Pleasure Island
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - Chelsea Miller is a 25-year-old Makeup Artist. She cohabitates with her boyfriend Aston whom she hopes to marry one day. However, Ashton does not have plans to be tied down to any one woman. He feels variety is the spice of life and lives to his motto. One day, Chelsea arrives home early from work she gets to witness her boyfriend of five years sexing two women in their bed. She threatens to leave. Find out what happens when Chelsea heads to Pleasure Island and goes buck wild.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Cheating Sharing Group Sex Orgy Swinging Interracial Black Male Black Female White Male White Female Hispanic Male Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Oral Sex Squirting Big Breasts
Ashton. Missing Chelsea
Sunday evening, I was chilling at the crib playing my game. It was something to do to keep my mind off of Chelsea being gone. I really thought not having her around was going to be easy but I found myself asking her where stuff was and waiting for a response only to realize that she was gone. Playing my game became my refuge.
The house didn’t have the scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies or a home-cooked meal which is something she did on Sundays. “Argggg, fuck!!!” I bellowed and set the controller on the sofa, “stop playing games Chelsea, fuck,” I said in aggravation.
I picked up my cellphone and called her but she still had my number blocked. I called her friend, “Hey, have you heard from ya girl?”
She sucked her teeth, “I have.”
“Okay. Where is she?” I asked. She had always been instrumental in helping me fix things with Chelsea.
“I don’t know.”
“So, it’s like that?”
“Ashton, you know I love you like a play cousin but I don’t know where she is.”
“I thought you said you heard from her.”
“Yes. I called her. We spoke and that was it.”
“Did she say where she was?”
She hesitated and then responded, “She didn’t say.”
“Why did you hesitate?”
“Because when we talked, she said that she was on an island fucking a bunch of random people she just met.”
“You know what, girl, bye.” I ended the call. I had no idea why she was being difficult. I figured I’d give her another day to clear her head and ask again. She had to know something.
I stood. I suddenly felt the urge. Sunday was one of my favorite days to spend with Chelsea after lunch on the sofa playing a freaky card game where she had a deck of cards with various sexual positions. Each one of us pulled three cards from the deck and got to do whatever was on the cards to each other.
My dick was hard in my pants. I needed to stroke, my man. The doorbell sounded just as I was pulling up a video. I walked over and looked through the peephole. It was ol’ girl that had been over the last couple of nights, Elise, I opened the door.
She wore a thin piece of cloth holding up her breasts that was tied around her neck and back with a pair of black terry cloth shorts. I grinned, she came over for one thing, and lucky for her I was horny as fuck, “Hey, sup?”
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