Naked Truths and Open Love
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Chapter 11: Endless Tides
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 11: Endless Tides - A drifter artist shed’s his inhibitions and drops the weight of the past. This isn’t your typical romance. It’s about growing into who you are meant to be. There are exhibitionists, voyeurs, lesbians, group sex, and lots of shared love. Expect steamy moments and naked truths. You will find love, vulnerability, and a whole lot of skin. Be bold, be free and dive in. Let the tides carry you.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Spanking Group Sex Harem Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Pregnancy Squirting
It had been a month since Emma’s heels clicked out of my life for good. Elena’s ankle was back in action. My bruises were all gone, and I had gained some muscles. Claire, Elena, and I were solid together. Mind, body, and soul. All bare and raw for each other. We also planned to seal our commitment our way. A naked wedding under the sun’s unapologetic glare.
The villa buzzed with a new kind of heat today. The backyard garden was our altar. A simple and wild setup. Elena had picked her favorite flower arrangements. Claire had hung fairy lights above us. Rosa had arranged the best of my portraits of Elena and Claire around us. And Dot? Let’s just say she arranged enough buzz for everyone.
The ocean roared like it was hyping us up. Rosa and Dot walked in naked first. They had a joint in one hand and a beer in another. They had finally settled on having a small landing strip just above their bald pussies. Rosa had gone a step up and craved a small dot in the middle. She had also gotten a replica tattoo of a slithering snake around her hips. They were our crew and our witness. But I could tell Rosa had her own plans for Dot.
Claire stood between me and Elena. I was still obsessed with her huge breasts and barbell piercings. A ruby navel piercing glinted in the sunlight, and a diamond clit piercing flashed like a dare. Her lavender scent wrapped around us like a warm embrace.
Elena’s blue eyes blazed as she looked at me and Claire. Her tight nipples were perpetually stiff these days. She had shaved her pussy clean. I stood there, comfortable in my skin. My cock was half-hard. This was my usual state nowadays. My heart hammered in anticipation of making our family official.
Rosa raised her beer with a grin. “To the hottest damn trio!” she shouted. “Get hitched, you sexy fuckers!”
Dot snorted. “Don’t fuck it up, Picasso,” she teased and winked at me.
We’d done the courthouse thing a week ago. All papers signed for our legal trio marriage. It was a quiet affair with no fuss. This was more of our soul vow. A simple celebration of our true love, raw and bare.
I went first. “Claire, Elena, you dragged me out of the dark. Claire, you’re my anchor. You keep me grounded and real. Elena, you’re my fire. You challenge me to be better in everything. I vow to love you and sketch your hearts forever. We will build our loving family together.”
Claire’s hazel eyes shimmered. “Elliot, your bar sketch saw my soul. Elena, you lit my fire when I was ice. I vow to love and hold you both. We will carry our kids together. You’re my home, forever.”
Elena’s grin was fierce. “Sketchpad, you don’t even know how special you are. You broke my fucking walls on day one. Claire, you’re my heart. I vow to fight for us and raise our babies in this wild tide. No one’s stealing you from me.”
Claire pulled out three leather cords. Each with a tiny seashell. We tied them on each other’s wrists. Dot whooped and tossed flower petals that stuck to our sweaty skin. Rosa clapped and jumped around like a Duracell bunny.
Claire’s lips crashed onto mine. Elena joined in on the three-way kiss. It was always a mess, but we never had enough patience to kiss two people one by one. We loved it sloppy.
Rosa stepped up. Her eyes locked on Dot. She dropped to her knees. “Dot, you’re my fucking chaos,” she said while holding a shell-carved ring. “Be officially mine, you badass bitch.”
Dot’s jaw dropped. Then she laughed hoarsely. “Fuck, Rosa, you’re gonna wreck me. Maybe I shouldn’t, but why not? Hell yeah. I’m in, you wild hussy.” She yanked Rosa up and kissed her lips hard.
Elena smirked at them. “Villa’s yours tonight, Dot, Rosa. Tear it up if you want. We’ve got a tide to ride.”
Claire’s eyes gleamed, her hand squeezing mine. “We have a special place to visit, shy guy. Let’s make it ours.”
I followed behind Elena and Claire towards the cliffs. The tide was about to roll in, and the girls were not stopping. I soon understood their destination.
We reached the cave before the tide started. It was the same cave where I had carried Elena. The same place where I felt the utter despair knowing the two women I loved were already together. It was the place where our relationship had started. This was our secret place now.
Claire had turned it into a fucking paradise. Warm lights draped over the rocks. A thick inflatable mattress was placed on the platform. It had pillows and blankets for comfort. A cooler packed with beers and snacks was placed on the side. The ocean’s roar echoed as the tide filled in. We were sealed in our private haven.
Elena and Claire stripped out of their clothes, and I followed. Elena pushed me to sit on the mattress. She straddled my lap. Her toned ass settled on my thighs. She pressed her dripping pussy against my hard cock. Her blue eyes burned with intensity.
“There is no reason to be a gentleman, Sketchpad,” she teased. Her fingers trailed along my arm. “Bet you’re dying to rock your hips.” She reminded me playfully. “You can fuck us however you want, husband.”
I grinned and grabbed her hips. “Gonna fuck you deep, wife,” I said. I lifted her a bit. Her slick pussy lips parted around the tip of my cock. I slid her down onto my cock slowly.
She gasped, and her pussy walls clenched around my shaft. She rocked her hips to take me inch by slow inch. Her juices coated my balls.
“Fuck, Elliot,” she moaned. Her tits bounced as she rode me. She grabbed my shoulders for leverage. Her nails dug into my skin as we moved in unison.
I thrust up, deep and steady. The wet slap of our fucking mixed with the tide’s roar outside.
Claire knelt beside us. Her fingers circled her clit piercing as she watched us. “Claim her, husband,” she whispered. She kissed Elena hard. Their tongues intertwined as we picked up speed.
Elena’s moans hummed against her lips. Her pussy spasmed, and a sharp bite broke her lips as she came hard. Her juices soaked my cock.
“Husband!” she groaned and started trembling in my lap. I kept thrusting to draw out her climax. My balls were tight, but I held back.
Claire pushed Elena onto the mattress. “My turn, love,” she purred. Her voice was thick with need.