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  They ordered bottles of lemonade to take with them. Late afternoon sunlight glittered off the waters of the lagoon, stabbing Lynne’s eyes like shards of glass as the party emerged from the hotel. She squinted and slipped her sunglasses into place as she and Rob followed Pete down to the shore. They passed the huts housing the souvenir stores and warehouses until they came to the boat docks. Pete spoke with the employee on duty, and within minutes they were afloat in a smart dinghy, heading out into the lagoon. Pete handled the craft like the professional he was.

  As they glided along, Lynne looked at the sturdy bulk of the great flying boat moored at its dock and marveled at the thought of it flying all the way across the Pacific. “Those airplanes sure make the world seem smaller.”

  Pete chuckled. “Yeah, I know what you mean. When I served on the China station after the war, America seemed a long way away. Now we could be there in a week.”

  “It makes you think,” Rob said, trailing a hand in the water. “What will the airplanes of twenty years be capable of?”

  “I guess we’ll live long enough to see,” Pete said, looking around at the shore. “Okay, this is a good spot.” He tossed the boat anchor over the side and waited until the boat slowed then swung to point into the wind. “Let’s get a couple of rods over the side. Then we can talk.”

  Lynne and Rob followed orders, and soon had rods out around the boat, the lines trailing in the water. Pete insisted on baiting the hooks. “We might as well take the chance. The kitchen will cook any fish we catch. Now,” he lit another cigarette, leaned back against the stern with the tiller bar under his arm and looked them over. “What’s this about?”

  “I’m running away from my wife,” Rob said. “She’s a crooked businesswoman, with criminal connections.”

  Pete frowned. “Okay. Go on.”

  “I suspect she’s hired somebody to kill me, either during our passage across the Pacific or once we get to the States.”

  Pete squinted at him. “That’s pretty serious. Do you have any suspects?”

  “Not so far. All the people we came with on the Clipper seem legitimate.”

  Pete rubbed his jaw. “If the situation is as you say it is, then it’s possible your wife hired someone along the route to do the job.”

  Lynne tipped her face up to the sun. “Then that someone could be lurking ready to pounce at Midway, Hawaii or San Francisco.” She felt a chill run down her spine in spite of the summer heat.

  Pete checked on a rod. “I think it would pay to draw this character out into the open,” he said. “When are you folks leaving?”

  “We’re due to set off at five tomorrow morning.”

  “Early o’clock, then.” Pete chewed this over. “Maybe Rob should go off by himself tonight, as if out for a walk. We could shadow him, and be ready to intervene if or when someone attacks him.”

  Rob stirred and looked alarmed. “I don’t like the sound of that. What if whoever it is tries to poison me instead?”

  Pete shook his head. “Poison’s too chancy a method, especially if you eat what everybody else eats. No, I figure this guy will try to make it look like an accident.”

  Lynne touched Rob’s arm. “Rob, you said yourself the strain of watching your back for a potential killer is getting too much to bear. This is one way of drawing your wife’s fangs.”

  He sighed. “I guess you’re right. Okay, what do we need to do?”

  “We have a few hours until sundown. We’ll act like casual acquaintances until then.”

  “Suits me,” Lynne said then squinted at Pete as he looked at her and grinned. “What?”

  “Now I remember the time we last met. It was after the mayor’s party back in ‘Frisco.”

  Lynne’s ears began to burn as she recalled the time. “Oh. That was you.”

  “Yep.” He shook his head with an admiring look. “That was quite a night, Lynne.”

  “I seem to recall you were pretty talented yourself,” she shot back, feeling the stimulus of their sparring.

  Rob looked from one to the other. “You two have met before?”

  Pete nodded. “Oh yeah. In every sense of the word.”

  Lynne patted Rob’s knee. “We slept together, Rob.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  She saw the complex flow of emotions crossing his face. “Hey, we’re a couple, sweetie, but if I can go with other men—so can you.”

  Pete eyed them both.

  I think he expected to create some fireworks between me and Rob. She grinned. Maybe it’s time I turned the tables on him. “You’re a Navy man, Pete. You’ve seen the world.”

  “Oh yeah. The China station, mostly, but Pearl Harbor and San Diego a few times, sure.”

  “You know how free and easy folks can get.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Yeah.”

  “As free and easy as this?”

  She knelt in the bottom of the dinghy and pushed Rob’s legs apart. His eyes went wide, and his attention darted between her and Pete, who sat watching silently. Unbuttoning Rob’s fly, she reached her hand inside his pants and negotiated a path to his cock, which began stiffening nicely. Pulling it free from its constraints, she ran her tongue along the thickening shaft.

  Pete whistled again. “That’s a helluva wiener you got there, Rob.”

  “Thanks.” Rob’s face turned a becoming shade of pink beneath his olive complexion.

  Lynne toyed with Rob’s cock as she grinned at Pete. “If I remember that night back in ‘Frisco, you’re pretty well hung yourself, Pete.”

  “I’m surprised you remember.” Pete swept his hand through his hair, ruffling it in a charming way. “Hell, you were pretty well toasted that night.”

  “We both were, but I do remember what a great lay you were, Lieutenant.”

  “I still am.”

  Lynne wiggled her eyebrows. “Prove it?”

  Pete’s lazy smile flashed. “Sure.”

  “Three-way, with Rob?”

  Pete’s eyes flickered toward Rob. “Uh... I don’t go that route with guys, Lynne.”

  “You don’t have to. Rob’s a sweet guy, playing a crappy deal. Try it. He’s discreet.”

  Rob nodded, his enthusiasm plain. Pete sighed, rubbed his jaw, then finally shrugged. “If you say so—but not here.”

  “Oh, no. Back in my room, tonight?”

  “Sure.”

  “For now...” Lynne turned back to Rob’s cock, stroking it up and down until it achieved full erection. She ran her tongue around the bulb, pleased to know it tasted sweet. Rob kept himself clean. Grasping his shaft, Lynne began to rub her hand along the length of it, pulling a little with each upward stroke, making Rob grunt with pleasure. Pete followed every move with his eyes, and before long he moved his hand to the front of his slacks and began to stroke himself.

  Rob’s breath came quicker and quicker, and Lynne felt his cock begin to throb with his oncoming climax. Releasing her grasp, she breathed out, clasped his thighs and took Rob all the way into her mouth and throat, bobbing her head to bring him off, feeling the heat and thickness of his cock. Rob gasped, grunted and clutched her head. Lynne took a sharp, deep breath through her nose and let him cum down her throat.

  When he’d finished, she drew back, letting his shaft fall from her lips. The taste of cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed it down. “Nice!” she said and winked at Pete. “Your turn tonight, handsome.” He looked strained as he worked his hands inside his pants. “Hey, now. Let it out, give it some air.”

  Pete managed to unbutton his fly and haul his own member out of its constraints. Lynne saw the look on his face and leaned over to take his cock inside her mouth in time for his climax. Sweet, salty cum filled her mouth and then some. Lynne swallowed what she could, but a trickle ran down her chin. With a delicate finger, she drew back, swept it up and sucked it between her lips. “Well, boys, if this is a taste of what’s to come, so to speak, I think we’re going to have a swell tim
e on the old island tonight!”

  Chapter Four

  The last traces of a spectacular sunset lingered in the west as Lynne and Pete crouched in the bushes, watching Rob stroll along the path. The vegetation wasn’t so thick it would conceal them altogether, but the gathering darkness helped.

  So far neither had seen anyone in or around the hotel giving undue attention to their friend. Lynne hoped Rob was wrong in his suspicion that Henrietta would set a killer on his trail. She suspected Pete thought the same. He was a macho Navy guy. When he didn’t insist she remain behind while he shadowed Rob, it indicated he didn’t consider there to be much of a risk.

  A minute after Rob had passed them, Lynne felt Pete stiffen, and he touched her arm. Pointing, Pete indicated a man heading along the path, following Rob. The intent expression on the man’s face was barely visible in the dusk. Lynne glanced at Pete and saw him frown. He held up his hand until the man had walked a dozen or so yards along the path, then gestured that they should follow.

  Now the crisis drew near Lynne’s heart began to beat in her chest as they made their way across the sandy tracts between the palm trees, staying in cover as much as they could. The quarter moon began to rise, sending pale moonbeams down among the palm fronds.

  They followed the pair down the trail, past the radio direction finding towers and along the length of the island toward the south-eastern cape. Pete paused and put his lips close to Lynne’s ear, his warm breath tickling it. “The guy’s closing in on Rob. We’d better take to the path and catch up. You stay back and get ready to run like hell if I need help.”

  Her throat tightened as she realized Pete thought danger lay ahead, but the adrenaline surge felt so good she knew she would be ready for it. Nodding, she let Pete lead the way. He moved out onto the path, walking easily with his hands by his sides. She could see him quite clearly, silhouetted against the pale coral sand, and admired the mustang lieutenant’s lithe shape, like a panther coiled, ready to spring.

  A startled cry rang out. Ahead she could see Rob had turned. His pursuer closed the distance. The moonlight glinted off something silver. A knife!

  Pete also closed the distance at a flat run.

  Lynne gasped. He’s too late!

  Then Pete launched himself at the attacker, flying across the distance between them like a top-class football player. He closed his arms around the attacker’s legs and brought him down with a grunt she heard, even from several yards away.

  The attacker may have been winded, but he was still full of fight. Somehow he twisted in Pete’s clutches and slugged him on the side of his jaw. Pete shook his head then butted the guy on the nose. Lynne heard a crunch of bone and cartilage. She ran up, wishing she could do something to help, but Rob had beaten her to it. Snatching up a fallen coconut from beneath a nearby tree, he smashed it down over the attacker’s head. The guy went limp.

  Pete cautiously let go of the guy, then knelt and brushed off his hands. “I recognize this schmuck. He’s off the flight you came in on.”

  Lynne scowled down at the man. “I thought he had something to do with the Navy.”

  Pete stood with his hands on his hips and looked at her. “How so?”

  She glanced at Rob. “All that stuff about the orange? You know, the orange?”

  Pete squinted at her. “How do you know about the orange code?”

  “I know enough. Hey, Pete, I’m a reporter, right? I hear things.”

  He shook his head. “As long as you don’t repeat any of it.”

  Rob looked bewildered. “What are you two talking about? What orange code?”

  Pete sighed. “Let’s just say the Navy are taking an interest in Japanese activities in the western Pacific, and the code sign is an orange, okay?” He frowned at the guy, lying prone at their feet. “Yeah, I thought he had given the correct response when he came off the airplane. I wondered why he was a no-show for a meeting this evening.” He looked up at them. “Now, forget I ever said anything about this matter, both of you. As far as I’m concerned, we’re making an arrest here.”

  A few moments later the guy came to and groaned piteously. Lynne nudged him with her foot. “What shall we do with him?”

  Pete stooped, grabbed the man by the arms and hauled him to his feet. “We’ll take him back to the hotel. They’ll take charge from there.”

  Lynne felt weak as the adrenaline surge began to dissipate. It gave way to a feeling of relief and extreme horniness. She grinned at them. “And after that, we’ll have ourselves a celebration, yeah?”

  Pete and Rob both grinned back. “You bet!” they said in unison.

  Chapter Five

  The hotel manager was astonished to be presented with a would-be murderer. Pete showed him his Navy ID and explained the situation with Lynne and Rob’s help. The suspect was taken under escort to a secure storeroom and locked up, awaiting the morning’s flight to Hawaii via Midway.

  The threesome retired to Lynne’s room, where they undressed each other. Something of the excitement of their shared adventure transformed into a mixture of relief and lust.

  Lynne let her brassiere fall to the floor, liking the way the two guys eyed her up. Pete seemed both more relaxed and yet tense. At least he’s prepared to give this a try. She watched as he removed his underpants, her pussy moistening as his cock rose to attention like a good sailor. “Wow, Pete! It looks even bigger than it did back in the boat.”

  He grinned. “I think our adventure tonight has roused me to new heights.”

  Rob kicked his underpants away and stood to let them admire him, preening like a Greek god.

  “You look pretty good too, Rob,” Lynne murmured, reaching out to fondle his erection.

  He kissed her, as Pete stepped close. Lynne felt first Rob’s, then Pete’s arms begin to stroke her body, caressing her in all the right places. Her pussy became sopping wet, and she ached to take the men inside her. “Rubbers ready, gentlemen?” she asked.

  Rob and Pete rolled rubbers onto their cocks. Lynne laid on her bed, turning onto her side. “Fetch the coconut oil, whoever wants to take me in the rear.”

  Rob fetched the bottle, saved from their lunchtime encounter. Pete laid alongside her, his hands wandering over her belly and breasts, tweaking her nipples until they sprang to full erection. He cupped a breast and sucked on her nipple, flickering his tongue over the thick teat until she moaned with desire.

  Behind her Rob stretched out and began to apply a copious amount of oil to her anus, his fingers gliding in and out of her to ensure she was thoroughly lubricated.

  “Ready, Rob?” Pete asked.

  “Sure thing.”

  Lynne took her cue, raising one leg up straight. Pete stroked her pussy, his fingers sliding in and questing around. “You’re good and wet, doll.”

  He snuggled closer, the tip of his cock bumping against her crotch. Lynne took him in hand and guided him up and inside her. Pete thrust in one long, smooth motion, his cock filling her. “Now you, Rob,” she said over her shoulder.

  Rob positioned himself. Lynne felt his cock touch her and pushed back, relaxing her anus to allow him inside. Anticipating his need to butt-fuck her, she’d visited the bathroom and done what was necessary. Now she groaned with pleasure as Rob’s monster cock slid inside, slow and careful until she felt it almost touching Pete’s cock through the thin walls of her inside flesh.

  The guys began to thrust and withdraw in unison, and after a few seconds found a mutual rhythm that left her gasping and feeling more full of cock than she’d ever been in her life. It became too much to hold back, and she came.

  “Oh god, oh god, ohhhhhh!” she gasped and groaned between them.

  Rob and Pete held her close between them in a sensual and protective clasp that allowed her to ride out the storm of orgasm. As the orgasm subsided, Pete and Rob exchanged positions, rolling fresh condoms onto their swollen cocks as they did so. Soon Lynne was riding the waves of pleasure, feeling th
e differences between the two men as they fucked her in both holes. She came again and again, her cries echoing in the room. On a distant, still-rational level, she hoped the hotel staff would not come running, thinking her a victim of a violent crime.

  “Boys, I’d like a short break,” she told them. “Time for you two to get some pleasure.”

  “Okay,” Pete said.

  “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Rob agreed.

  “Pete, fuck Rob. Rob, lick me out.” She grinned. “I’ll find something to do for you both.”

  Laying out with her head at the end of the bed, she indicated for Rob to lie on top of her. “Lube me up, Pete,” he said then stooped to lick at her pussy.

  Pete swapped out his condom for a new one, then Lynne watched from between Rob’s thighs as Pete coated his fingers with coconut oil. He slid them around Rob’s anus, working slowly and gently for such a big guy until Rob moaned with pleasure.

  “You okay about this, bub?” Pete asked him.

  “If you are. Remember, slow and careful, right?”

  “Whatever you say. Here goes...”

  Pete stood between Rob’s legs, taking one in each hand and entering the other guy. His ball sack swung a few inches above Lynne’s face. She watched, fascinated, as Pete’s shaft entered Rob’s butt hole. Reaching up, she brought her mouth up to Pete’s balls and sucked them slowly into her mouth, feeling the heat and stippled skin.

  Pete moaned, and she had to concentrate on matching his movements, so she didn’t tug on him at the wrong moment. Rob gave her pussy a good working over, using his tongue and lips until it tingled anew with oncoming orgasm. She clasped his cock and worked it in exchange, rubbing his shaft until it throbbed and swelled in her grip. Then Rob’s shaft began to pulse, a sign she knew that warned of an oncoming climax. Hurriedly she released Pete’s balls and put the head of Rob’s cock in her mouth in time to suck up the gush of cum that shot out.

  Above her, Pete grunted and gasped, then shuddered as he climaxed. Lynne grinned, cum trickling from her lips.