The night of his birthday, Gail sent Mike, Brian, and Jimmy
on ahead to the beach, where they were to build a fire to fend off the slight
chill of the night air. She and the girls stayed behind with the excuse that
they had last minute food preparations to make for their beach picnic. Once the
men had left, she and the other girls made their plans for the night.
By the time the girls arrived at the beach, it was dark.
Gail could see Mike and the others where they sat by the fire drinking beer.
The musicians she had arranged for the evening's entertainment were already in
place. She sent a text to the musicians, and they began playing the same island
music as had been played at the luau. Their husbands couldn't see the wives where
they were standing further down the beach, but now, they slowly began dancing
the hula as they made their way to where their husbands were waiting.
The girls were naked except for their grass skirts. The
island breeze caressed Gail's breasts, her nipples hardening. She felt her
pussy getting moist. By now they were close enough to the fire that their
husbands could see them. The men were staring. Janet was in the lead, and Gail
thought she could feel her husband's desire for Janet. As Janet moved around
the fire, Karen followed, and all of the men were watching her. Finally, Gail
came into the flickering light. Mike smiled when he saw her, and she could feel
how much he wanted her, but she moved toward Brian and Jimmy while Janet and
Karen danced in front of her husband.
The girls had practiced for several days, but it was very
different dancing by the light of the flickering fire, barefoot in the sand.
Karen slipped and fell into Mike--or at least, Gail thought she slipped.
Knowing Karen, it might all have been planned. Mike put his hands out to catch
her and found his hands full of Karen's breasts. She giggled and kissed him,
then scrambled back to her feet and danced away.
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