lust swarmed through her as she touched both women at the same time. She watched as Anna leaned in to kiss Violet and the heat inside her tummy exploded.

Roz slowly inched her fingers towards Violet’s breast. She stroked it with the back of her hand first, letting the nipple graze the gaps between her fingers. Her other hand cupped Anna’s breast and soon she was pinching both their nipples and the sight of them kissing right in front of her, despite the cooling pool water, set her skin on fire. 

Anna broke the lip lock with Violet and trailed her tongue along Roz’ neck, stopping at the earlobe and nibbling it briefly. Violet’s hand touched Roz’ breast and squeezed. Roz let her hands roam freely between both Anna’s and Violet’s breasts and cupped and massaged and stroked them more frantically as the seconds ticked away. Anna kissed her, her moist tongue dancing inside Roz’ mouth.

“The pool was a good warm-up,” Violet groaned, “time to get serious.” She placed her hand on top of Roz’ and gently yanked at it, leading her out of the pool. Roz gave Anna’s nipple one final pinch and dragged her out by the wrist. It was the first time Roz saw Violet completely naked and the vision of her standing next to her own naked wife, ready for a night filled with pleasure she couldn’t yet imagine, made her knees go weak. Violet handed Roz and Anna a towel from one of the deck chairs and Roz wiped herself dry as fast as she could before the uncontrollable urge to touch both women’s naked flesh seized her again.

“I have some toys in the bedroom upstairs,” Violet half-grunted. She walked into the living room, her nipples perking up again under the chill of the AC. Roz couldn’t climb the stairs quickly enough and waited for the other two awkwardly standing around in the bedroom. Violet had snagged the half-empty bottle of champagne from downstairs and let it dangle loosely in one hand while the other curled itself around Anna’s fingers. Their skin tone seemed to be only a shade apart, making Roz feel very pale. Anna towered over Violet with her tall frame, but not for long because Violet, after draining the remainder of the champagne straight from the bottle, pushed her onto the bed. Anna took Roz by the hand and dragged her onto the bed with her. Violet hopped between them and Roz crawled backwards to get a better look at things.

“Hi,” Violet said cheekily, reaching for a remote on the nightstand and dimming the lights. “Welcome to my boudoir.”

Anna caressed Violet’s neck, her body pressing against Violet’s back. Roz noticed the raw lust in her eyes, a bold glimmer laying her desire bare and stripping Roz of any inhibitions. Roz intertwined her fingers with Anna’s on Violet’s neck and together they explored her skin. Roz pushed Violet onto her back and kissed her deeply, her tongue discovering every corner of her mouth. Anna’s hands were in her hair now, slowly travelling lower and soon all of their hands were lost in a caressing frenzy of hot burning body parts. Roz groaned as her nipples were pinched and another hand brushed against her lower belly. She didn’t know whose fingers travelled up her inner thighs and whose lips kissed her belly button. She had no idea how she had become the focus of the action and she couldn’t care less. The lips travelled lower, below her mound of carefully trimmed pubic hair—this was their honeymoon after all—and just as she felt the tip of a tongue brush her clit, Anna’s face was suddenly close, her mouth whispering, “Enjoy, babe.” Roz felt Anna’s smile stretch against her ear and revelled in the tongue bath Violet was giving her pussy.

Roz felt the wetness ooze out of her as Violet covered her pussy with her mouth. Anna fondled Roz’ breasts, pinching and releasing her nipples the way she knew drove her crazy. Roz already felt it build, like an unstoppable force bursting inside of her. Anna’s lips nuzzled her neck and her fingers worked her breasts while Violet let her tongue slip in and out of her pussy, straying at just the right times to her throbbing clit.

“Oh yes,” Roz moaned, the sign for Anna to kiss her full on the lips. Violet’s hands clasped her buttocks as she tried to drive her tongue as deep as possible into the folds of Roz’ pussy, alternated with long strokes along the length of it. “Oh god.” Roz’ groans were absorbed by Anna’s mouth as they grew louder and heavier. Her nipples felt electrified and so hard, as if a current ran through them. Violet focused on her clit now, flicking the sensitive bud back and forth with her tongue. The fire in Roz’ belly intensified and seemed to form a straight line from her nipples to her pussy until it erupted into a million explosions, gushing juices all over Violet’s face.

“Hold on,” Anna hissed into her ear, her voice almost a growl. She manoeuvred herself down and exchanged a wicked smile with Violet. “She likes to get fucked after she comes.” Anna’s fingers already brushed the edge of Roz’ pussy. Violet took Anna’s place at the top of the bed and, without hesitation, slipped her tongue inside Roz’ mouth. Roz smelled herself on Violet, a sweet and pungent perfume mixed with hints of chlorine from the swimming pool.

Anna penetrated her with one finger. “You’re so wet, babe,” she said, and, as if she had to prove that point, inserted another one. Roz realised that in seven years she hadn’t kissed another woman, let alone had someone else touch her like that. Anna soon fucked any coherent thoughts she still had out of her though as she found a steady rhythm and had a third finger join the party. Roz loved the full feeling of being penetrated after a climax and she let the sensation rip through her. Violet’s lips had trailed off towards her breasts and spread balmy saliva on her nipples. Roz’ breasts bounced against Violet’s mouth as her wife fingered her with that delicate but firm touch she had. Roz felt a different kind of orgasm build now, a more animalistic one, making her shudder all over. The walls of her pussy clenched around Anna’s fingers and she felt the cool air of the AC rush over her wet hard nipples as her breasts shook back and forth. She lost control and surrendered to the abundance of touch that was bestowed upon her.