Island Fever 6: Sanctuary Ch. 06
Date: 6/10/2017, Categories: Diary, Lesbian, Straight Sex, Romance, Author: JeremyDCP, Source: sexstories.com
[[[-IF6-P6.TXT-]]] ---------------- Island Fever 6: Sanctuary Written by: JeremyDCP M/F, F/F and a whole lot more ---------------- Chapter 06: "Procreator" ------------------------------------------- -*- Saturday, October 8, 2016 -*- -*- The Island -*- The problem with a romantic, moonlit stroll on the beach alongside a beautiful woman, the way I saw it, was that it was so incredibly easy to lose track of time and place. One minute, I was gazing out over the Pacific Ocean and wondering what great fortune I possessed to have this specific woman at my side and in my life, and the next, Amy and I were back up at the mansion and everything was quiet for the evening. Still, Amy's hand felt perfect in mine, my thumb rubbing hers gently. Amy commented that she was tired - exhausted, really - following yet another eventful day here on the island. After checking on our 14 month old daughter, Danielle (Dani) Grace, one more time (she had to be snug and secure in her crib, and of course happy), Amy and I retired to the master bedroom alone together for the evening. The bed itself was perfectly soft, the sheets were comfortable, nor was I too hot or too cold - but I simply could not sleep. Amy, however, was out like a light next to me. Indeed, she had been through a lot today. I watched my 34-year-old wife for a moment or two. Her breasts rose and fell smoothly with every breath and her red eyelashes stayed closed. She smiled softly in her sleep and, every so often, would murmur a name ... - whether it be mine, or one of her many wives. Most of the time, though, it was mine. I thought of it as a testament to how much she loved me. Amy looked so adorable and content in her polyester crossback tank-top, the word ANGEL etched across its front, and a pair of matching gray sleep pants, that I dare not wake her. I closed my eyes for a bit, trying to fall into a peaceful slumber of my own, but it was not going to happen. I felt a burst of energy and it was clear that I would not be falling asleep for another hour or two. But I had no intentions of getting out of this bed. None whatsoever; not with the lovely and vivacious Amy snuggled in my arms, being able to luxuriate in the warmth of her firm body and the softness of her skin. My mind began to drift, and I thought of the day's events. "If you poke him, he'll get mad!" Around 9:00am this morning, following my standard exercise regime with Trish four hours earlier (and an amazing night with her), I was back in bed holding a pillow over my tired, groggy face. I had went back to sleep after an early jog along the beach, and was now joined by Amy and Dani Grace. "Poke," Amy chirped, and I felt Dani Grace's tiny, little finger nipping at my ribcage. Of course, the little angel was laughing. She thought this was hilarious. "Poke, poke, poke!" I gave in and sat up, removing the pillow from my face and glaring down at Dani Grace with a wide, playful smile. "Now you've done it!" Amy warned her, and Dani Grace hopped out of ...