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—– Mandi Starts Part 2. Dave will finish it —–A gentle thud woke me from a sound sleep. It took more than a few seconds for my brain to realize where I was.“Oh yeah, I remember now. I’m on a big plane that is touching down at what I hope is our intended destination, the International Airport in Papeete, Tahiti. Looking around, I gradually get my bearings. I’m wrapped up in a blanket, lying back in a luxurious, business-class seat next to my husband, Dave, who appears to still be asleep. Then I began recalling the best part of the trip. I had spent a memorable three hours in a small, supposedly secret, but surprisingly comfortable flight crew rest area with a devastatingly sexy, late-thirties to early forties off-duty pilot. His name was Barry, and he was Black. I had coerced (okay, seduced) him into inducting me into the “Mile High Club,” something I had wanted to accomplish since I heard about it. I accomplished this in part by meandering around LAX’s departure area wearing a thin, near-scandalously short, button-front, strawberry-red dress that I cleverly contrived to be so tight it fits like a second skin. Of course, no underwear could be worn under the dress, nor was any included in what I had packed. I was also encouraged by Dave, who said the online rules of the club called for one of the parties to be a licensed pilot and not be the other participant’s travel partner. There were a few exceptions, but I wanted to follow the rules to the letter.Barry and I experienced some of the most intense and unforgettable sex of my twenty-four-plus years. As a reminder, I can still feel some of Barry’s copious dried cum clinging to my tits. I could not imagine a more perfect way to start a vacation.Daylight is streaming in the cabin windows, and I felt the giant 747 immediately begin braking heavily. The sudden slowing, combined with the roar of the reverse thrusters of the four massive jet engines, was enough to rouse Dave from his slumber. “Are we there yet?” he mumbled.“Close, but we still have the ferryboat ride.”“Oh yeah. I almost forgot.”Our plane safely slowed and began its long taxi to the arrival gate. Taking a peek under the blanket to see what condition my dress was in, I found the buttons on top were open to below my navel, and the hem of the dress had worked its way almost to my waist. So it was no surprise that my libido was back in action despite nearly three hours of non-stop sex. As brief as it would probably be, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to take advantage of the time the plane would take to taxi to the gate. First, I slid one hand onto my breasts and began pinching my nipples. Then, using my other hand, I reached for one of Dave’s hands and slid it under my blanket, demanding that he finger-fuck my suddenly horny and dripping pussy.“I can’t help it, Babe. After almost three hours of glorious and amazing sex with Barry, I’m already horny again.” Dave understood, saying, “That’s the Mandi I know and love. Anything less, and I would be shocked.”He was immediately on his A-game. He thrust first two and then three fingers into my soaking wet pussy and used his thumb to arouse my clit. In less time than it took for the plane to taxi to the arrival gate, an orgasm tore through my nearly naked body. I stuck the corner of the blanket into my mouth to stifle any outcry. Otherwise, I was able to keep my body under control. As we slowly drew up to the gate, I couldn’t resist the temptation to reach under Dave’s blanket to see if he was hard. I was thrilled when I discovered a solid erection inside his pants. Dave playfully removed his fingers from my pussy, bringing them to his lips to lick and savor my girly cum juices. “Yummy,” was all he said, and I knew this vacation was definitely bursa escort off to a perfect start.I knew I had to do something with my dress to achieve some small semblance of decency. But I was also tired of the encapsulated feeling of being all buttoned up. So I opted to leave most of the buttons unfastened. As a result, the top of the dress was open, almost to my navel. The two bottom-most buttons at the hem were also unfastened. But until I got out of my seat, I had no idea how risqué it would look.Standing up, I watched Dave’s eyes as I straightened the dress. For the second time in the last fourteen-plus hours, I saw the combination of shock and pleasure cover his face. He said, “You are at least a fifteen on a scale of ten, and I pronounce you ready to rock. Other than wiping off the last of Barry’s dried cum that’s on your tits, don’t you dare change a thing.” “Okay, I won’t. But the dried cum stays. It’s my badge of honor, and I’ll carry it proudly. But please tell me, how much more skin am I showing?”“I’m not sure it really matters, and I honestly won’t know until you start moving around. But since we’re only about an hour from our destination, most of those traveling with us to Moorea will see more of your skin once we are there. So, except for the partial color change on your tits, you look the same. And you won’t feel so confined by the dress.”Okay. I’ll go with the flow, then.”“That’s my girl.”The next thirty minutes involved the usual after-flight arrival routines, including retrieving our luggage and connecting with the ferry boat to Moorea. The bus ride to the docks was mercifully brief. However, the boat was not at the pier, so many vacationers were standing around waiting for its arrival.The skies were beautifully clear, warm, and sunny, but there was a significant breeze that was causing somewhat choppy water. Noticing that, Mandi said she would be standing at the front of the boat since keeping her eyes on the horizon was her way of avoiding seasickness.We hadn’t been standing there for more than a few minutes when an attractive couple approached us. Looking at me with a slightly sexy grin, the woman politely said, “Excuse me. May I ask you a couple of questions?”Smiling back at her, I replied, “Sure. Fire away.””By any chance, is your first name Mandi, and if so, are you going to Club Hinaloa?”Hesitatingly, I replied, “At the risk of appearing rude, and before I answer, what makes you think my name is Mandi, and why are you asking?”Laughing, she replied, “If your name is Mandi, you’ll understand my next question. Have you ever been to a nightclub on the outskirts of Los Angeles called ‘Secrets?”Having that question asked nearly halfway around the world just about knocked me over with a feather. I decided to play it coy and said, “Well, yes, we were there once. But what makes you think it was me?”“Easy. It’s nearly impossible to forget someone as striking as you. You were wearing a black and purple dress that hardly covered anything. You were being fucked at the bar by a Black guy you apparently didn’t know. You took a load of his cum all over your tits, then were helped onto the bar where you danced naked. The DJ publicly introduced you to the crowd as Mandi. Finally, you concluded your “performance” on the bar by frigging yourself and squirting all over the face of one of the club owners. I was standing less than six feet from you when that all went down.”Looking at each other and laughing uproariously, Dave and I shrugged our shoulders as if to say, “We’re busted.” Instead, I replied with a proud look on my face. “Okay. I’m guilty as charged, and yes, we will be at Club Hinaloa for two weeks. I’m genuinely flattered that you would remember all that.” “I’m not trying bursa escort bayan to embarrass you, Mandi. Quite the contrary. I want you to know that ever since I watched what you were doing and being so uninhibited, I constantly fantasized about doing the same thing, thinking, ‘When I grow up, I want to be just like Mandi.”“Wow,” I replied. “That’s quite a compliment coming from such an attractive woman. And I’m certain that Dave will agree when I say that we appreciate you making the first move.” At that point, introductions seemed appropriate. Their names were Craig and Jocelyn, and they were from Orange County, just outside L.A.As we continued to chat, I couldn’t help but notice Jocelyn’s attractiveness. She was what many would refer to as a being “willowy,” meaning tall, slender, and graceful. She had a flat stomach, a narrow waist, a nice butt, and great legs, which is number one in Dave’s book. Craig looked to be an inch or two taller than Dave, handsome, and appeared to be quite fit. I’d fuck either of them, or preferably both, in a heartbeat and began thinking of naughty ways to make that happen.Turning my attention to Craig, I said, “If you don’t mind, now it’s my turn to ask you a question. Okay?”“Go for it, and don’t hold anything back.”“I won’t. Since you were at Secrets, an openly Lifestyle and swinger-friendly night club, do you two enjoy ‘playing’ with others outside of your marriage?”Hesitating, Craig said, “Well, not yet. Jocelyn and I have been fantasizing about being with others, and we were at Secrets that night to get a taste of what swinging might be like.Jocelyn jumped in, saying, “I got so turned on watching you that I knew it was something I wanted and needed to experience. But Craig isn’t so sure he can accept my being with someone else even though it meant I’d be okay with him being with another woman. That’s why we picked this resort for our special vacation, as we were certain we wouldn’t run into anyone we knew. Now it looks like we may have found the perfect couple to provide the guidance we need.”“We’d be thrilled to play that role,” Dave responded, “And we would both enjoy starting you down that road should you wish to begin the journey. You two sound exactly like us less than two years ago when Mandi first brought up the same subject. She was the one that was hot to trot and told me so, and I was the one with all the uncertainties. But as you saw at Secrets, we worked it all out. We are now totally committed to two things; each other and the concept that monogamy is not a requirement for a long and successful marriage.”“How about we have drinks and dinner this evening and chat about this in more depth?” I suggested.“Craig and Jocelyn looked at each other, nodded, and Craig said, “That would be perfect. Let’s meet at the main bar at six o’clock.” Smiling at Jocelyn, I said, “I’ll be wearing something showing lots of skin. I hope you will be too.”Just as I said that, the ferry finally pulled up to the dock. Jocelyn and Craig headed for the inside seating while I went straight to the front of the main deck directly above the bow. I was expecting a short and uneventful journey to the resort. It turned out to be short but not exactly uneventful. I had no idea how dramatically this boat ride would impact our vacation.The seas were even rougher than expected. But by standing at the front of the ferry, I successfully avoided any seasickness. On the other hand, it resulted in my being totally drenched by a big wave. That also took care of washing off the last of Barry’s cum.When we arrived at Club Hinaloa, I was soaked to the skin, and only two buttons held the dress together. Any concerns I might have had about my attire being too revealing were now gone.Finally escort bursa arriving at the resort, we somehow found ourselves at the end of the welcoming and check-in line. This also ended up being a blessing in disguise.Craig and Jocelyn were much closer to the front. They walked over to us as they left the welcoming area and said they would take a nap and see us at about 6:00 PM. Jocelyn also whispered to me that she was horny, would be showing lots of skin, and would be ready for some play time. Whispering back to her, I told her, “You’re not the only one feeling that way.”As we neared the check-in counter, we were greeted by a gorgeous young Polynesian woman. She welcomed us warmly and said our luggage would be delivered directly to our room shortly after registering. I was sure she must have noticed my soaking wet dress was still dripping water, but it didn’t seem to phase her.Following an equally fast and efficient check-in, another attractive Polynesian woman handed each of us a large glass of a traditional Tahitian beverage. She then politely directed us to an adjoining room where she said we would be greeted by (and using the French term) the “Chef du village” as if we were boarding a luxury cruise ship. Entering the room, I could still feel liquid dripping down my legs. I wondered how much was seawater and how much was my pussy juice.To say we were pleasantly surprised by who was standing there with welcoming smiles on their faces would have been the understatement of the year. It was not some old codger dressed in a formal white suit but an attractive, tan, and barely-clothed couple. The man was a tall, handsome, and obviously fit gentleman who appeared to be in his late thirties to mid-forties. He only wore a brief “Speedo” style, T-back swimsuit and was built like a swimmer or a pro sand volleyball player. The woman was shorter, younger, astonishingly beautiful, and topless, wearing only a brief micro-mini sarong sitting extremely low on her slender hips. It was tied so that anyone looking at her could tell she could not be wearing anything under the mini-sarong. A pair of strappy, wedge-style high-heel shoes and tasteful jewelry completed her ensemble.Dave had obviously made the right choice when selecting our vacation destination.The two greeters were finishing with another arriving guest, and I whispered in Dave’s ear, “My god. Those two are gorgeous. I could fuck them both right here, right now.”Laughing, Dave replied, “You aren’t the Lone Ranger, Mandi. But I’ll leave the guy to you.” As the couple ahead of us departed, the greeters smiled warmly and waved us forward. Then, speaking to us in near-perfect English with a delightful and sexy French accent, they welcomed us by our first names. They introduced themselves as Cameron (but you can call me Cam) and Emy, adding that they were the managing partners of Club Hinaloa.Looking directly at me, Cameron said, “Ever since we saw the pictures on your reservation sheets, we have been looking forward to your arrival. But I must say your picture doesn’t do you justice.” Then, with a wink, he added, “You are a stunningly beautiful woman who we are sure will garner a lot of attention and may even instigate some new excitement during your stay. Emy, nodding her head and chuckling, added, “We couldn’t help noticing by your soaking wet dress that you must have been standing at the front of the boat on the trip over from Papeete. You aren’t the first guest to arrive here soaking wet, and I’m sure you won’t be the last. But you are undoubtedly the sexiest.”“Gosh,” Mandi said. “A compliment from a woman like you that exemplifies the term sexy is genuinely appreciated.”“It’s genuine, Mandi. But it would be best if you got out of that wet dress. We don’t want you catching a cold on the first day of your vacation.”“But this is all I have to wear right now. If it comes off, I’ll be naked. I wouldn’t think you’d want me walking around your resort with nothing on.”