Power of Three

Power of Three

Portia Da Costa

Copyright 2011 Portia Da Costa.

This story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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Please be aware that this story contains sensual content that is only suitable for adult readers who are comfortable with frank language and descriptions of erotic scenarios

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POWER OF THREE

ACT ONE

The binoculars were supposed to be for observing birds and boats, and dolphins off the coast of the island. That was the plan, do something worthwhile and improving with the honeymoon that never was, and broaden her horizons with a bit of nature study and general educational wholesomeness.

Yeah, right. So what do I end up doing?

Laurie Jones lifted the binoculars to her eyes and scanned the courtyard. Observing, yes, she was certainly doing that; but it wasn't really nature study unless you counted scrutinizing the mating habits of mammals of the higher, more civilized variety.

Well, semi civilized.

In the villa across the courtyard from hers, a woman was getting it on. She was getting it on big time, and not just with one man, but with two. Right there in the middle of a fully lit living room.

Of course, people were expected to have sex here, and lots of it. It was a lovers' resort after all. But exhibition threesomes? Well, why not? At least the trio over there seemed to have some genuine affection for each other in and amongst the rampant shagging. They were open and honest and they smiled a lot.

Honest. Yes. Not like some I could mention.
Laurie frowned, and the beauty of the night was suddenly shadowed. A claw of anguish clutched at her heart.

Stop it! Not now! Focus on the show. It's far too raunchy to waste good viewing time on brooding.

Adjusting the bevel on the field glasses, she refocused to allow for moisture in her eyes. The three friends had left the shutters to their cabana open, and all their lamps were lit. It was like a film set down there and the cavorting trio clearly wanted to be watched and admired in action.

What would it be like to be made love to by two men at once? The guys in Cabana Number Two weren't really her type, but they did look incredibly lusty. Not that she knew what her type was now. She'd had a type and it'd turned out to be a disaster, and even here she was still plainly fancying the wrong people. Flicking a quick glance to Cabana Number Three, she sighed and shook her head.

You're an idiot, Laurie. A complete idiot. Those two are gay, you fool.

In the true spirit of a Caribbean holiday, and as if to compound her poor decision making, she was currently attempting to drink a large, rum based cocktail at the same time as she watched her neighbors shagging. No easy feat whilst juggling the binoculars, and a bit of the potent over-proof and fruit mix dribbled down her chin. She swiped at it with the inside of her wrist whilst still clutching her glass and nearly deposited the whole lot down her cleavage.

The three in Cabana Two were still going at it hammer and tongs, and though the ferocious island spirit warmed Laurie's belly as it slid down into her innards, it didn't heat her up half as much as what she was seeing with her grandstand view. Cabana One -- her cabana -- was set slightly higher than the one she was looking into, and both were part of a group of three hugging a little hollow containing a courtyard with a sun patio and a shared swimming pool. Laurie could look straight down at the frolicsome threesome, perfectly safe lurking behind her rolled back shutters. Their main room, glowingly lit, was like a stage.

The two men's hands travelled greedily over their inamorata's body, and also, now and again, over each other's.

Oh God, that's even hotter!

Shutting her mind to the reason she was here without any man at all, much less two of them, Laurie suppressed a gasp, a shiver of desire surging through her. Lucky Girl down there had a man caressing her breasts and another caressing her pussy, and Laurie had to somehow manage to take care of herself whilst juggling the binoculars and her glass.

The drink would have to go. She set it on a ledge to one side of her, and then wiggled to settle herself more securely on her stool. Without taking her eyes from the cavorting trio, she nudged her wrap skirt aside and went for her sex, working blindly. She couldn't bear to tear her eyes away from the action for a microsecond.

As she touched herself, a cringingly unwanted thought occurred to her.

What would Jim think of her now? Her nearly husband, the last man who'd touched her intimately and the one who might have been here with her now, enjoying sex in the sun, if life had played out differently?

The break-up had been amicable, just, but at such short notice that Laurie had ended up coming on the honeymoon on her own. Early October in the Caribbean certainly beat hanging around at home, feeling sorry for herself and being talked about at work for being dumped.

Jim certainly wouldn't have been into
this
, and that was a fact. Jim liked simple straightforward meat and potatoes intercourse; which was obviously the sort he'd been having with someone called Melanie in accounts, a younger woman whom he'd inadvertently got pregnant.

Amicable break up? Who the hell am I kidding? I want to kill the bastard!

If she hadn't been glued to the binoculars, she would have shook her head to free her mind of Jim and Melanie angst. They were history and this was now. And feeling horny and being a voyeur was therapeutic.

God, she was sticky... hot... wet... as voluptuous and syrupy as her luscious rum cocktail. Wiggling a little on her stool, Laurie swirled her own intoxicating cocktail over and around her clit, all the time watching the trio in the other villa, where apparently clit swirling was also on the menu. The grateful recipient was moaning and carrying on alarming, her cries echoing out from the open window, whereas Laurie confined herself to little gasps and stifled squeaks so as not to disturb them and end the show prematurely.

Not that the participants in the floorshow would have noticed if she fell off her stool and shouted profanities at the top of her lungs. They'd just carry on regardless, she was sure of it. The occupants of the other villa in their little enclave might spare Laurie a glance though, and she didn't want to be the supporting act, with the boy/girl/boy there as the headliner.

There were two guys staying in the presently unlit Cabana Three; two very hot men who were both her type, even though each very different. It was just infuriatingly unfortunate that they were completely into each other rather than the women at the resort.

Trust me to fancy the two gay guys! I can't seem to catch a break with men just now.

The commotion below continued, getting noisier. Lucky Girl let out a sharp, high giggle that cut the air, followed by a low, jerky, broken groan that signified something unmistakable.

Oh God, I want that!

The trio was a syncopated machine now, a temporary construct of limbs and torsos working together, rubbing, and writhing. And they were all climaxing.

Dancing in clumsy circles, Laurie rubbed herself furiously. Pinpoint accuracy wasn't necessary, didn't matter. The horny show before her more than compensated for any slapdash fumbling. She wanted to come... but somehow, all of a sudden, she also
didn't
want to come.

It didn't make sense. What was she saving herself for? She owed herself this pleasure, and she felt horny enough to take it, Jim or no Jim.

Then, even as the gilded bodies flexed hard, going rigid as if they were a single unified being, fingers clutching at one another, they seemed to lose it as one and tumble in a heap, laughing and grabbing at each other as they dropped out of view below the window sill.

Laurie giggled too, she couldn't help it. The binoculars swung on their strap as she came at the same time, despite her hesitation. It was just a little climax, almost stolen, a sharp, delicious hiccup of sensation in her pussy, a swift erotic sneeze between her thighs. It was as funny as it was pleasurable and she kept on laughing as her sex fluttered, hot and wet.

"What?"

Even as she leant against the window frame, shaking, a movement to the left caught her eye. Snapping around to face the other, closer cabana, she gasped as a low, yellow lamp came on inside it.

The glow illuminated another scene.

Oh, good God, the two men were at it now, just as if they'd been waiting for the first show to finish before they put on theirs. Laurie's heart thudded. This time, the view was close enough without binoculars. She set them aside as bubbling excitement raced through her anew.

And this time, the performing lovers were looking directly at her, the devils.

Well, at least the dark-haired one of the pair was. His eyes were focused right on the spot where Laurie was lurking, and his knowing expression said he knew she was there... and looking right back at him.

You know, don't you? You were just waiting for the other three to finish.

With no further reason to hide, Laurie slid out of the shadows and stared back at the two men boldly. Her skirt fluttered down into place, but she didn't really care whether it had or it hadn't. Suddenly she was a new Laurie who could do anything, dare anything.

She was a new Laurie who could blatantly ogle two gorgeous handsome men who were both as stark naked as the threesome on the other villa, and one dark, one fair.

Laurie had never seen a male couple making love before. She'd never had cause or opportunity to watch gay erotica, but the few fleeting glimpses of men kissing or touching in mainstream films or TV had always tantalized her. The uninhibited trio in the other cabana had been the nearest thing she'd ever seen to two men making love, but with them, their woman had been the focus.

In Cabana Three, everything was different. These two had no woman sandwiched between them. They had hands only for each other.

Their names were Ed and Denny. They'd introduced themselves, but Laurie couldn't for the life of her remember which was which, because at the time she hadn't been taking much notice of anything but her own depression and anger. Now, though, she was interested; more interested than she'd been in anything in a long time, even the trio in the other cabana. Bizarrely, even Jim himself was fading. The two male lovers were both facing Laurie, holding station close to the shutters, just as she was. The darker man was behind the blond one with his arms wound around him and his hands moving hungrily, exploring his body. He was slowly pumping his friend's cock while caressing his flanks and thighs, but his eyes... his were on Laurie, dark and burning like deep pools of fire and challenge.

What's going on? What are you thinking? Why look at me when you're caressing him?

Blondie's eyes were closed, his head draped back against his lover's shoulder and his throat stretched and exposed. But Dark-Eyes still stared back at Laurie as if he were trying to draw her into their embrace too. She was yards and yards away and yet already somehow involved in their dance.

Am I part of a three way love scene now?

Dark-Eyes smiled and shimmied as if he'd read her thoughts, and the way Blondie gasped made her wonder just exactly what was going on behind his back. His eyes shot open, wide open, and then he gazed at her too, with a delicious teasing smile on his face. He seemed to be becoming absorbed in the same effort to include her, but then his body jerked and his eyes closed again and he pursed his lips, looking beautiful but tortured.

Was Dark-Eyes
inside
him? Oh Lord, yes, he
must
be. Or was he just rubbing his cock against his friend's bottom, caressing and teasing with his hardness? Blondie had a spectacular cock, big and shiny. Laurie ogled it as it moved through Dark-Eyes' fingers, pumping back and forth. In her mind's eye, the as yet unseen penis of Dark-Eyes was gorgeous and rampant too.

Dark-Eyes licked his lips and whispered something in Blondie's ear. The other man's eyes snapped open again, and even though he was still sliding against his partner, his gleaming body visibly wet with sweat as he hovered on the very brink of ecstasy, he looked towards Laurie and chuckled in the midst of his animalistic moans.

How clearly could they see her? Laurie's villa was quite a bit nearer to theirs than to the other one and the night was clear. A large tropical moon floated in the sky like yet another voyeur.