Pleasure Island
Copyright© 2022 by MariannaLove
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Justin ... Meeting Chelsea
That morning when my aunt called to tell me someone was coming to the island, I was a bit perturbed. It was finally the quiet season where I got to enjoy the beauty of the area all to myself with several of my friends who either stayed on the island or visited periodically for our get-togethers.
We all went to high school together and have kept in touch. We have a special bond one might say. And being on a private island allows us to do certain activities at our leisure. However, when she sent me a picture of this amazing doll, I couldn’t help but get excited.
I live on a private island in the main house with my friends Naomi and Charles. We stay on the island all year and we have this open relationship.
Stefano lives on the island as well, but he stays in one of the bungalows in the forest. He’s also our chef. He loves to cook and we gladly let him.
Then there’s Asif, Cristian, and Andre who all live on the mainland but visit.
As I walked up to her eyeing me as if I was a mirage, I got a good feeling inside. She was just a vision of absolute beauty. Her skin was velvety smooth, looked like she had been dipped in chocolate. Her lips were full. Her big brown eyes scanned me up and down before I spoke to introduce myself, “Hello, Justin. You must be Chelsea.”
Her voice was a sweet mezzo-alto that resonated in my ears. I grabbed her bags and allowed her to walk a little ahead of me so I could check her out. She was slim but full in all the right places. I was having a hard time concentrating on behaving myself.
We took a cab over to the docks and later caught the ferry. The night air was a little cool. I offered her my jacket and sat close to her. I looked over at her, “What brings you to the island all alone?”
She hesitated but responded, “I’m running away from a cheating boyfriend.”
“I see. You’d prefer a faithful man?”
“I mean. Most women do right? Especially if the man is expecting me to be faithful. He should be too.”
I smiled, “I live with three people. We are in an open relationship. We have fun. No fuss. No confusion.”
At first, she stared at me. Then she asked a series of questions, “So, like the three of you ... you know?”
“We do and quite often.”
“Do y’all like to do it at the same time or do you take turns?”
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