Carnal Currents
Draven’s fingers tightened on the yacht’s railing, salt spray kissing his skin as the Aegean Sea churned below. The sun dipped low, painting Kira’s strawberry-blonde waves in fiery gold. Elara leaned against him, her olive curves pressed close, whispering secrets only they shared. This wasn’t some ordinary sail. It was the spark to their hidden fire.
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Chapter 1: Whispers on the Wind
The villa clung to Santorini’s cliffs like a lover’s grasp, white walls blinding under the relentless Greek sun. Elara stepped out first from their rented Jeep, her long black waves tumbling free, hips swaying in a sheer sarong that hinted at the bikini beneath. Draven followed, his broad shoulders straining his linen shirt, dark eyes devouring her. But today, hunger stirred for more.
“You think she’ll bite?” Draven murmured, voice gravelly, arm snaking around Elara’s waist. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling jasmine and sea salt. Her pulse quickened under his lips.
Elara laughed, low and throaty. “Kira? She’s fire waiting to ignite. Remember how I met her?” Flashback flooded her mind—not the rushed dock tale, but a dusty Athens studio, clay dust thick in the air. Elara, escaping her graphic design grind back home, had signed up for a week-long sculpture retreat. Kira burst in late, tools clattering, her voluptuous frame smudged with terracotta, green eyes flashing apology.
Their hands brushed over wet clay, molding forms that mimicked bodies—curves swelling, hardness thrusting. By night three, wine loosened tongues. Kira confessed shitty exes who treated her like broken marble. Elara, emboldened by Draven’s long-distance encouragement, leaned in. “I’d sculpt you into ecstasy, make you shatter right.”
Draven grinned now, pulling her closer on the villa terrace. Olives twisted in the breeze, cicadas humming a carnal rhythm. “And you told her I’d watch? Direct the chisel?”
“Every stroke.” Elara’s cheeks flushed, heat pooling low. They’d built this marriage on trust, five years of vanilla melting into kinkier edges—ropes in the bedroom, her cries echoing. But sharing? Kira was the fantasy made flesh.
A Jeep roared up the path. Kira hopped out, athletic legs gleaming, sundress hugging full breasts and a ass that begged hands. No man in tow. Just her, wild and free. Hugs exploded—Elara’s lithe body against Kira’s plush one, Draven pulling back from handshakes with barely contained bulge.
“Finally,” Kira purred, voice like honeyed ouzo. “Your wife’s stories got me slick just thinking.” 🔥
They loaded the yacht—Draven’s chartered beauty, forty feet of polished teak and silk cushions. Engines purred to life, Santorini shrinking as they sliced blue waters. Champagne popped, fizz tickling tongues. Conversation danced: Kira’s latest sculpture, a writhing threesome in bronze; Elara’s designs inspired by Greek gods; Draven’s photos capturing raw emotion.
But subtext simmered. Eyes lingered on cleavage, thighs. Draven caught Elara’s glance at Kira’s lips, his cock twitching. Carnal undercurrents pulled them deeper.
Chapter 2: Salt-Kissed Secrets
Anchored in a hidden cove, cliffs shielding them from the world, they dove into the sea. Water cool against sun-baked skin, tasting of minerals and freedom. Kira surfaced first, water streaming from her red-gold hair, bikini top slipping to reveal one dusky nipple. Elara stared, breath hitching.
Draven treaded water, watching. “You two look like sirens. Dangerous.” His voice carried hunger, muscles rippling as he swam closer.
Back on deck, towels fluffed damp skin. Kira stretched, dress discarded for a towel wrap, freckles dotting her cleavage. They sprawled on cushions, feta crumbling on plates, retsina warming bellies. Laughter flowed, but tension coiled.
“Spill it,” Draven said, legs spread casual, erection half-hard under shorts. “How’d my wife corrupt you?”
Kira’s green eyes sparkled. “Not corrupt. Awaken.” She recounted the studio night—not boat mishaps, but midnight clay session. Hands deep in muck, Elara’s fingers guiding hers over a phallic form. “She whispered she’d devour me, mold my moans. Then mentioned you directing. Fuck, it wrecked me.”
Elara shifted, thighs pressing together. “Draven loves the show. But boundaries?”
Draven nodded, voice dropping dominant octave. “I’m good with you two devouring each other. Touching her, Kira. Me watching, then joining if vibes align. Spanking, binding—whatever flows. But your comfort rules.”
Kira licked salt from lips. “Past doms were tyrants, no aftercare. Yours sounds… balanced. I want her first. Us tangling while you command the view. And yeah, I’d ride you if she cheers.”
Air thickened, pulse of waves mirroring heartbeats. Elara’s hand found Kira’s thigh, tracing upward. “Permission?” she breathed to Draven.
“Earn it,” he growled, but eyes shone approval.
Sunset bled crimson. They ate slowly—grapes bursting juicy, cheese melting on tongues. Fingers fed mouths, accidental brushes igniting sparks. Draven’s foot nudged Elara’s calf, a silent promise of later lashes.
Teasing Tides
Night fell, stars pricking velvet sky. Kira stood, towel dropping. Naked glory: heavy breasts swaying, trimmed red bush glistening faintly. “Swim au natural?”
They stripped. Elara’s pert tits, dark nipples hard; Draven’s thick cock swinging heavy. Skinny dip turned playful chase, bodies colliding slick. Back aboard, no towels. Dripping, they collapsed together.
Elara’s internal war raged—guilt flickering for this leap, drowned by carnal ache. Kira smelled of sea and musk, intoxicating.
Chapter 3: Flames Ignite 💋
Kira pulled Elara close first, lips brushing tentative. Soft. Then hungry. Tongues tangled, tasting retsina and desire. Draven watched from shadows, hand fisting his shaft slowly, pre-cum beading.
“May I?” Kira whispered against Elara’s neck, eyes on Draven.
“Devour her,” he commanded, voice rough. “Make her beg.”
Hands roamed. Kira cupped Elara’s breasts, thumbs circling stiff peaks. Elara moaned, arching, her slick warmth grinding air. Fabric whispered away—bikini strings untied, Elara’s shaved slit exposed, lips puffy and wet.
Kira knelt, breath hot on inner thighs. “So ready.” Tongue flicked out, tracing folds. Elara gasped, fingers twisting Kira’s hair. Salty-sweet taste exploded on Kira’s tongue—Elara’s arousal thick, addictive.
Draven stroked faster, grunting. “That’s it. Lick her deep.”
Kira dove in, lips sealing over clit, sucking hard. Fingers plunged—two, then three—curling against that spongy spot. Elara bucked, cries echoing off water. “Fuck… yes… carnal hunger… don’t stop!”
The word hung, raw. Kira hummed vibration, tongue lashing. Elara shattered, thighs clamping, juices flooding Kira’s chin. Trembling aftershocks, she pulled Kira up for a sloppy kiss, tasting herself.
Draven rose, cock throbbing veined length. “My turn to taste.”
Shared Feast
He arranged them—Elara on back, legs wide; Kira straddling face reverse. Elara’s tongue delved Kira’s dripping heat, folds plump and rosy, clit swollen pearl. Kira ground down, moans muffled as she sucked Draven’s balls, then swallowed his girth.
Gagging wet, throat bulging. Draven face-fucked gently, hand on her hair. “Good girl. Choke on it.” Elara lapped ravenously, nose buried in ass, inhaling earthy tang.
Orgasms chained—Kira first, squirting on Elara’s chin; Elara grinding fingers into self while eating; Draven holding back, edging.
Exhaustion lapped, but fire burned hotter. Sweat-slick bodies tangled, breaths mingling. Elara’s guilt dissolved into bliss, connection deepening with every gasp.
Chapter 4: Depths Unleashed
Dawn crept, but sleep evaded. Draven fetched silk ropes from below—soft, unyielding. “Trust?”
Elara nodded, wrists bound to cleats, spread-eagled. Vulnerable, cunt exposed to breeze. Kira traced welts from light slaps—Draven’s palm reddening ass cheeks. “Beautiful,” Kira murmured, fingers dipping into Elara’s sopping core.
“Fuck her with your fist,” Draven ordered. Kira lubed knuckles, easing in slow. Elara’s walls stretched, burning pleasure. Inch by inch, wrist-deep. Pumping now, squelching obscene.
“Carnal beast… filling me!” Elara wailed, another climax ripping, gushing around arm.
Kira withdrew, slick to elbow. Draven flipped Elara, ass high. Lubed his cock—thick, nine inches girthy—and pressed to her rear. “Take it all.”
Anal invasion slow, then pounding. Kira under, licking where they joined, tongue to clit. Double assault: stretch and suck. Elara screamed release, body convulsing.
Now Kira’s turn. Draven bound her tits tight, nipples clamped. Elara wielded a double dildo—ribbed monsters—thrusting one end in Kira’s pussy, other in her own. Rhythm synced, breasts bouncing. Draven alternated—mouth on Kira, then fucking Elara doggy while she tribbed Kira.
Sensory storm: Slaps of flesh, grunts, pussy farts from thrusting, cum scents heavy, tastes of mingled fluids on tongues.
Bound Ecstasy
Draven claimed Kira missionary, legs over shoulders, slamming balls-deep. Elara sat face, grinding orgasm after. “Cum in her,” Elara begged. He roared, flooding Kira’s depths, seed overflowing.
Aftercare: Unbinding, massages, water sipped. Bodies spooned, hearts syncing. No regrets, just deeper bonds. Kira whispered, “This carnal storm… life’s first true.”
Chapter 5: Storm’s Fury 🔥
Storm brewed literal—dark clouds rolling, waves chopping. Yacht rocked wild, heightening frenzy. They fucked through turbulence: Draven railing Elara bent over rail, spray whipping asses. Kira fisting both, arms buried alternating.
Rain lashed skin, electric. Kira on knees, double-penetrated—Draven in ass, strap-on (fetched from bags) in pussy by Elara. Screams drowned by thunder.
“Pound my holes! Carnal rage!” Kira howled, squirting arcs into sea.
Group pile: Elara atop Draven reverse cowgirl, Kira tribbing forward, clits grinding, Draven’s cock swapping holes. Cum everywhere—facials, creampies, swallowed loads.
Lightning flashed bodies in stark relief: sweat-glossed, marked with bites, welts blooming purple.
Peak: All three linked—Draven in Elara’s ass, Elara’s strap in Kira’s pussy, Kira fingers in Elara’s cunt. Chain orgasm, waves cresting endless.
Tempest Release
Storm broke, sun piercing. Limp, sated, they lounged. Draven stroked hair. “More voyages?”
“Endless,” Elara sighed, Kira nodding. Carnal currents forever altered them.
Chapter 6: Echoes in the Calm
Villa return golden hour. Showers steamed—three bodies soaping slick, final lazy fucks against tiles. Dinner intimate: Lamb souvlaki sizzling, wine flowing. Talk turned dreams—Kira joining travels, sculptures of their passion.
Night bed vast. Draven between, cocksucking from both, then pounding asses tandem. But softer now, tender. Elara’s thoughts swirled: From conflicted spark to this unity. Kira’s past shadows lifted, vulnerability earned trust.
Morning departure bittersweet. Kisses lingering, promises sealed. Jeep down cliffs, Santorini fading. Draven gripped Elara’s hand. “Our carnal awakening. Perfect.”
She smiled, heart full. Waves whispered approval.
Back homeward, fantasies brewed anew. But this voyage etched eternal—bodies marked, souls fused in ecstasy’s fire. 💋
