Pleasure Island
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 31
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 31 - 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
Stefano ... My Biggest Regret
It was good to see Chelsea. I was happy they came back for the party. I had cooked so much food that Naomi messed with me that morning and said, “Are you sure all this is for me?” she winked. It wasn’t a secret that I had a crush on Chelsea. I admitted to Naomi one night but I couldn’t do anything with it.
That night at the party during the orgy, as I pressed my way inside her tight little hole, I realized maybe I had given up too soon. Her hand reached back and touched my face. There I was stroking her like old times. I missed going to sleep with her at night. I missed our conversations.
After we shared a beautiful moment that night, everyone was chilling trying to regain their strength. I sat next to the lounge chair where she sat. I touched her thigh, “You look happy.”
She nodded with that gorgeous smile, “I am. I haven’t felt secure in a long time.” She touched my face.
I wanted to tell her that I shouldn’t have stepped aside. But she looked happy and Christian was my friend. He looked happy. I couldn’t stand in the way of that. I had to be content with the moments on the island.
Later that night before they left for their quarters, I stopped Christian, “How are things?” he had this huge grin. His face lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Great.”
“Just make sure you take care of her.”
“You know I will, man.”
“If you don’t, you’ll have to answer to me.”
He laughed, “I don’t want no smoke.”
I hugged him.
“Come with us to the cabana.”
“Really?”
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