Then, the conversation shifted. The hushed tones became a little more animated, a little more… gossipy.
"Did you see and hear how loud Esther was?" Susan whispered, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Sarah giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "I know! I didn't think she had it in her."
"And Samuel…" Linda trailed off, a dreamy look in her eyes. "He was… so… into it."
"The way he touched her…" Diane murmured, her cheeks flushing again. "It was… wow."
Karen, usually the quietest, added, "It was so hot. I mean, really hot."
"It was more than just hot," Susan said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "It was… powerful. The way they were connected… it was like they were one."
"And those sounds…" Sarah whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've never heard anything like it."
They started to mimic some of the sounds they had heard, giggling and blushing as they did. They talked about the way I held Esther, the way she moved beneath me, the raw intensity of the moment.
They shared every small detail they had noticed, their voices hushed with a mix of excitement and awe. They discussed how tight Esther's pussy was and how it was gripping me tightly. They talked about how I was pounding her raw.
They were no longer just tired women regretting their actions. They were a group of friends, sharing a secret, reliving a moment that had clearly affected them deeply. They were gossiping about sex – hot, intense sex – and they couldn't get enough of it.
The conversation took a much dirtier turn.
"If I were in Esther's place," Susan began, a faraway look in her eyes, "I would have been riding him hard. I would have been grinding my pussy against him until I came apart. And I would have begged him to fill me up."
"Me too," Sarah agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "I would have been screaming his name and begging him to fuck me deeper, harder. I would have told him to tie me up and use me however he wanted."
"I would have whispered the dirtiest things about my body in his ear, things I haven't even told my husband about." Linda said, her voice low and husky.
"I would have told him I wanted him to bite me, to mark me, to make me his. I would have told him to fuck my brains out."
Karen, surprised by them saying all those things said, "I would have spread my legs wide and told him to take me. I would have let him do anything he wanted to my pussy, my tits, my ass. I would have been his complete and utter slut."
Diane, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke. "I would have been completely lost in the moment," she said softly. "I would have let him take control completely.
I would have begged him to make me his and never let me go. I would even be willing to roam around the villa naked like a dog if he wanted me to."
They started to share even more specific fantasies, each one more explicit than the last.
Susan imagined herself on top, controlling the pace, grinding down on me until she came in a screaming orgasm.
Sarah pictured herself bent over, begging me to spank her ass and then fuck her until she was breathless.
Linda fantasized about having me tie her up and tease her, slowly building the tension until she was begging for release.
Karen imagined herself on her knees, worshipping my cock, then spreading her legs wide and offering herself completely.
Diane dreamt of being pinned down, my weight pressing her into the bed as I fucked her deeply, making her cry out my name.
"I would have… I would have…" Susan stammered, then took a deep breath. "I would have told him to breed me. Right then and there. I would have begged him to fill me with his seed."
A collective gasp filled the room. That was the most explicit thing any of them had said so far.
"Oh my god," Sarah whispered, her eyes wide. "Me too. I would have begged him to make me pregnant with his baby."
The air in the room thickened with unspoken desires. They were all imagining themselves in Esther's place, experiencing that same raw, intense connection with me.
They were picturing themselves being just as wild, just as uninhibited, maybe even more so.
The shared voyeurism had ignited a fire within them, a fire that was now burning brightly in their imaginations, fueled by explicit fantasies of submission, domination, and raw, animalistic desire.
The conversation dropped to a new level of explicitness, the women now comfortable enough to share the details of their self-pleasuring from the night before.
"When I was touching myself," Susan began, her voice low and husky, "I kept picturing his cock inside me. I was imagining him pounding me, filling me up until I was overflowing.
I was thinking about how good it would feel to have him cum inside me, to feel his hot seed spilling into my cunt."
Sarah shivered, her cheeks flushed a deep red. "I was imagining him tying me up," she whispered, "And then using his fingers to tease my pussy until I was begging for him. I was picturing him fucking me so hard I couldn't even think straight."
Linda leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with lust. "I was picturing him whispering dirty things in my ear," she said, her voice barely audible.
"Telling me what a good little slut I was, telling me how much he wanted to fuck me. I was touching myself and imagining his tongue on my clit, driving me wild."
Karen, emboldened by the others' confessions, spoke in a surprisingly confident tone. "I was imagining him taking me from behind," she said, her breath catching in her throat.
"I was picturing him grabbing my hair and pulling my head back while he fucked me deep. I was touching myself and imagining his cock stretching me open, filling me up completely."
Diane, her voice trembling slightly, admitted, "I was imagining him pinning me down, his weight pressing me into the bed. I was picturing him kissing me hard, then fucking me slowly at first, building the tension until I was screaming for him to go faster. I was touching myself and imagining his cum dripping down my thighs."
They continued to share their fantasies, each one more graphic and explicit than the last. They talked about wanting to feel my hands on their bodies, my lips on their skin, my cock inside them.
They described the positions they wanted to try, the things they wanted me to say to them, the ways they wanted me to use them. They were completely uninhibited, their words filled with raw, animalistic desire.
They were no longer just gossiping; they were confessing their deepest, darkest fantasies, fueled by the memory of witnessing my intimacy with Esther.
They were completely uninhibited, their words filled with raw, animalistic desire, and a newfound confidence in expressing their previously unspoken dissatisfaction. The conversation shifted to the physical sensations they had experienced while watching and fantasizing.
"I think I came at least five times last night," Susan whispered, her voice still laced with a lingering sense of awe. "I've never come that many times in one night, not even with that husband of mine."
"Five? I think I was closer to six," Sarah replied, her cheeks flushed. "I kept picturing him… you know… going down on me, and I just couldn't stop touching myself.
I've never even let my husband do me down there that many times. It just felt wrong with him not to forget he would be out cold after cumming 2-3 times. But imagining it with Samuel… it felt like it would be the most natural thing in the world for me to do."
Linda let out a small, breathy laugh. "I lost count," she admitted. "I was so focused on imagining him inside me, doing all those dirty things I've always wanted to try but never wanted to with my husband.
I was thinking about him spanking me, biting me, calling me his slut. I've never even thought about being called that before, but hearing him say it to Esther… it just made me so hot. I came so hard each time."
Karen, still surprising them with her openness, confessed, "I think I came seven times. I was imagining him… well, I was imagining him using me in ways I can't even say out loud. Things I would never, ever do with my husband nor let him do. Things I wouldn't even dream of telling him. It was… intense."
Diane, her voice barely a whisper, added, "I came at least fivs times. I was imagining him pinning me down and whispering things in my ear, things that would make me blush even to think about now. He was so dominant with Esther, and I was imagining him being like that with me, taking complete control over my body.
I've never felt this way before, not even close with my husband. I would never even think of asking Michael to do the things I was imagining Samuel doing to me."
They continued to discuss the details of their self-pleasuring, comparing notes on the specific fantasies that had driven them to orgasm. They talked about the positions they imagined, the words they longed to hear, the sensations they craved to feel.
They were sharing a secret world of desire, a world they had never dared to explore before, a world that existed only in their imaginations, fueled by the sight and sounds of my intimacy with Esther.
In their excitement, they had completely forgotten that they hadn't used their husbands' names at all.
They had only referred to them as "my husband," or similar titles, as if deliberately distancing themselves from the men they had married, unwilling to even acknowledge them by name.
It was as if their husbands weren't even important enough to be named in this context. It was also a way to avoid fully confronting the reality of their desires.
Saying their husbands' names aloud would have forced them to acknowledge they were fantasizing about cheating, a guilt they weren't interested in facing.
They were already willing to have sex with me, perhaps even in front of their husbands. But saying their husbands' names aloud felt like crossing another line.
It wasn't that they weren't willing to cross that line, but they weren't interested in the extra unnecessarily emotional baggage and guilt of acknowledging their infidelity—at least not at that moment.
It was a strange contradiction; they were ready for the physical act, but not interested in the full emotional and social implications of it.
The conversation lulled for a moment, the women lost in their own thoughts, replaying the events of the previous night in their minds.
The silence, however, was not uncomfortable. It was a comfortable silence, a shared understanding passing between them.
Then, Susan broke the silence, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You know what else I was thinking?" she began, her voice low and conspiratorial.
"I was thinking about how much I wanted him to… to mark me too. Like he did with Esther."
A collective gasp rippled through the room. The idea of receiving a similar mark, a physical symbol of my ownership, had clearly crossed all of their minds.
"Me too," Sarah whispered, her eyes wide with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. "I kept looking at it… that mark on her… and I just… I wanted one of my own."
Linda nodded slowly, her gaze distant. "It's like… a brand," she murmured. "A sign that you belong to him completely. It's… incredibly hot."
Karen, who had been quiet for a while, finally spoke, her voice barely audible. "I was thinking about where I would want mine," she confessed, her cheeks flushing a deep red. "Maybe… on my hip? Or… maybe on the back of my neck?"
Diane, her voice trembling slightly, added, "I was thinking about how it would feel… to have him mark me. To know that I belonged to him, body and soul.
I was even imagining him choosing the design, something that would show everyone that I'm his."
They discussed the placement of the mark, the design it might take, the sensation of it being branded onto their skin.
They imagined the power it would hold, the message it would send. It was a symbol of complete submission, a physical manifestation of their deepest desires.
They wanted to be owned, to be claimed, to be marked as mine, just like Esther. This shared desire, this yearning for a permanent mark symbolizing their connection to me, my ownership of them, fueled a new urgency in their conversation.
The desire to simply fantasize was no longer enough; they wanted to make their fantasies a reality.
"We have to do something," Susan said, her voice firm. "We can't just keep… thinking about it. We need to actually… make it happen."
"I agree," Linda said, nodding. "We're only here for a few more days. If we're going to do this, we need to do it soon."
"But how?" Sarah asked, her voice laced with apprehension. "He's with Esther. We can't just… barge in."
"We need a plan," Diane said, her normally quiet demeanor replaced by a determined glint in her eyes. "We need to figure out how to get him alone."
They began to brainstorm, throwing out different ideas, each one more audacious than the last.
"Maybe we could… invite him for drinks in one of our rooms?" Susan suggested. "Just a casual get-together. And then… we could see where things go."
"That's too risky," Linda countered. "He'll just think it's a friendly hangout. We need to be more… direct."
"What if we… pretended to need help with something?" Sarah offered. "Something that would require him to come to our room alone. And then… we could… make our move."
"That's a possibility," Karen said, considering the idea. "But it needs to be something believable. Something he wouldn't question."
Diane, after a moment of thought, suggested, "What if we… told him we wanted to talk to him? About something… personal. Something we didn't want Esther to hear."
This idea seemed to resonate with the others. It was vague enough to pique his curiosity, but also intimate enough to suggest something more.
"We could tell him we need his advice," Linda said, elaborating on Diane's idea. "About… our relationships. We could tell him we're having problems with our husbands and we need his perspective."
"And then," Susan added, a mischievous smile spreading across her face, "we could show him exactly what we're missing."
They continued to refine their plan, discussing the timing, the location, and the specific approach they would take.
They were determined to make their desires known, to experience the same intimacy with me that Esther had.
They were no longer just fantasizing; they were actively plotting, their shared desire driving them to take action.
They were desperate to experience the connection they had witnessed, and they were willing to do whatever it took to make it happen.
"We need to do this together," Linda said, her voice firm. "If one of us tries it alone, Esther will definitely notice. Plus, he won't fall for the same trick twice."
"I agree," Susan said. "It has to be all of us, at the same time. It's the only way it will work."
"But how do we get him alone with all of us?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowed. "That's going to be tricky."
Diane, after a moment of contemplation, suggested, "We could tell him we want to thank him. For… everything. For being such a good friend, for taking care of us, for… well, for everything."
"And then?" Karen asked, prompting her to continue.
"And then," Diane continued, a sly smile playing on her lips, "we could tell him we have a special gift for him. A way to show him how grateful we are."
"And that gift is… us?" Susan asked, her eyes widening.
Diane nodded. "Exactly. We can tell him we want to give him a… massage. All of us. As a thank you."
The other women exchanged excited glances. This was it. This was the perfect plan. It was believable, it was intimate, and it involved all of them, which was crucial.
"We'll tell him we want to give him a relaxing massage after a long day of exploring," Linda said, taking charge. "We'll set up some candles, play some soft music… create a nice atmosphere."
"And we'll make sure Esther isn't around," Susan added. "We can tell her we want it to be a surprise."
"We'll need to coordinate," Sarah said, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness. "We need to make sure we're all on the same page. We need to know exactly what we're going to do."
Then, Linda added a crucial element to their plan. "We also need to create a situation where he feels like he's… rescuing us. Like we're in some kind of trouble, and he's the only one who can help."
"What do you mean?" Karen asked, tilting her head.
"I mean," Linda explained, "We need to be… damsels in distress. It will make him feel needed, it will make him feel like a hero, and it will give us the perfect excuse to bring him to our room and an excuse to thank him."
"That's brilliant!" Susan exclaimed. "We could pretend something is wrong with the plumbing in our bathroom. Or maybe the air conditioning isn't working."
"Are you serious?" Sarah interjected. "We want him to feel like we need him, not like he's just our handyman.
Plumbing or air conditioner problems will make him feel like we only see him as someone useful for fixing things. We want him to feel close to us, not push him away.
Saying we heard a strange noise outside our windows, or even better, pretending we were being harassed—sexually harassed by someone—especially when we are out tomorrow to explore the island.
"You know," Sarah suggested, "wearing revealing clothes that would actually attract attention and harassment would be much more effective.
It would really trigger his protective instincts, making him want to be our savior. Imagine us looking visibly distressed, telling him some men were making unwanted advances.
That would give us the perfect excuse to bring him to our room to thank him for rescuing us." Sarah's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, adding a touch of realism to the plan.
"Perfect," Diane said, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "We'll tell him we're all together in one room because we're too scared to be alone after what happened. And then… we'll spring our surprise on him."
They then started discussing which clothes they should wear for their plan. Susan suggested something that showed off her cleavage, while Linda preferred a short skirt that would reveal her legs.
Sarah suggested something tight that would hug her curves, while Karen suggested something that would show off her back.
Diane suggested something simple yet revealing. They wanted to look vulnerable and attractive at the same time, ensuring I would feel both protective and drawn to them.
They spent the next hour meticulously planning every detail. They decided which room they would use, what kind of music they would play, and how they would approach me.
They even discussed the order in which they would touch me, ensuring everyone had a chance to express their desires.
They were determined to make this happen, to finally experience the intimacy they craved. They were ready to put their plan into action, using a carefully crafted scenario of distress to lure me into their trap of desire.
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