“Aren’t they magnificent,” cooed a woman with a sultry, french accent.
A brunette woman, with a short, boyish haircut, slid up to the railing beside us. She was a short woman with the graceful, slim body of a dancer. She was dressed in black, skinny jeans that hugged her hips and ass and a maroon blouse with a deep, v-neck. A second woman, tall with dirty-blonde hair and blue highlights, stepped behind the French woman and hugged her. She was a curvy beauty in a lacy, white blouse and pleated, black skirts that showed off gorgeous, tanned legs. Both wore matching, diamond wedding rings.
“I know,” agreed Mary, her cunt gave a pleasant squeeze on my cock and I knew Mary was getting excited by the two women. “So beautiful and exotic.”
“I’m Lana,” the blonde woman said with a slight Slavic accent. She had the round face and prominent cheekbones of an Eastern European. “And this is my wife, Chantelle.”
“We’re on our honeymoon,” Chantelle said, excitedly.
“Congratulations,” Mary cheered. “I’m Mary and this is my boyfriend, Mark.”
Then Mary leaned in and kissed Chantelle on the lips. Lana gaped in surprise, opened her mouth to object and Mary released her wife’s mouth and then kissed Lana on the lips. Chantelle struggled to catch her breath and Lana was just as breathless as her wife when Mary broke their kiss.
“I love your accent,” I told Chantelle, “what part of France are you from?”
“Saint-Jérôme in Quebec,” she answered, laughing, “but I live in Dupont, now.”
“We live in Dupont,” Lana said, pouting. Chantelle kissed her wife, apologetically. “Last year we bought this cute little house. It’s very cozy.”
Chantelle smiled wickedly. “Mmhh, very cozy,” she cooed and wiggled her shapely ass against her wife’s groin.
“So how’d you two meet,” Mary asked.
“We met dancing,” Lana asked. “We both work at Deja Vu in Lakewood. And one night, Chantelle was on stage and I was working the room, you know, looking for a guy who’d want to buy a lapdance. When we made eye contact, it was like, eh, electricity shot between us. And as Chantelle danced on stage, it was like she was dancing only for me. When we got off work, I took her home and we made love for hours.”
“Your strippers,” I blurted.
Chantelle gave me a frost stare. “Exotic dancers.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said, taken aback.
“I think that’s so romantic how you met,” Mary said, and slid her hand across the railing and caressed Chantelle’s.
Chantelle eyed us up and down. “Are you fucking her, right now?” she asked with a naughty smile.
“Just enjoying the sweet embrace of my girlfriend,” I answered, slyly.
Chantelle laughed and was about to say something when Lana excitedly pointed. “Ohh, look at her jump!”
An orca had burst out of the water, momentarily, and then plunged back into the black waters of the Sound. Lana hugged Chantelle excitedly, rocking her wife about in her embrace. Mary started stroking Chantelle’s arm, dragging a finger lightly up and down her silky skin. Chantelle smiled at her and eyed Mary lustfully with her hazel eyes.
“You two are wild,” Chantelle confided. “Lana and I enjoyed watching you finger that Asian beauty.”
“I would love to finger you, Chantelle,” Mary said as she caressed the French-Canadian’s arm.
“Hey!” Lana protested. “That’s my wife!”
There was an excited twinkle in Mary’s eyes and I knew what she desired. I grabbed Lana’s arm and pulled out of Mary’s pussy. “Hey, Lana, let’s me and you have some fun over here. You’re wife is in some very capable hands. So relax and let me do what I want and I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
Lana didn’t struggle as I pulled her a few feat away. Mary and Chantelle were kissing passionately and Lana looked sadly at her new wife making out with another woman. “How could she?” she asked, plaintively, as I started to rub her firm, plump ass.
“Don’t worry,” I whispered in Lana’s ears. “She still loves you, she’s just having some fun. Don’t be jealous.”
Lana relaxed and I captured her juicy lips in a kiss and then spun her about, rubbing my sticky cock on the back of her skirt and then lifted it up, exposing her curvy ass covered by powder blue, lacy panties. I pulled those off the cheeks of her tan ass. It was sexy seeing no tan lines on a woman’s ass and I imagined this voluptuous women lying naked on the side of the pool, glistening with oil. I slid my cock between her legs, found the wet, shaved lips of her pussy and shoved into her wet tunnel.
“Oh, fuck,” Lana moaned, her cunt squeezing pleasantly on my cock. “That’s nice. Ohh, its been a few years since I had a cock in me!”
Chantelle’s jeans and bright, red thong, were tangled about her ankles, her slim ass shoved up against the railing as Mary tribbed her, fucking her clit hard into Chantelle’s. Chantelle was moaning, writhing on Mary’s hips as Mary sucked on her neck. Both newlywed lesbians moaned as they were fucked. Lana reached out and captured her wives hand and they gripped each other tightly as there pleasures built.
Around us, other couples were starting to join the fun. The Japanese couple were the catalyst. Husbands and boyfriends that had to watch Mary finger their partners, now had their women bent over rails, fucking them passionately. I started another orgy, it seemed. I wonder if they would blame this one on gas. Lana’s cunt was convulsing on my dick, driving other thoughts out of my mind as she came hard.”
“Fuck me, fuck me!” Lana moaned. “Flood my cunt, stud.”
My balls tightened, my orgasm building, and then it exploded out of me, flooding her warm pussy. “Jesus, that was nice!” I gasped, kissing Lana’s neck, breathing hard.
Chantelle and Mary were writhing together, grinding their pussies together. “You gonna cum for me?” Mary hissed into Chantelle’s ear. “Is your dirty cunt gonna cum on my pussy? You gonna cum on another woman while your wife watches?”
“Yes, oh yes,” Chantelle moaned. “Watch me, Lana! Watch me cum!”
Lana squeezed her hand, supportively. “Cum, cupcake.”
Mary and Chantelle came together, bucking wildly against each other. “I’m cumming, Lana! Oh, it so sweet!”
Satiated, Mary broke her embraced with Chantelle and stumbled next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Lana and Chantelle embraced passionately and kissed and it was Lana’s turn to trib Chantelle. Mary and I stood, arm in arm, and watched the orcas play in the Puget Sound accompanied by the sounds of passion from about the ship. The orcas were magnificent beasts, graceful and powerful.
When the orcas disappeared beneath the waves, and the Island Explorer 3 turned to head back to Anacortes, Mary turned to me and kissed me. “Thank you,” she whispered, tears beading her eyes. “That was magical.”
I caressed her face. “It was,” I answered and cupped her chin and kissed her.
Mary and I were the first to step off the Island Explorer 3, followed by Lana and Chantelle. On the way back, it was pretty obvious that Mary need to get cleaned up. I had shot four or five loads up in her and it was leaking down her legs. Lana got to do the honors, while her wife cleaned my cock. Lana was still licking up my cum when I shot a load down Chantelle’s throat, so I ordered Chantelle to join her wife. Mary came on both their faces.
“Can we keep them?” Mary asked, panting hard from her orgasm.
“Sure, Mare,” I told her, liking the idea of having a pair of married lesbians for sex slaves.
We got into my silver Mustang, proud owners of two more sluts. Mary had them follow in their beat up old Honda Civic. It may have been red once, or blue, or white. So many side panels and fenders had been replaced over the years, who could say what the cars original color was. I had to resist speeding like a manic since I wasn’t sure the Honda could keep up, but we eventually made our way through the terrible Seattle traffic in downtown and reached the Space Needle.
After a brief stop at the Restaurant so I could give the staff some instructions, we went up to the observation deck and saw the breathtaking view from the top of the Space Needle. You could see for practically forever. Seattle looked amazing, sandwiched on an isthmus between the Puget Sound to the west and Lake Washington to the east. Mount Rainier was as imposing as ever, the mountain’s glacier looked on fire from the setting sun. We watched the sun set behind the Olympic Mountains across the Sound.
As the last rays of the sun vanished behind the purple shadow of the distant Olympics, I fell to one knee, and reached into my pocket. Lana and Chantelle, who had been enjoying the romantic vista with each other, gathered around. Lana had my camcorder and, thanks to the heads up I gave her, was filming. Mary had this stunned yet excited look on her face and was slowly blushing a deep red.
I fumbled getting the box out of my pocket, almost dropping it, but I just manage to hold on. I opened the ring box and held it up. “Mary, I stole your heart and then you stole mine, and while we may not have known each other long, it has been long enough for me to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed, eyes full of tears.
She pulled me up and threw her arms about me and kissed me thoroughly. Time seemed to stop and there was only Mary and I, connected body and soul. Our bodies were pressed together, out tongues in each other’s mouth. I staggered when she broke the kiss, leaning on Mary to avoid falling down while she clung tightly to me for support. Around us, other tourists clapped and whistled. I pulled the black diamond engagement ring out of the box and my hand trembled as I slid it onto her left ring finger and then we were kissing again.
The applause and cheers died away when we both kissed Lana and Chantelle and the spectators all walked away in confusion or disgust, or both. But Mary and I didn’t care. We were happy to share our love with out sluts. Mary clung tightly to me as we headed down to the Skycity Restaurant, one floor below the observation deck.
To surprise Mary, I had left her outside when I gave the staff my specific instructions, so she didn’t know what to expect and she was excited to find out. The Maitre D’ was waiting outside the restaurant entrance next to a close sign. He was politely apologizing to customers who wanted to dine there. He let the four of us pass with a stiff nod, clearly unhappy but unable to object. In the restaurant the female, attractive members of the wait staff lined up naked save for little, white waist aprons, leaving their flat stomachs and beautiful breasts on display. There were six of them, all gorgeous in their own, unique ways.
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