The sun had slipped behind the horizon, leaving the private cove in a bruised-purple twilight. The resort’s infinity pool glowed turquoise, its underwater lights painting four naked bodies in shifting color. Vikram and Manisha had booked the over-water villa for their anniversary; Rohan and Tara had come as “plus-ones” (a joke that stopped being funny the moment the first bottle of champagne was uncorked).
Now the champagne was gone, the glass doors flung open to the salt-thick night, and the only sounds were waves lapping the stilts and the wet slap of skin on skin.
They’d started in the pool.
Manisha floated on her back, breasts bobbing just above the waterline, nipples tight from the cool breeze. Vikram stood waist-deep behind her, hands cupping her tits, thumbs flicking the peaks until she whimpered. Rohan and Tara watched from the pool’s edge, Tara’s bikini top already discarded, her dark areolas glistening with pool water.
Rohan moved first. He waded in, the water parting around his hips, and slid behind Tara. His hands replaced Vikram’s on Manisha’s breasts, kneading the soft weight, rolling her nipples between rough fingers. Manisha’s head fell back against Vikram’s shoulder, a low moan swallowed by the crash of a wave.
Tara’s turn. She pushed off the edge, gliding through the water like a shark. When she reached Vikram, she pressed her slick body to his front, trapping Manisha between them. Her mouth found Vikram’s—hungry, open, tasting of salt and champagne. Vikram’s cock, already hard, nudged Tara’s belly under the water.
They migrated to the villa’s teak deck, dripping, the warm wood rough under bare feet. A wide daybed waited, piled with white cushions now soaked through. Manisha was laid out first, legs spread, the turquoise light painting her pussy in glowing detail—swollen, slick, begging.
Vikram knelt between her thighs. He didn’t rush. He started with slow, flat licks from entrance to clit, savoring the briny taste of ocean and her. Manisha’s hips bucked; Rohan pinned them down, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard enough to leave marks. Tara straddled Manisha’s face, lowering her dripping cunt until Manisha’s tongue speared inside her. The four of them moved in a slow, filthy rhythm—lick, suck, grind.
Rohan’s patience snapped. He flipped Tara onto all fours beside Manisha, ass high. Vikram shifted, sliding two fingers into Manisha’s pussy, curling hard while his tongue flicked her clit. Rohan lined up behind Tara and thrust in—one brutal stroke, balls-deep. Tara cried out, the sound muffled against Manisha’s thigh as she licked where Vikram’s fingers stretched her friend wide.
The deck creaked under the force. Rohan fucked Tara hard, hips snapping, the wet slap of his balls against her clit echoing over the water. Vikram stood, fisting his cock—thick, flushed, veins standing out. He pulled Manisha to the edge of the daybed, legs over his shoulders, and slammed home. The angle was perfect; each thrust battered her G-spot, her pussy gushing around him.
Manisha came first—hard, sudden, her walls clamping down as she screamed into Tara’s cunt. Tara followed, grinding back on Rohan’s cock, her orgasm triggering his. Rohan pulled out at the last second, painting Tara’s ass and lower back in thick, hot stripes.
Vikram wasn’t finished. He spun Manisha around, bending her over the daybed’s arm. Rohan, still hard, knelt in front of her, feeding her his cum-slick cock. Manisha sucked him clean, moaning around the length as Vikram re-entered her from behind—deeper now, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with every punishing thrust.
Tara recovered, sliding beneath Manisha in a 69. She licked Vikram’s shaft where it stretched Manisha wide, then sucked Manisha’s clit into her mouth. The dual assault shattered Manisha again; her pussy spasmed, milking Vikram until he roared, spilling deep inside her, pulse after pulse, until it leaked down her thighs and onto Tara’s waiting tongue.
They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the ocean breeze cooling sweat-slick skin. The pool lights flickered off, leaving only moonlight and the slow roll of waves.
Manisha laughed first—breathless, wrecked.
Tara licked a stray drop from her lip.
Rohan pulled Vikram close, the taste of all of them still on their tongues.
The villa had a king bed inside.
They never made it that far.
The night was young, and the tide was coming in.