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Aloha (MF, couples, exh, true)
by Anonymous Author (2004)

***

Couples mess around on the holiday, but only a little.
(MF, couples, exh, true)

***

We met them at poolside at the Halekulani Hotel in 
Waikiki. Lydia, my lady, had just finished the 
newspaper and was stretched out on the chaise oiling 
her body in the sun, I was lying on the float beside 
her, when Nicole and Frank came up and asked if they 
could borrow the TV listing. We'd seen them around the 
hotel and pool, in the restaurants and cocktail lounges 
but this was the first time we talked. 

Looking back on it now, it seems almost a dreamlike 
beginning. In a matter of moments, we were chatting 
like old friends but the conversation seemed to be 
going on outside us, like a choral backdrop to the real 
action that was taking place. For in retrospect I can 
see that there was, almost immediately, an unspoken 
sexual tension crackling between us.

Frank, dark and good-looking, was a well-built fellow 
with a quick smile and a ready laugh. Nicole, blonde 
and sun-browned, was a lot of woman. It was very hard 
not to stare at her in her skimpy yellow bikini with 
beads of sweat atop the oiled skin of her ample 
breasts. Rolling over onto my back, I gazed up her 
well-formed legs to the swell of her lower belly and 
the pouty mound of her pussy. 

Lydia noticed my stare and gave me just a flicker of a 
smile; as if to tell me she knew what was going through 
my mind. We'd never done anything sexual with anyone 
else, though we'd often talked about it in intimate 
moments of fantasy and it got us both very aroused 
indeed. So it wasn't unusual that I felt the first 
stirring of an erection working against my bathing 
suit. Lydia noticed that too. And so, I think, did 
Nicole, whose eyes met mine for just a moment with a 
look of frank, bold curiosity.

They joined us at poolside, and our conversation rolled 
along easily. It turned out that we were not only 
staying on the same floor of the hotel; we lived only a 
few miles apart outside San Francisco. We swapped 
favorite restaurants in Honolulu, regaled each other 
with the usual array of vacation tales, and found 
ourselves enjoying our mutual company. We were 
politically in tune; we enjoyed many of the same TV 
shows; we were all Forty-niner fans. We even liked 
several of the same Napa wines. And so we agreed to 
meet for dinner that evening at the Halekulani's 
renowned seaside restaurant.

In typical Hawaiian fashion, we dressed casually, 
comfortably. Frank and I wore aloha shirts and slacks; 
Lydia and Nicole, loose, light-weight flowing muumuus. 
The restaurant ambience was warm, candle-lit, tropic 
rustic with bamboo walls; the room hung out over a 
cobalt sea stunned by a silver moon and our table stood 
against an open window on the seaward edge of it. The 
meal; oysters and mahi-mahi for Lydia and me; pink baby 
lamb for them, was superb. Our choices of wine were no 
less so. The service was perfect. And when Frank and 
Nicole invited us to their room for a night cap, it all 
seemed like a perfectly natural ending to a lovely 
evening.

The room was a replica of ours: elegantly appointed in 
soft, tropical creams and pastel blues, with a king-
sized bed, an overstuffed sofa against the opposite 
wall, a kitchenette at one end and, at the other, 
sliding doors that opened onto a broad terrace looking 
down Waikiki to Diamond Head. A warm breeze rustled the 
filmy curtains. Lydia and I settled down on the couch. 

Nicole curled up cross-legged on the big bed. Frank 
went to the fridge, took out a chilled bottle of 
Chateau Montelena chardonnay, and poured for us all. 
"Anyone for a joint?" he asked. 

Lydia and I both love an occasional toke. It makes us 
both so sexy, so tactilely sensitive. I wondered if it 
affected Frank and Nicole the same way. I smiled. "I 
thought you'd never ask," I said.

I took a long hit and held it deep in my lungs, then I 
passed it to Lydia, who did the same. "Maui wowie," 
Frank explained. "One hit and you're flying. Two and 
you're in orbit." 

We had passed the joint around three times when I felt 
the first toke hit, and Frank was right. I felt like 
the top of my head was soaring into space. I felt a 
longing, a roaring, in my crotch, and wanted to feel my 
nipples touched. "That's wonderful stuff," I remarked 
to no one in particular, and giggled. 

"You know, we probably should have warned you: grass 
really turns us on." I smiled at Lydia; she smiled 
back, sipped her wine, and wriggled voluptuously, so 
that her dress pressed tightly into the valley between 
her thighs, and her pelvis seemed to rise up in 
invitation to us all. Nicole gazed at Lydia's plainly 
outlined pussy, then looked intently at Frank and said, 
"It turns us on too, huh, honey?" 

"In a very special way," Frank replied. He ran a fond 
finger down her hair and along her cheek and throat. 
"Why don't you tell them?" Nicole blushed. "I'm 
embarrassed," she said. She lowered her eyes demurely, 
but she wore no bra and her hardening nipples were 
plainly visible through the thin fabric of her dress. 

Lydia coaxed her: "I'll tell you our fantasy if you 
tell us yours." 

Nicole hesitated. Frank sat down beside her on the bed. 
"That's fair enough," he said. 

"We haven't actually done it yet," Lydia looked down at 
her clearly visible mound, locked her hands behind her 
laid-back head so her breasts thrust out, and went on, 
"but... well, we've talked about what it would be like 
to fool around in front of another couple."

"Us too," Frank said. 

Nicole took a deep breath. So it was out in the open. 
We were on the same wave length. We were now trying to 
deal with that realization and figure out what to do 
next. 

Everyone was silent for what seemed like ages, each of 
us hoping the other would somehow break the ice, but, 
being innocents, not knowing how. I looked at Lydia and 
giggled. She giggled back, but there was lust in the 
dark corners of her eyes. 

She took my hand and placed it on her breast. "Feel 
me," she whispered, and turned her wanton smile to 
Frank and Nicole. "Feel my tits. I want Frank and 
Nicole to look at me while you feeling my tits."

Lydia's nipple leaped to rubbery, bud-like erection. I 
felt her breath on my lips and could smell the rising 
passion of her pussy on her breath. We kissed with our 
tongues and Lydia groaned as she likes to do while 
Frank and Nicole looked on. I took Lydia's other nipple 
between my fingers too. She sighed: "Oh, Jesus!" We 
looked at our new found friends and saw them looking at 
us. 

"Oh Jesus!" Lydia whispered again.

Frank had snuggled behind Nicole on the bed and was 
nuzzling her neck. He brought his hands around in front 
and cupped both her breasts for us to see. Nicole 
closed her eyes, pressed back against him like a cat, 
and moaned. I was electrified. My cock stiffened. 

"Pretty, no?" Lydia whispered. 

"No, no, yes," I replied. 

Lydia chuckled softly, deep in her throat. "You're 
getting hot, aren't you?" she asked as she brought her 
hand to my crotch and began stroking the hard shaft 
through my slacks. 

"I'm stoned, baby," I told her. 

"So am I," she replied. "And I'm getting so hot!" 

"So am I!" I whispered, moving my hips up to her 
inviting hand. Suddenly, in a blurted whisper, she 
said, "I want to do it... to do what we've talked 
about. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your stiff 
prick inside me."

I looked into her eyes. "With them watching?" I asked. 
"With them watching," she replied. Then she moaned, 
squeezed my cock, and kissed me hard, thrusting her 
luscious, comfortable hips forward and her tongue into 
my mouth.

But since this is in essence a story about real life, 
we didn't actually do it in front of our friends. We 
were interrupted by a waiter and things never quite got 
back to the same point again.

But the vacation was a great success and Nicole and 
Frank and Lydia and I were inseparable for the rest of 
the week. I don't know how things would have gone if 
we'd really gone any further with our little show, but 
what I do know is that we did have the best sex in our 
life that night in our room all alone.

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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