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By Houston Cei
Cover by Moira Nelligar
Copyright 2017 by Houston Cei
No part of this eBook may be reproduced without permission of the author.
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~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~
The following story is entirely of the author's imagination. All events and characters are fictional. Any similarities to actual events or real persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
The beautiful former porn star Roxanne Hansen continues her amorous adventures in the following novella in which she and her husband enhance their sex life in a variety of ways including some wife-swapping , or perhaps could be called “mate” swapping.
After being deserted by his wife, Reverend James Hanson was left as a single parent to raise his eight year old daughter Roxanne. After several difficult years, they eventually prospered and made a good life together. Roxanne was exceptionally industrious and their combined income made it possible for them to buy a condominium. She made a good income as a waitperson in an upscale restaurant but Reverend Jim accidentally discovered that she had a lucrative sideline in the adult movie industry. The liberal pastor learned to accept the situation and their relationship grew beyond the point of just being father and daughter.
After an exciting incestuous relationship, Roxanne eventually met a fine gentleman named Gregory who even her father liked. When the relationship between Roxanne and Gregory got serious, Reverend Jim eventually and graciously stepped aside to give his daughter away at the wedding ceremony. The story begins with the couple going off to their honeymoon in Maui, and James is left with the hope that he will one day “find someone” as his daughter had suggested at the end of the first story.
James Francis Hansen has told his story and has no more to write, but his life and the life his daughter go on. Since there are some scenes in which the pastor is not involved, the following story will be written from the point of view of the omnipresent author The story begins about a year after the marriage of Roxanne and Gregory. One evening as they reminisce of their wonderful honeymoon in Maui they decide to make their first anniversary celebration even more exciting with a trip to a privately owned island in the Bahamas.
As fate would have it there is a chance meeting with Patricia and David Sharpe who are characters from the author’s erotic novella entitled Country Taboo. While both couples are simultaneous on their respective vacations in the Bahamas, they find that they have much in common get very well acquainted.
Roxanne and Gregory had known each other for almost a year before they got married and now that union has been a happy one for over eleven months. They had agreed to have children but were in no hurry and were enjoying their lives together just the two of them. They have doing very well financially with Gregory as a businessman in the Silicon Valley and Roxanne now the lead waitperson at a prestigious five star restaurant in San Jose, California.
One evening early in the month of June as they were having dinner at home alone together, they were reminiscing about their honeymoon in Maui almost a year ago. They filled each others minds with images of the things they had done and Gregory could not help but describe how great his new bride looked, “Babe, you were a knockout in your thong bikini as we strolled along the beach. I felt like I need a baseball bat just to keep the guys at bay.”
“You certainly got more than your share looks from the women. I guess we were meant to be Mr. and Mrs. America,” Roxanne responded jovially. “Sweetheart, our anniversary is coming up in less than three weeks. Can we go back there or somewhere like that for a couple of weeks? It’s not too late to make plans.”
Gregory could see the childlike enthusiasm in her voice and he was not about to let his lovely wife down. He assured her that they would certainly spend their anniversary in a tropical island paradise. Being his own boss, he could arrange for the time off and she likewise had clout at the restaurant where there were always other waitpersons wanting extra hours. With the date of their anniversary being fewer three weeks away, they spent the next day making the arrangements at their respective places of work. The idea of a return to Maui sounded great but the adventurous Roxanne was thinking of something even more romantic. As she was browsing the internet she came across a site offering privacy on a small island in the Bahamas where there were only seven native bamboo huts with thatched roofs. Most of the island was owned by one multi-millionaire and the concept was to be as close to the aborigine life-style as possible. There was no electricity but ice chests would be provided with ice available at the one and only store on the island. There would no stove; however, there would be a barbecue pit in front of each hut and campfires were allowed. Since there was no electricity, kerosene lanterns would be provided for lighting. The huts were close to the beach where there would be a dock with canoes and room for a small yacht to anchor. Close by was the small store, powered by a generator, that stocked a limited variety of food items and other essentials. The final words on the internet promotion were “be prepared.”
Gregory was not about to deny his wife’s request to reserve one of these huts after seeing how enthusiastically she described the scene as presented online. She made all the necessary arrangements, including the airlines reservations. They would fly to Miami and there would be a small prop plane with water landing capabilities that would be taking them to the private island. There was no major runway, and the seaplane would return on a designated date.
“What an adventure!” Gregory exclaimed, “It’s almost like being stranded on a Gilligan’s Island. Roxanne, you outdid yourself, but I hope the pilot doesn’t forget to pick us up.”
After all was said and done, Roxanne said to Gregory, “One more thing, sweetheart: no sex until we arrive on the island.”
“You’ve got to be kidding!” he exclaimed.
“I absolutely am not kidding,” she responded. “The anticipation will enhance the pleasure when we finally do it. Let’s just think about fucking each other until we finally get there.”
“Are you sure you can go that long?” he asked with a chuckle as their eyes met.
“It’ll be rough but I think I can make it,” she said and then after a short pause added, “I’m more worried about you. No jacking off!”
He laughed at her last exclamation and said, “Okay, you have my word. I won’t whip it.”
On their previous visit to Maui the honeymooners had a wonderful time but they had every intention of out doing themselves on this first anniversary celebration. The sound of the seaplane’s propeller and the view of the turquoise waters of the ocean below enhanced their excitement as they were minutes away from the island. After landing and being escorted to their hut by the pilot, he said, “Well folks, this is as far as I go. You’re on your own now, and I’ll see you in two weeks. Have fun.” The pilot’s leaving abruptly without showing them around was meant to be part of the adventure.
The setting and the hut were as quaint and romantic as advertised. The furniture was all of bamboo including the full bed which had a mattress that was the only thing inside that looked even remotely commercial.
Roxanne and Gregory had teased each other some during the flight to Miami and even what little they could get away with on the seaplane. They were now very anxious to get down to some serious love-making. It had been almost three weeks since they had made love and as was planned they had agreed there would be no masturbation by either of them. They had left San Francisco in shorts and tank tops and had on the same attire since Miami thus they had little clothing to remove. As they were hastily removing their summer attire Roxanne said, “I can’t remember when I’ve ever been this horny, but it’s kinda fun ‘cause I know you’re gonna fuck the hell out of me.”
“You’ve got that right, babe,” Gregory said. “I’m enjoying this game you wanted to play.”
As he was totally nude standing in front of his wife now displaying herself in just her bikini-like panties she said, “I know we are both excited and ready but check me out first.” Roxanne was a true exhibitionist at heart and loved to be looked, and as she was smiling at Gregory he smiled back and asked, “Are those are the same panties that you wore since the day before we left?”
“As agreed,” she responded.
Gregory wanted an extra day’s worth of his wife’s scent, and he certainly got it when she removed her panties and threw them in his face. He caught the panties and held them to his face, inhaled and then pulled her towards the full bed. He desperately wanted to lick her delicious pussy and likewise she wanted his cock in her mouth so they moved into the sixty-nine position without any further hesitation. He was on top and as he moved up and down as if he were fucking her in the mouth his balls dangled on the bridge of her nose. Gregory’s tongue was intensely covering every crevice of her delicious pussy and then he stuck his pointed tongue into her asshole. With her mouth full of her husband’s big cock she could not tell him how good his tongue felt doing its work; she could only chuckle but he knew anyway that that he was driving her to ecstasy. They both knew that this first sexual contact after their record length of abstinence would result in both reaching early orgasms; and they surely did: first, it was Roxanne as she squealed in delight while he was still licking her anus and fingering her clitoris. It was only a minute or two when he followed suit and came into his beautiful wife’s mouth.
After she swallowed his semen and they were lying side by side, she asked rhetorically, “Isn’t it wonderfully to be finally satisfied after being so fucking horny?”
Gregory chuckled and said, “Just think, this is only the first day. We have two weeks ahead of us.”
“Just remember, honey, oral is nice but I still wanna get fucked before the day is over.” They were both confident that it would happen.
After settling in with their very limited amount of luggage and belonging, Roxanne and Gregory strolled hand in hand along the beach/ He was in shorts and a tank top while she was boldly showing off her charms in a bright, orange thong bikini.
They saw a few canoes that were tied at the dock and they assumed they were for their use as part of the package, but Roxanne’s attention was caught by the 40 feet long fiberglass yacht slowly pulling into the dock. “Isn’t she beautiful?” she exclaimed.
“She damn sure is, babe! Wouldn’t you like to cruise in something like that?” was his response.
“Can we?” she asked in childlike fashion.
“I doubt that a boat like that could be chartered around here but we could talk to the owner after it anchors,” he answered.
As they continued to gaze and converse, the yacht landed to anchor and Roxanne noticed that it was named “Evelyn.” She made it clear to Gregory that she wanted to meet the owner, and knowing what a forward person his wife was, he did not contend with her. After all, most persons on a getaway on vacation are usually friendly. This was the vessel of David and Patricia Sharpe, and as they stepped off the boat to walk on to the beach Roxanne and Gregory approached them and extending her to the red-haired woman she said, “Aloha! I know this is not Hawaii but the word sounds pretty neat. My name is Roxanne and this is my husband Gregory. You must be Evelyn.”
David and Patricia both smiled and as both parties exchanged greetings Patricia said, “Evelyn was my mother.” She did not know exactly why she was quick to give that away but Roxanne and Gregory did not think any more of it at that moment i