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Archive-name: Affairs/dvltngl.txt

Archive-author: Bill

Archive-title: Devil's Triangle

                   "THE WATCH FROM DEVIL'S TRIANGLE"

     Ellen and I had been in the Bahamas for 3 days when we 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 a state lottery. We have these closed down oil

wells and one hell of a lot of empty offices. We're thinking of moving to


     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, "O-kay, 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."

     That evening, over dinner, Ellen admitted her excitement. I'd 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


     Virginia was tossing crumbs at a flock of seagulls swooping and

squawking around her. 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 the 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 exercize. Her legs were as long and 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 manhood 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 during 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 penis bulging

beneath his red biniki trunks. Under a pretense that we going down the stairs

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 doorjam, we gaped, breathing heavily. Jeff and Ellen melded

in a deep kiss, their arms entertwined. 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 floor on her knees. Her lips grazed his thighs. Gulping,

as if in fear, she took Jeff's long, raging cock in her mouth. He closed his

eyes, groaning, as her full, pale lips slid over his glistening member. Tears of

passion welled in Ellen's eyes as she moaned. Her tongue and slender fingers

glided along his dark rubbery shaft.

     Now, as Virginia peeled off her bottoms, her hand was massaging her

clitoris. I slipped out of my trunks as I stroked my hardness. 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 ballooned to massive

proportions, straining her lips as she whimpered.

     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 beneath his tongue's

manipulations. Her body quaking, she locked her thighs about his head, lost in

their own distant universe of adulterous passion. The smell of their lust

permeated the warm night air.

     Virginia placed her arms around my waist, her hips grinding her clitoris

against my leg. "They're so beautiful," she breathed ecstatically. She looked

down, her lips trembling 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 quivering up to

touch it. Her lips were parted, her eyes wild and fearful of his large

instrument pushing apart her vaginal folds. She wrapped her legs around his

hips, drawing him deeply within, and yelled out in painful pleasure.  Her

vagina was stretching to accommodate his large tool. They shared a sigh as he

buried his full length.

     Whimpering, 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 cave. 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 in sin, her husband's cock plunging into my wife's

vagina; she mewed, "Oh, god, 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

thickness filled her. She wailed as her tremoring 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

GOD Jeff, I'm going to COME! Please come WITH me!" She mewed helplessly,

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 crying 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 Virgina brought me again to hardness, her hair

tossing as her lips slid along my full length. I'd lost track of time until my

semen 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.


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