Chapter 10
The following evening, Dominique took Carla and Jason to her private jet and flew them to her home on the Pacific Ocean.
It was a beautiful chalet located on a very private section of beach. The house was huge and the beachfront property was immense, and all very secluded. A perfect retreat. There were no other houses for literally miles around, and the swinging threesome could romp and play and do anything they wanted in the open sun and on the large, white expanse of beach.
On their first night, Dominique had a dinner catered for them on her patio. When the meal had been served, she dismissed the caterers and the threesome removed their clothes and ate in their birthday suits.
After dinner, Jason wanted to go for a swim in the ocean. He stood up and went running out across the sand, and Dominique watched his naked buttocks bounce as he ran in the moonlight. She watched him splash through the water and dive into a rushing wave and dip beneath the surface, his well-muscled body working as he swam and she thought, yes ... he would make the perfect mate.
Jason swam for a while, working off his big meal, and then he came to rest in shallow, thigh-deep water. He stood alone in the moonlight and let his mind finally think about Spring Savage.
Jason had put her out of his mind, deliberately, but he had also promised himself one orgasm, one fantasy, thinking about his ex-girlfriend and recalling their sensual times together. Then he would try to put the lovely little blonde sex-tigress out of his head for good!
Jason remembered Spring-her body, her voice, her sweet and juicy pussy-and he looked down at himself and watched as his manhood hardened. He reached down to help, rubbing his sex organ into a full erection. He sighed and began to work his hand seriously.
But as he began to jack off in earnest, surprisingly it wasn't Spring he could think about ... it was a girl named Linda whom he had met a few years before at a party. She was a lush blonde and she had put the make on him, coming on with the obvious intent of getting Jason into her bed. But that had been in his old life, when he never considered being unfaithful to his wife, and he had put Linda off.
Many times he had wondered how it could have been ... would have been ... if he had accepted her offer of sex. And if only it was now that he had met her, when he could take her and mount her and possess her the way he had wanted to so badly! God ... how he wanted to fuck that girl! He had been such an ass!
Now, as he stood in the rolling surf and masturbated, his fantasy turned from Spring's charms to Linda's, and the big "what if" came back to smack him in the libido. He imagined her lovely body pressed against him, her great ass pumping and rising to meet the strokes he was delivering into her tight twat with his powerful cock, fucking ... fucking ... fucking toward a climax!
Jason closed his eyes and was lost in the sensations of his fantasy. He smiled and said, " ... yes...." and he was on the verge of a climax, he could just taste it, when he felt something else, another hand. He opened his eyes to see Dominique standing in the water next to him, playing with his aroused dick.
He let her hand replace his own and he looked into her eyes, and there were the old feelings again. Her eyes sparkled with a combination of mischief and longing. Then the lush blonde ducked to her knees and took Jason's length into her hot, wet mouth and started sucking him off.
She quickly, expertly used her tongue and lips to bring him to his moment of release. Jason gasped and shot his load down her throat. Dominique stroked his entire wad out into her mouth and swallowed the sperm as it was delivered to her, until Jason's nuts were thoroughly spent for the moment. Then, without a word, she stood up and turned from him, running back toward the beach.
Now it was Jason's turn to watch her bouncing rear end as she fled from him and left him standing there-spent, happy and confused.
She had been like a water nymph ... a mermaid who came from the depths to savor his manhood, and then returned into her world.
Dominique St. Armanda was having some strange effects on Jason Hamilton's brain.
They stayed up very late that night, and Jason built a fire on the beach and they sat around it and told sex stories until the wee hours. They were still up when the sun rose. Then they went to sleep, there on the beach, curled up to each other, their hot bodies pressed tightly together.
The bright, morning sun shining in Dominique's eyes brought her awake. She gently rose to let the others sleep and she stretched her fine body. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day.
Dominique picked up a towel and went over to her bath house. She turned on the shower and stepped under the refreshing spray to let the water rinse her of sand and sweat.
She stood under the warm water and let her mind think about Jason. He was such a beautiful man! She thought about his cock shooting its load inside her mouth the night before, as she blew him in the surf, and her hand went down to her gash and she began to masturbate.
Her plan was working perfectly. Jason was changing, altering, becoming the man that she needed, and Carla deserved. But the modification was happening quicker, easier, than Dominique had anticipated, and it was all just too easy. She knew that Jason was the type of man they wanted all along, and only needed his inner self to be brought to the surface. And now that had happened and he was surpassing her wildest expectations with his sexual prowess.
As Dominique played with her cunt, she got one finger slippery with lube juice, reached around behind herself and readily inserted it into her butt hole. She put her other hand to work on her crotch and used both to bring on her pleasure.
Soon she had herself moaning in ecstasy. "Oh! Jason! Jason! Take me!" She called out her fantasy and her body began to shake with orgasmic spasms.
When she was finished with her morning release, she dried herself off and went to her house where she began to prepare a ham and steak breakfast, with eggs, toast, coffee, the works.
She wanted her friends to start their day right.
They all sat on the patio and ate the fantastic meal that Dominique had prepared. Over coffee, they talked, and Jason began to ask all the questions that were building up in his mind.
"This is all a fantasy, I'll agree to that ... but is it right to leave the real world and escape to all this ... this ... self-indulgence?"
"Of course, darling," said Dominique. "There is nothing wrong with escapism. It keeps a person healthy, in both mind and body."
"Everyone needs a hobby," reminded Carla. "What's wrong with having romantic sex and love adventures as a pastime? You can forget your problems and turn your mind and body loose on pleasure for a while."
"But the real world still exists ... with all its strife, misery, famine, wars ... is it right for us to just turn our backs on all that and devote so much time and energy to personal pleasure?"
"Jason ... for the Goddess's sake!" said Dominique. "You aren't hurting anyone, or leaving the real world, or causing any harm to anyone ... you are simply enjoying yourself ... making your own mind and body healthy and happy."
"I don't feel we should dwell in the sex-world, like Dominique does, darling," said Carla. "We are only visitors, indulging for a while and enjoying its sensations for the moment. Dominique is one of the creators of the subculture. She makes her life, and living, inside this world. We only enjoy what her artistic talents have created."
"Look at ancient Rome ... and Greece ... and Hyperboria ... all mighty, structured, proud societies, just like our contemporary system. Yet they all crumbled and it was from inner rot. Aren't we helping to create a type of weakness inside our society?"
"Dear Goddess!" said Dominique, with a shake of her pretty head. "I knew you were going to bring that up. They all do."
"And what's all this Goddess crap?" asked Jason. "You women can't even curse properly!"
"Don't get mad, darling," said Carla. "There are many titles for the Supreme Being. We happen to believe that it is a female, that's all."
"Bullshit!"
"I'm not going to argue about religion with you, Jason," said Dominique. "Nor do I want to argue about my lifestyle anymore. I thought you were having a good time."
"I am ... believe me. And I really appreciate everything. It's just ... I guess I was feeling a bit guilty and self-indulgent."
"There's no reason to feel guilty."
"Of course not, darling," said Carla. "This is our vacation ... we're supposed to be self-indulgent. The whole point of a vacation is to get away and forget the rest of the world."
"Yes ... but, Jesus Christ, Carla! This is changing our lives! You know it is! We can never go back ... not now! Not after all the things we've seen and done! Not after I've learned the truth about myself!"
"But we can ... we have to!"
"What is the truth, Jason? asked Dominique.
"Just look at me!" Jason stood up and pushed his bathing suit down and let his hard, big dick spring into the morning air. Carla caught her breath when she saw her husband's massive penis-hard, hot and ready. "Look at the man I am! The powers I have in my body! I never had this feeling before ... this feeling of might and sexual strength!"
"Maybe it's a passing thing," suggested Dominique.
"I hope not!" said Carla.
"Bullshit! You know better than that, Dominique! I just never knew how sensual I was ... you brought it out in me."
"You brought it out in yourself."
"Like Hell! It was you ... with all your teasing and flirting and leading me through your empire of smut!"
"Jason!" Carla couldn't believe her husband was talking like this. "You should be thanking Dominique. She's just been trying to show us a good time."
"He's just confused, honey," said Dominique. "I've seen it happen before. It happens to every man after he's made love to his first woman ... all his life, mother, the church and the world have told him that it's wrong to make love to a woman other than your wife ... yet it feels so good. He wants more, but he doesn't want to do wrong. He usually turns on himself and gets mad for being so confused and uncertain. And he actually feels guilty for liking the sensations of healthy sex." Dominique shrugged. "It's just the way our society is structured. Sex, pornography and sensual pleasure are sinful, yet military slaughter is proper."
"Sometimes I feel that I never should have quit the Air Force," stated Jason. "I was just so in love with Carla, and it felt so very wrong to mix her with the military system ... it never would have worked."
"I quit my world to come to you, too," admitted Carla. "I loved you tremendously ... and still do. I just want ... wanted to go back ... to let you know and see and feel what my world is like."
"I know."
"You don't have to stay," said Dominique. "You may leave at any time."
"No ... really. I ... I'm sorry," Jason sighed and sat back down in his chair. "I'm just a bit confused about the way I feel. It's pretty tough to go through these changes."
Carla leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek. "Of course it is, baby. Everything has been so fast and exciting lately. We all need time to catch our breaths."
Dominique watched Carla and Jason kiss. Everything was fine, now, but she was worried.
Jason Hamilton had just taken a giant step backward in his progress.
The yacht cut a clean path in the moonlit waters. The shore was just barely visible in the dark, and the trip was kind of spooky for Carla.
At the helm, Dominique was seriously wondering if she was doing the right thing. She sat in the captain's cabin and pondered the ocean while she thought seriously about what was about to happen.
Was Jason ready for where they were going? Should she be cooling it a bit ... letting him get his bearings before slinging more adventure and stimulations at him? The conversation they had that morning was still bothering her, even though the remainder of the day had been pleasant and very happy in mood. Still ... Jason and Carla were about to see some incredible things ... should she continue?
Dominique adeptly pulled her boat into the docks outside a marina up the coast. She then led her friends to a very fancy restaurant called Aquatonia. The exterior of the building was built like an underwater city with turrets, bubbles and domes.
Inside, the entire room was surrounded by a glass tank that the patrons could watch nymphs swimming around in. The lovely girls twirled and dipped and glided in the water, along with assorted fish and aquatic life, and it caused a really beautiful effect of the entire place seeming to be under the sea.
Jason and Carla loved the ambiance. They were in a great mood throughout the fine supper of fish and clams. Afterwards, they had drinks and Dominique told them that the entertainment became very interesting after midnight.
At precisely twelve, all the girls climbed from the water and stood on the little diving platforms over the huge tank. A speaker system clicked on and the voice of the emcee brought the room to full silence.
"Ladies and gentlemen ... welcome to the world of Aquatonia! Tonight you are going to witness a spectacle few beings from the surface world have had the privilege to view!"
The restaurant suddenly darkened. It was now lit by tiny star lights in the high ceiling. The water tanks burst with a new light, a soft, bluish light like the intense rays of a full moon. The girls simultaneously removed their bathing suits. Their lovely bodies shone in the soft light, and each of the twenty young girls was a sheer beauty.
Dominique looked over at Jason to see how he was taking all this, and she gave a little sigh of relief when she saw the big grin on his handsome face.
"It is the night of the full moon," continued the emcee. "Our lovely water nymphs are to be mated. They will swim into the open waters and wait for their lovers to come."
The girls all dove cleanly into the tank and swam down to the bottom. Just then, twenty muscular nude men sporting flaming erections came out and stood on the platforms.
"Wow!" said Carla. "This is getting wild!"
"Just watch," said Dominique.
"Now our young lovers will finally be able to join and release the passions they have inside of them," said the emcee. "This is the moment they have been waiting for!"
The men dove into the tank and the girls all pushed off the bottom and swam up to meet them. Then, all around the room, with a houseful of patrons watching, they began to have sex.
Carla was mesmerized by the show. There was love and passion taking place all around her. She didn't know which way to look!
She watched one lovely mermaid suck a man to a climax, pulling her face away from rum so he could come in the water, releasing his sperm for everyone to see. It wafted out of the throbbing head of his cock and became lost in the water.
Carla turned and saw one of the mermaids eating the pussy of another of the girls. A nymph next to them had two of the men, one in the front and one up her rear end. They were churning up the waters around them, lost in pleasure, and the two men used the mermaid's body expertly.
Carla turned again just in time to see a man insert his entire hand up to the wrist in a beautiful girl's cunt. He began moving it around inside of her and this drove the woman wild.
The show was really picking up now! All the water lovers were having sex. There was fucking, sucking and jerking going on all throughout the tank.
Jason watched the incredible show with remarkable interest. Those men ... they were all powerful lovers. They had strong, virile male members ... just like his, and somehow watching them in sex action didn't make him feel like such a freak anymore. He had brothers.
One of the mermen swam over and rubbed his dick on the glass front of the tank, getting himself off in that manner. His white cum spit out at the patrons and smeared on the glass.
One of the mermaids finger-fucked herself, and Jason saw her mouth open and emit a stream of bubbles as she had her public climax. He had to wonder if any of the performers ever drowned.
The tank was teeming with bubbling eruptions. The girls and mermen were exploding with sexual release everywhere. One man came deep inside a nymph's asshole. Another jacked-of f and let the audience see his shooting lust. Another man pulled out of the cunt he was fucking to proudly display his juicy climax.
It went on and on. Some of the men held back for an hour before ever releasing a load. Others had three and four spurting climaxes, shivering in delight through each luscious spasm. The mermaids swam around and came with lusty abandonment, and they serviced their men and urged them on to their moments of wet release.
When the last man finally released his spunk between the breasts of a lovely nymph, the show was over and the lights in the tanks went off. The house lights came on full again, and there was a long moment of silence, followed by thunderous applause. All the actors and actresses came out, holding hands and now garbed in bathing suits, and took bows.
The audience stood and applauded. Dominique looked over and saw Jason standing and clapping madly with everyone else. She breathed a deep sigh of relief.
Back at the chalet, Jason and Carla went to bed together and made slow love. Afterwards, Jason held his wife tenderly and whispered into her brown hair. "And they say there's no romance around today ... shit! You just have to know where to find it."