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a living dildo, driving Blondie crazy as it filled and stretched and plundered him.
    Oh God, it's all too much! I've got to come!
    Laurie worked at herself hard, as hard as Dark-Eyes and Blondie were working each other, as fiercely and as desperately as they slammed their rocking, pulsing bodies together.
    Then, within seconds, her orgasm was like a starburst, breaking within as a brilliant, multicolored firework display might cascade and burst in the velvet night above them all. She strained to watch her partners as her pussy clutched and clenched, but her eyes rolled up momentarily. Overcome, she stumbled against the window frame, her hand a working, wriggling demon inside her knickers.
    It was so sweet. So intense, in a way she'd never known before. A shared experience, yet in a bizarre and deliciously perverse way.
    When she fell back out of the sky into her own throbbing body, Laurie's eyes snapped open and she was with her men again. They were coming now, bodies in violent motion, groaning loud enough to rouse even the shagged out neighbors from Cabana Two. Semen spurted out into the tropical night, jetting white and pearly from between Dark-Eyes' gripping fingers.
    But he and his lover didn't tumble to the floor. They both clung on to the window frame, swaying but upright, clutching at each other, chests heaving, expressions strangely tender in the quiet aftermath. Their closeness moved Laurie, and inexplicably, or perhaps explicably, her eyes misted with tears.
    They do care. They really care for each other.
    And then, against all reason, Dark-Eyes' dazed expression cleared again, and the way he looked at her showed concern for her too. He gave her a questioning look, a little lift of the head, as if inviting her over to share the afterglow with them, and come down from the high in their company. Blondie seemed to wake up when Dark-Eyes murmured in his ear, and when his eyes opened, his smile was dazzling, friendly and beatific... and aimed at Laurie.
    Temptation twisted her heart hard. She wanted to go, but somehow, despite everything, it was too soon. The two lovers were too wound up in each other at this moment, and it seemed wrong of her to intrude. Dark-Eyes seemed to sense her decision and gave her a little nod, with a smile too. Almost gentle. Blondie lifted his hands and blew a kiss in her direction.
    Laurie nodded in response, and then finally backed away from the window, leaving the sated pair to their world of mutual intimacy.
     
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    The next day, she thought. She thought long and hard.
    Does orgasm always provoke catharsis like this?
    With the frolicsome boy-girl-boy trio getting frisky around the pool, and her two "lovers" gone off scuba diving or pursuing some other strenuous island activity, Laurie found a quiet beach about twenty minutes walk away, on which to lie and mull things over. It dawned on her that she'd been in a sort of thee-way relationship for a while now, with Jim and Melanie, but she just hadn't known about it. She'd kept telling herself since she'd arrived on the island that her fianc's betrayal didn't bother her, but now she knew it did. She'd been living in denial, mainly, until last night. When hot night air, over-proof rum and simmering grief had transformed her into someone who'd do the sort of thing that she'd never dreamed of ever doing before.
    But watching, and pleasuring herself with Dark-Eyes and Blondie
had
changed her. Outré and not her as it seemed, she was part of a new threesome now. And despite her qualms, and the sense of shock she felt when she reminded herself what she'd done, she felt closer to her ersatz partners than she had to anyone in a long time. Despite the fact they'd never touched, and barely yet spoken.
    She still wasn't really sure which was which. Either one could be Ed; either one could be Denny. But she was bound to them whichever one was which, joined by that sweetest of stolen orgasms.
    There was a note lying on her mat when she