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Story Name: "Island Paradise: Revisited" (Part 9 of ??) -
               M/F, F/F & just about everything else
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   Before Amy's live Internet show took place a few days ago,
I sent an e-mail to Trish - Lindsay's old flame and an island
alum - giving her my personal username and password to the
website so she could have access to it.  My sincere hope was
that Trish would sign-on and see those live images of
Lindsay, and then come running back to her (and the island).
   I have said it a million times, and I'll say it a million
more if need be - Lindsay and Trish belong together.  There
was no doubt about that in my mind.  Trish told me moments
before leaving the island this past summer that she loved
Lindsay, and always would.  Even though one mention of Trish
usually made Lindsay frown, I knew the teen still loved her,
too.  Both of them belonged together.  It was that simple.
   Their reason for being apart was strictly geographical.
Trish wanted to be with her friends and family in Canada,
while Lindsay preferred staying here on the island.
   The original plan was once the summer ended, Lindsay was
going to move to Canada with Trish, so the two ladies could
spend the rest of their lives together.  That soon changed,
however, once Lindsay decided that she rather stay on the
island with Pamela and yours truly than move to Canada.
Once that happened, Trish opted to stay on the island, too.
Lindsay enjoyed the sun and the surf too much to leave.
   But a short time later, Trish decided that her life in
Canada was much too important to totally abandon.  She could
not commit herself to spending the remainder of her life on
the island - even if it meant leaving Lindsay behind.
   From the very moment Trish left the island, I held out
hope that she would one day return.  But since a lot of time
had passed since I sent her that e-mail, with my username
and password for Amy's website, I was about to give up.
   If there was one thing that would convince Trish to come
back, it would have been that webshow.  In seeing Lindsay,
perhaps those feelings of love and devotion would have
returned to Trish.  That was my sincere hope, at least.
   But since I hadn't received a reply from her - knowing
that she checked her e-mail several times a day - I simply
figured Trish deleted my message upon receiving it.  Logic
only says that if Trish did visit Amy's website and watch
the show, and have her feelings re-kindled in the process,
she would have at least replied and told me so by now.

   Alas... I had received nothing from her.

   Perhaps my faith all along was blind... and Trish had
turned the chapter, in regards to Lindsay, in her life.  I
wanted to think differently, but now it was pretty clear.
I needed to turn the chapter myself, and give up hope.
Living in Canada with her friends and family closeby was
obviously more important to Trish than absolute, true love.
   On the other hand, spending her days and nights on an
island paradise was more important to Lindsay, too.  It
really went both ways, though I always preferred to look
at it from the perspective that Trish was the main culprit.
After all, Trish was the one who left Lindsay behind - not
the other way around.
   No matter the case, I just wanted Lindsay and Trish to be
together again.  I now realized that was never going to
happen.  Trish would have definitely replied to me by now...

                           * * *

   On a better note, the day following Lindsay's birthday
party (as well as the monumental gang-bang), the ladies and
I had an in-depth discussion in regards to the upcoming
Christmas holiday.  December 25th was not that far off.
   Before all of them arrived on the island, I promised the
group of women that I would send them home for a week - if
they so desired - so they could spend the holiday with their
loved ones.  That was a major selling point, considering how
this was the winter-time, in getting them to commit ten weeks
of their lives to the island.
   As we shared another scrumptious dinner meal, courtesy
of Louisa, I went over all the details and answered any
questions the girls had concerning Christmas.

   I would escort them back to the mainland, via boat, on
Saturday the 22nd.  The girls would then fly to Los Angeles,
and board a connector flight to wherever home was for them.
A week later, on the 29th, they would return to the island
and we would get back to (our unique version of) normal.
   Even though I would have (selfishly) preferred that all
of the women stayed here with me for the holiday, I could
not hold them back from their families during this time of
year.  It would not have been right of me to do.
   All of the ladies were leaving for that week, with the
sole exception of Pamela.  The original plan was for Lindsay
to stay on the island with my wife and I, for a very special
Christmas, but the teen-ager decided that she rather visit
her family in Ohio.  Lindsay, Pamela and myself had been a
devoted three-way couple since the summer ended, but I had
no problem with her change of heart.  Lindsay did love her
family, and hadn't seen them in almost six months.
   So, Pamela and I would spend a romantic week together -
all alone.  We would be together for every waking hour...
the more I thought of that, the more I liked it.  Pamela was
my wife, and I loved her more than anything in the world.
It would be wonderful to have a whole week to ourselves.

   The only woman who would leave the island that week,
but actually not visit her family, was Amy.

   Despite claiming on her website that she would not make
another movie until February or March, the porn star had
also changed her mind.  She got into contact with her agent
through e-mail, and he managed to land her a leading role
for a film which would be shot during Christmas week.
   The movie would be released in mid-January, and I very
much looked forward to adding it to my collection.  I was
the owner of ALL of Amy's porn movies (as well as Torrie's).
Both of them were really the only two starlets that I cared
to see on the smut screen anymore.

   Many of the girls were curious as to whether or not there
would be a Christmas celebration here on the island, with
the entire group involved.  I told them that Pamela and I
were planning a big dinner for the evening before all of them
took their one-week leave of absence.  There would also be a
Christmas grab-bag, I informed them, with plenty of presents
and stocking-stuffers to keep everyone happy.
   I went onto say that before they left the island, I would
give each lady $2,000 in cash so they could buy their family
members and loved ones some nice presents.  I figured for
women such as Devon and Cassidy, neither of whom had much of
a bank account, the money would come in real handy.
   Even if they didn't spend any or all of that $2,000 on
gifts, I told the ladies the money was theirs.  It was just
one of my presents to them - and they certainly appreciated
my generosity.  Of course, I appreciated the happiness and
joy each of them had brought me with their mere presence.

                           * * *

   After dinner, everyone felt stuffed to the max.  Louisa,
our 75-year-old housekeeper, really was the best cook in the
whole, wide world.  All of the ladies told her this, and
thanked her for such a wonderful meal as I dutifully cleared
the table of empty glasses and dinner plates.
   Of course, I basically took care of the initial clean-up
every night after we ate.  Louisa was an old woman with a
bad back, and I figured I was doing her a tremendous favor
by clearing the table each evening.  She did plenty as it
was - with cooking, laundry and light household cleaning.
   I guess some in my position - as the leader of a harem -
would not like such a role, but I really did not mind.  I
could assign the girls to do the clean-up each night, on a
rotating basis, but figured since no one (but me) enjoyed
cleaning, I didn't want to overburden any of them with it.
   There have been those rare occasions when I have asked
for a volunteer to help me, but mostly, I just did this
myself.  The ladies were guests of mine (as well as Pamela
and Lindsay), and should not be expected to do chores.

   In the process of cleaning up, Stephanie approached me
and asked about the Christmas grab-bag, and if it would be
okay if she bought presents for all of her fellow ladies
during her week home, in Connecticut.
   I smiled in response, knowing it was a kind thought on
her part, before telling her that she could - if she wanted.
There would be plenty of gifts in the grab-bag so it would
not be necessary, although if she wanted, I would not stop
her.  I told Stephanie that she was a thoughtful person.

                           * * *

   It was 10:00pm that evening when I found myself in a very
familiar place - the voyeur room.
   Instead of whacking off with my eyes fixated on a heated
sexual encounter - as I usually did while here - I was
watching (and listening to) Devon and Cassidy as the two
ladies sat together on the big bed in their personal room.
   Cassidy was beautiful, but of course, I found myself much
more interested in the vivacious and alluring Devon.  Just a
mere glimpse of her was enough to give me a raging hard-on.

   "I heard Jeremy is worth a billion dollars," Cassidy
commented in a soft tone, looking at her room-mate.  "No
wonder he can afford a place like this - the island - while
also being able to provide us with lots of money and gifts."
She paused and added, "I bet he thinks he'll never be able
to spend all of that money himself, so he helps others."
   Devon smiled and said, "I agree with you.  Jeremy is a
real sweetheart.  He's not your typical billionaire.  Not
many people would basically give their money away like he
is.  We're getting $3 million each for staying here for
less than three months, and we don't deserve it."
   "Yeah, I know," Cassidy commented.  "An island paradise,
with sun and swimming, in maybe the most beautiful and
picturesque area of the world - the South Pacific.  We're
all bi-sexual, and we're among a group of beautiful women
who are just like us.  We spend our days having fun and sex
with each other."  She giggled before adding, "If anything,
we should be paying Jeremy to stay here!"
   Devon smirked and countered, "I don't think that we're all
worth $3 million, though.  I could stay here for fifteen or
twenty thousand, for three months, and be happy.  I have no
idea what I'll do with $3 million once returning home."
   "Maybe you could become a loan shark!" Cassidy shot back,
sneering.  "I also heard that Jeremy promised all of the
girls who were here in the summer a cool $50,000 each, while
one would get half a million.  Winds up that he gave all of
them $1.5 million each.  That's called extreme generosity."
   "As I said," Devon returned, "Jeremy is not your typical
billionaire.  I can't see him being some shrewd businessman
who stepped all over others on his way to the top.  It's not
his style to do that.  That is why I'm curious as to how he
got all of his money.  But, he refuses to tell, and Lindsay
and Pamela are apparently sworn to secrecy."
   "He probably invented some type of computer hardware, or
a top-selling video game," Cassidy speculated.  "I mean,
just look at the way he was talking the other night when
explaining his computer's capabilities to Amy.  He sure
didn't sound like a casual computer user to me.  It seemed
as if he knew what he was talking about, and had first-hand
knowledge of the stuff... like a computer genius."
   "I could really care less about his money, myself," Devon
said.  "I just think Jeremy is an incredibly nice, and good
person.  Pamela sure is lucky to have found him, and married
him."  My eyes went wide as Devon added, "I wish I found him
first.  I'd love to have a husband as sweet as him."  She
paused before continuing, "But please don't tell anyone I
said that, Cassidy.  I don't want to hurt their marriage."
   "Your words are safe with me," the gothic princess said,
criss-crossing her heart with a fingertip for emphasis.

   My mind began to work overtime in regards to what Devon
had said about me.  She wishes that she found me before my
wife, Pamela, did?  Devon would like to have a husband just
like me?  All of it was very flattering, indeed, but those
words made me feel a bit guilty because my personal thoughts
concerning Devon were not quite that wholesome.
   Since I first seen her at the airport, several days ago,
I had thought of Devon as a total object.  She was a lust
bunny, to say the least, and my only thoughts about her
involved sex and perversion.  This was because I found her
body to be absolutely flawless, and built for hardcore sex.
Devon was every fantasy I ever had - come to life.
   While I had these ideas about her, Devon was wishing that
her and I were married.  That was not right on my part.
Devon was a person, with emotions and feelings like the rest
of us.  I shouldn't be thinking of her like a piece of meat.
   Amy was a definite lust bunny herself, but I had always
been able to look at her as a person first - then as an
object.  Why was it with Devon, my thoughts were different?
Of the two, Amy should be considered more of an object.  She
was the insatiable, seasoned porn star - not Devon.
   Devon was just a dental assistant from Pennsylvania who,
until coming to the island, had never branched far from her
home-state.  Why did I think of her in a different light?
   But Devon was also in the wrong too, concerning her
thoughts about me.  I was married to Pamela, and nothing -
not even this incredible goddess - would ever change that.
   Fortunately, the 24-year-old quickly added after sharing
her inner thoughts with Cassidy that she had no desire to
harm my marriage with Pamela.  Otherwise, I would probably
feel very concerned right now.  It was okay for her to
perhaps think that way about me.  But, I did not want Devon
to start scheming against Pamela, and our marriage.

   "My last boyfriend was such an awful jerk," Devon said,
contiunuing her discussion with Cassidy.  "But for whatever
reason, I loved him at first.  I really did."
   Cassidy suppressed a laugh and said, "It always seems to
be that way with guys who are jerks."  She shrugged her
shoulders and added, "I've been down that road before."
   "I went over to his house one day," Devon explained.  "I
got off early from work, so we could spend the afternoon and
evening together.  I even bought him a present."  Her lips
twitched with remorse before she continued, "When I got
there, I let myself in and found him doing my two best
friends at the same time."  Devon shook her head and added,
"Well... they weren't my best friends anymore."
   "I bet he asked you to join in... didn't he?" Cassidy
speculated.  "All guys are that way."
   "Yes, he did," Devon replied.  "This was before I was bi,
though I had those feelings and desires.  But I was not
about to jump into bed with that scuz-ball, and those two
skanks.  They had been fucking him behind my back for over a
year before I found out about it.  Then, they expected me to
hop right in with them, and make it a three-on-one."
   "I'm sorry, honey," Cassidy said, reaching out and gently
placing a hand upon Devon's shoulder.
   "It's okay," the blonde assured her, sniffing her nose.
"Keith just turned me off of guys for awhile.  After him, I
explored my bi side.  I found myself a girlfriend, and we
had a pretty good relationship for awhile, though it ended
badly too.  I... It's all about Jeremy, though.  Guys who
are as sweet and sincere as he is... they're hard to find."
   "I pretty much gave up searching for that kind of guy a
few years back," Cassidy said.  "If one falls into my lap,
that would be great, and I would consider marrying him.  But
I'm not searching for one anymore.  Most of my relationships
now don't last that long, and are based strictly on sex."
   "I found the perfect guy for me," Devon said, her eyes
wide and looming as she took a deep breath.  "Unfortunately,
he is married to someone else - Pamela."

   With those words, I gulped my throat.  It sounded as if
Devon was actually serious with her thoughts concerning me.
Was that reason enough for me to be worried about it?  She
had only known me for a couple of days...

   "Jeremy isn't different than most guys when it comes to
sex, though," Cassidy said.  "Look at what he has done.  He
brings all of us here, he has sex with us.  He brings a
whole group of men to the island, so they can gang-bang us."
   "Are you complaining about that?" Devon giggled, to which
Cassidy shook her head negatively.  "Jeremy may be a pervert
in some ways, but we're all perverts here.  We wouldn't be
on the island if we weren't all perverts."
   "You have a point there," Cassidy smirked.
   "It is one thing to have a perverted side, yet be a very
nice and good person at the same time," Devon said to her
room-mate.  "To me, that is Jeremy.  I don't like perverts
who are also jerks in all other phases of life, too."
   "It's good to have a spicy sex life," Cassidy remarked.
"I couldn't survive without one.  Just the mere thought of
spreading my legs, underneath the covers in the missionary
position, for the same man for 40 years... I cringe.  I need
lots of partners; lots of variety, to keep going."
   "I know what you mean," Devon said, tracing a hand across
one of her own large breasts as she wore an oversized, white
night-shirt.  "Just being here on the island, I realize I
need lots of partners, too.  I would fuck around, but always
come home to my husband at the end of the day."
   "Your husband," Cassidy grinned.  "Why don't you talk to
Jeremy about your feelings for him?"
   "Oh no," Devon returned emphatically, shaking her head.
"I couldn't do that.  I don't want to hurt his marriage.
Plus, I don't hold anything bad against Pamela.  I think
she is really nice, too."
   "Maybe you could aspire to be their play-thing," Cassidy
suggested, still grinning.  "You know, kind of how Lindsay
is for them.  At least, she seems like their play-thing."
   "Hmmmmm," Devon moaned, smiling.  "Oh yes.  I'd love to
be a play-thing for Pamela and Jeremy, especially Jeremy.
I always have had a submissive side, though it's really not
been explored yet.  Amy was telling me that Jeremy has
somewhat of an interest in bondage... light bondage."

   OH GOD.

   I took my shaft out and immediately began to stroke it,
in response to the things Devon was saying about me.  The
luscious blonde wanted to be my play-thing?  She had a
submissive side, and seemed interested in light bondage?
   As if I hadn't lusted after her enough already, now my
fantasies and deepest thoughts about Devon had increased
ten-fold.  Nevermind the fact that she secretly wished that
she was my wife.  Devon wanted to be my personal slut!

                           * * *

   I missed the next few words which were exchanged between
the two ladies because I was looking down at my cock as I
busily frigged it with my right hand.  However, my attention
soon returned to the monitor in front of me as I heard a
long, drawn-out moan of pleasure come direct from Devon.
   I growled with my own desire as I watched Devon and
Cassidy share a very tender, intimate kiss with each other.
Cassidy tilted her head to the side, perhaps giving her
better access to explore the inner depths and recesses of
Devon's velvety mouth.  Devon responded with another moan
as she unbuttoned Cassidy's pajama top, before slipping
both hands inside and massaging the Californian's breasts.
   I continued stroking my cock while watching the two women
now trade their lips and tongues over an open-mouthed kiss.
Devon giggled momentarily, before sliding Cassidy's pajama
top from her body and then pinning the gothic princess to
the bed beneath her.  Now straddling Cassidy's waist, Devon
broke the kiss and sat up, again giggling.
   The jaw-dropping blonde smiled down at her room-mate
while groping both of her bare breasts with her hands.
"Do you like that, honey?" Devon asked, now twirling her
fingertips over and across Cassidy's hard, rigid nipples.
   "I like everything you do, baby," Cassidy grinned in
response, before sitting up herself and attaching her lips
to Devon's for another blissful kiss.
   This time, the kiss these two women shared was much more
intense and passionate than their last one.  As Cassidy
reclined back onto the bed, Devon went down with her in an
embrace.  Both ladies attacked each others' mouth with their
tongues in an all-out assault full of erotic jabs and swipes.
The breathing between them had quickly become quite ragged.
   Nestled atop her lover, Devon broke the kiss and then
began to nuzzle and suck away upon various portions of
Cassidy's tender neck.  The 23-year-old seemed to enjoy
that particular treatment, as she arched her head and back
in response.  It only provided Devon with greater initiative
as she continued to kiss and nibble upon Cassidy's neck.
   "Oh yeah," the raven-haired goddess cooed.  "Oh yeah,
baby... I like that a lot.  A whole lot."
   "I like YOU a lot," Devon giggled, before moving her lips
up to Cassidy's for yet another tongue-filled kiss.  Cassidy
grabbed the back of Devon's head and held it tightly, not
allowing her to break the heated kiss for several seconds.
   When the grip was released, Devon broke free and moved
downward.  She grinned for a moment, then attached her lips
to one of Cassidy's nipples and began sucking away upon it.
Soon, the gorgeous blonde was going from breast to breast,
worshipping them and their nipples with her mouth.  Devon
also paid equal attention to the valley between Cassidy's
breasts, licking and slurping her cleavage thoroughly.
   Cassidy moaned with pure arousal as Devon then slipped a
hand underneath the waistband of her shorts.  I could tell
that all of Devon's fingers were extended as she rubbed and
massaged Cassidy's pussy underneath the silky shorts,
bringing the 23-year-old from California even more pleasure
as she continued to pay erotic, oral homage to her breasts.
   "Hmmmmm... yeah," Cassidy moaned, clamping her thighs
together upon Devon's probing hand.  "Do you know how good
that feels, baby?  Oh yeah... real good.  Really good."
   A moment later, Devon managed to slide Cassidy's shorts
and G-string down her hips and thighs, and eventually off.
Now, Cassidy was completely nude.
   Smiling, Devon retracted her mouth from Cassidy's breasts
and looked eye-to-eye with her.  "I'm glad you like it.  But
you know what?  I can make you feel even better."  Devon
pressed her lips to Cassidy's for a quick kiss, then offered
her another charming smile.  "With my tongue, of course."
   "I like the sound of that," Cassidy smirked, spreading her
thighs in both preparation and anticipation.  At the same
time, Devon got rid of her oversized night-shirt.  Much to
the delight of Cassidy (as well as myself), the 24-year-old
from Pennsylvania was not wearing a bra or panties.  Thus,
her spectacular, nude body was now on total display.
   I continued to frig my pulsing erection as Devon slid
further downward, her blonde head coming to a stop between
Cassidy's outstretched legs.  When the gothic beauty moaned
and tensed up in heated desire, I did the same.
   "Sweet, little pussy," Devon softly cooed, her hot tongue
busy licking and swiping away at the tender, moist folds of
Cassidy's womanly slit.

   I watched with wide eyes as Devon, perched upon her hands
and knees, wiggled her hips in a very seductive manner as
she went to work on her room-mate.  With the camera angle
from behind, I had an excellent view of Devon's upturned
ass, as well as her pussy, as both swayed from side to side.
It was, as you may imagine, a truly amazing sight.
   What I wouldn't give to be there right now, on my knees
behind her... so I could stuff that pussy full with my cock.

   "Oh yeah," Cassidy moaned, several times in succession,
as Devon continued to orally worship her with her tongue.
The Californian was busy squirming and writhing about upon
the bed, while squeezing and mauling her own breasts for
extra stimulation.  I was about to lose control of myself...
   Devon withdrew her face from the joining of Cassidy's
thighs long enough to give her a smile, before she jammed
two fingers into her lover's pussy and began thrusting away.
In no time flat, Cassidy's eyes were bulging as she arched
her back high off the bed in response.
   Keeping her face at a distance, Devon just used her
fingers as she hammered them in-and-out Cassidy's slit at
a rather furious pace.
   The raven-haired minx was moaning rather loudly and
intensely as she looked up at Devon, who smiled back at her.
Those two fingers still shoved deep in her room-mate's
swollen pussy, Devon moved upward for a quick moment so she
could offer Cassidy another kiss on the lips.
   An instant later, however, Devon's face was once again
buried between Cassidy's outstretched thighs.

   I growled out like a madman as my cock simply erupted,
cum spewing out upon my wrist and all over the front of my
trousers.  I continued stroking, however, and found myself
getting hard rather quickly while keeping an eye on the
luscious sight of Devon's tight, perfect ass as it continued
to sway from side to side upon the monitor.

   When Cassidy finally screamed out and clenched her thighs
tightly around Devon's head, I knew she was in the process
of an orgasm.  Lowering herself to her stomach upon the bed,
Devon arched her knees and linked her feet together, then
held them high as she really dug into Cassidy's pussy with
her probing lips and mouth.  Seconds later, she added a pair
of fingers to the mix, and had Cassidy screaming out her
lust until the orgasm finally subsided and faded away.
   When Devon withdrew her face from the depths of Cassidy,
I noticed that it was completely saturated with pussy-cream.
Devon offered Cassidy a smile, before extending her fingers
to her room-mate's mouth.  Cassidy immediately took each
inside, and began to suck on them as if they were a cock.
   "Oh yeah," Devon moaned, smiling.  "Lick ALL of your hot
pussy-juice off of my fingers.  Lick them dry!"
   Cassidy moaned and smiled as she complied with the nasty
request.  At the same time, Devon used her free hand to wipe
her own face dry, before taking her fingers into her mouth
and cleansing them thoroughly.  "Hmmmmm..." she purred, her
eyes fixated upon Cassidy.  "Tastes delicious."

   Once Devon withdrew her other fingers from Cassidy's
mouth, the stacked blonde lunged forward and offered her
lover another heated, tongue-filled kiss.  The two ladies
smiled at one another just before sharing a warm embrace.
Next, they exchanged another smile as both curled up under
the bedsheet and gazed adoringly into each others' eyes.
   "You should try to warm Pamela up with that tongue of
yours," Cassidy grinned.  "You know, if you want to be her
and Jeremy's play-thing.  Work on Pamela, too."
   "Oh, don't worry," Devon told her.  "I plan to."  She
paused before adding, "All I know is that I want Jeremy.
I'll go through Pamela to get him, if I have to."

                           * * *

   My eyes wide and looming, I got up from the chair in my
voyeur room and retreated back to my personal suite.  Pamela
was in the recreation room, along with Torrie and Lindsay,
listening to some music CDs.  So, I had the suite to myself
for the time being.
   Devon sure did seem aggressive with her words about me,
but I wondered if they were just that - words.  Would Devon
really go out and try to act upon what she had said?
   Without the help of the voyeur room, I would never know
that she felt this way about me.  Was I making too much of
this?  Was it normal for women to talk this way to their
friends about married men they were attracted to?
   Just because Devon said those things, or thought this
way... it didn't mean she had any real ideas or plans to
follow through it.  At least, I didn't think so.
   I could not see Devon saying those things if she knew I
had been eavesdropping the whole time.  I wanted Devon in
the worst way possible, but knew that I would have to tone
down my feelings/lust for her if she had even the slightest
intention of harming my marriage with my wife.
   Devon would go through Pamela, she said, if she had to...
in order to get to me?  That sounded overly aggressive.  But
at the same time, moments earlier, Devon told Cassidy that
she would never hurt my marriage with Pamela.
   And what exactly did that mean?  She would warm Pamela up
to the idea of her being our personal "play-thing"?  Or did
Devon have ideas or thoughts of stealing me away from Pamela?
Perhaps all of it was nothing more than idle chatter between
Devon and Cassidy.  Perhaps I shouldn't have eavesdropped...

   Was I confused?

   You bet...

                           * * *

   Fortunately, something came up which would prevent me
from over-analyzing and dissecting Devon's comments for the
remainder of the evening.  That something turned out to be
a very big thing.
   I found that new e-mail was awaiting me on my computer.
Here is an unedited copy of the message:


        FROM: Patricia (last name) ((e-mail address))
        SUBJECT: i want to come back

        hi jeremy,

        ive never been much of a typer or writer so
        ill get right to the point. i didn't see it
        before but see it now. me leaving your
        island way back in august was the single
        biggest mistake of my life. i have been
        fooling myself ever since in thinking that
        my life is better now because of it.

        i guess i finally realized this when i went
        to amy's website the other night and seen
        lindsay in action. i didnt like seeing her
        in a porn movie but it made me remember how
        much i love her and need her in my life.
        she is such a total sweetheart and i have
        no idea why i left her in the first place.

        you said in your email to me that i am
        welcome back to the island. well i want to
        come back now. i have thought about it the
        past couple days and am dead set serious
        about it. i need lindsay in my life. i
        will sell my health club and leave all of
        my family behind just so i can be with her.

        please call me Jeremy and let me know when i
        can come back to the island. if it can be
        right now or tomorrow when i come that would
        be great. please also tell lindsay that i
        love her and am coming home. and this time i
        will be home to stay.  -love, trish


   No longer concentrating on Devon and her words about me,
I reclined back in my chair at the computer desk and smiled.
A personal fantasy of mine had just come true...

   Lindsay and Trish were going to be together again!


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