0 comments/ 14783 views/ 0 favorites The Ferry By: dharma_bum A story based on a true experience,,, wishing that it could be shared again,,, with someone so deserving! Can one go back and find it again?? "Honey!" you call from the shower, "Get UP! We'll miss the Ferry!". I hear you leave the shower on as I swing my legs over the side, Hopefully, the shower will clear the Champagne "cobwebs" from my state of torpor. I watch you bend to dry your ankles as I moan my way past you and into the shower. Your giggle reminds me of last night. Of how we laughed through dinner at the "3 Crabs" in Dungeuness, Washington before we came here to Port Angeles and got a room. THEN, your giggles had turned to squeals and screams as you urged me on to take you like the animal you first fell in love with. One last glance shows me the sweet ass that pressed back against my thrusts into you as we hammered out our Champagne fueled lust for one another. I picture you gripping the sheets in your fists as you muffled your screams into a pillow and then collapsed forward as I spent myself deep inside you. As I remember, we fell asleep like that, me shrinking from you as we lay panting and moaning one another's names. I only became aware of you later as you dreamed sweetly with your head on my shoulder, your arm slipped across my chest. I Love it when I hear your breath in my ear. The shower does it's job as I hold my head under the stream. Coming out, you are way ahead of me, your bags packed and you putting on the finishing touches to your make-up. Your smile joins the sun splashing through the window as a crisp, clear, Glorious Pacific Northwest morn. You win the competition hands down however, your Beauty is stunning. I am ALWAYS amazed by your seemingly effortless ability to be gorgeous in the morning. Your knee slips deliciously through the slit in your brightly colored skirt. Your thigh shows me a bit of creamy Heaven as you stand and sliding your arms round my neck, kiss me and whisper. "WISH we had time for some Good Morning Delight! Baby, you were SO incredible last night!" Your fine and firmular ass cheeks come into my palms and twitch a bit as you slow grind your pelvis to mine. Your tongue twists with mine enticingly as you pull away and remind me we have a Ferry reservation that is NOT to be missed. I pack us in, and we hie our way to join the line of vehicles assembling prior to embarking. I walk to get a newspaper and return to find your thighs once again shown to me as you protect your skirt from the fruit you are preparing for us. I dive into the slices of banana, pear, apple and Kiwi. You join me and then curse as a run of peach juice drops onto your thigh. Your hands full, you shift your bottom to keep it from flowing down into your crotch. I assist, daming the flow with my finger, then lowering my lips to suck the juice up before it's escape. Your hips squirm reflexively. Your smile is framing a moaned "Thank you Baby!" Suddenly, the line begins to move and we finish our fruit with a muffin from the Motel. We snug our car in with the nest of vehicles headed for Victoria! Everyone is scurrying to get up to the Galley and get a good seat at the bar! As I open the door to our rented Durango, you reach over, and grabbing my wrist, stop me. I give you the "WHAAAA?" look and you just smile! UMMM-HMMMM! "THAT" smile! You pull me toward you, the door closing with me. Bringing my hand to your breast, the light goes off and we are in semi, but VERY romantic, darkness. You kiss me deeply breathlessly adding, "Baby, lets make love! Please, make me yours!" Your kiss is maddening, demanding, EVER so enticing! You look at me, then to the back seat. Wordlessly, we clamour back into the rear! The slit in your wrap around dress showing an alluring peek! I am hard in an instant! You slide onto my lap, your arms encircling my neck. Your kisses so deep, so wet, so hot! Your tongue searches for mine, and I arise to your challenge. You grind onto my lap, demanding that I meet your ardore! Your mouth never leaves mine as you fumble with the buttons to my shorts! Your nipples showing as your blouse hangs open. They are stiff, wanton, desirable beyond words! You push my shorts down, and for the first time, I become aware that you are pantyless! My cock comes up, and immediately, I sense dampness! You are AGAIN on my lap! Smothering my mouth with yours. My hands fall toward your nipples, twisting them lightly, and I hear you gasp as my cockhead comes into contact with your slit! You kiss me the kiss of the ages! Grinding your crotch to mine. We kiss as Great Lovers do! Mindless of ANYTHING around us. Not caring about ANYTHING but satisfying one another. You reach behind you, and lifting up a bit, work my cockhead back and forth inside your slit, wetting it!! You couldn't do ANYTHING sexier! I watch the look on your face as you ease it into you. Watch as the sexiest moan I have ever heard escapes your lips. The air escapes your lungs as smoothly as YOUR cock enters you. I say "YOURS", because for right now, for this moment, it belongs to you, and ONLY you! Your head hangs and I swear I perceive you having a mini-orgasm. Suddenly, someone is opening the car next to us. They do not see us, and you begin to move your lips up the side of my neck. Your mouth wide, your lips and teeth dragging across my skin. I watch as they rummage around and feel your pussy muscles clench and quiver as your mouth completely covers my ear. You breath, suck, SIGH into it all at once. Your pussy clutching at me! Maddening! Delightfull! SEARING! I watch as our neighbor searches for something. The feel as your legs scissor forward and back is almost too much! I hear you whisper in my ear, "DADDY, FUCK ME!". I am willing this ASSHOLE away with ALL my being, your lips sucking on my neck. Your arms so tight around me. I flex the head of my cock, making it "bob" inside you. And you GROAN, stopping for a second. I feel your wetness give way, flooding my balls! Your pussy spasms uncontrollably. You exhale a moan, NO! More a GROAN! You go limp in my arms, rubbing my neck, you whisper, "CUM in me Daddy, cum WITH me NOW!". As quick as he appeared, he is gone. I roll you over on the seat, your legs go around me, your arms round my neck. You look into my eyes, and wordlessly tell me as lovers do, "NOW,,, FUCK ME NOW!!" I slam into you and you grab my ass, urging me on. Your lips hang on mine and you bite my lip and whimper as I take you like the animals that we have once again become. Fucking as though we are the ONLY lovers in the world. Your legs go wide and you are sooo OPEN to me! You look down and watch YOUR cock go into you! You feel me stiffen, watching as my eyes glaze. "I'm gonna CUM!", I blurt out, "Your gonna make me CUM!!!" You grip my ass cheeks, and as the wave of our orgasm begins to crash over you too, you ORDER me, "CUM IN ME DADDY,,,FUCK ME,,, GIVE IT TO ME!! NOWWWwwww!!!!". You cling to me as you see me go straight. Feeling my cock begin to twitch and shoot inside you. Your juices join with mine. Mixing inside you as we pound at one another. Your nails dig into my ass. You feel me go limp, starting to fall upon you. Your arms envelope me, your legs wrap around me. WE ARE ONE! We moan together as I manage to give you little suck-kisses on your shoulder as you rub the back of my neck. I whisper to you, "Baby, Babyyy,, you make me feel SOOOoo Good,, hold me like this again and again,, Or I shall surely go mad from wanting you!!" You wriggle your hips as you feel my cock begin to receed out of you. I reach down and tickle your feet and you giggle. I love the feel of a woman's laugh as my cock is still in her. I kiss you and say, "Wait until I fuck you on the Balcony of our Hotel tonight!". You just smile that smile! Knowing that what we just shared, shall be eclipsed tonight. As the Lights twinkle on the "Inner Harbour" at Victoria. We go now, above the "Car Deck", and join the rest of our fellow Travelers. As I order drinks, you whisper to me, "Our cum, is running down my Leg!" I watch as you scurry off toward the Head. Seeing you clench that sweet ass while you hurry. I just KNOW there is a smile wanting to burst from you as a Laugh. And I fall in love with you even MORE! Want to follow you and fill you again. Want you to stay the enchanting Nutcracker Sprite that you are now. Forever!!! The Ferry "I can't believe we're going to Amsterdam!" Jo said to her husband of 5 years, Ian. "I've always wanted to go!" Ian had surprised Jo with this trip for their 5th wedding anniversary. They would travel by boat from North Shields, near their home in Newcastle to Amsterdam overnight, then return after a day in the city. This particular boat sailed on a Friday night and had a legendary reputation as a wild party ship. The trip took 16 hours, leaving at 6pm on the Friday night, crowds of young party goers would flock on for a cheap weekend away. The couple settled in the bar once try were on board and had dropped their bags off in their cabin. The bar was filling with the usual crowds of Stag and Hen parties, already drinking and starting to chat each other up, already thinking of the end of the night. Jo and Ian were enjoying watching this as they had their first couple of drinks, they both enjoyed a good night out, this wasn't the sort of trip you would go on if you were looking for the quiet life. Ian had been to Amsterdam a couple of times, for his 30th Birthday with some friends, and when a bit younger on a stag do. "So did any of you lads sample the delights of Amsterdam?" Jo asked with a coy smile. "What delights are you talking about?" He replied in mock innocence. "Oh come on!" She went on. "Someone must have paid a little visit, or smoked some of the local gear." "Well a couple of the lads went with girls." He answered. "But I can't tell you who, it's the lads law you know!" Jo smiled, she knew she'd get it out of him eventually, once they'd sunk a few more drinks. By 10pm most of the bar were now pretty well gone, the drink had been flowing for 5 hours now. Jo went to the ladies, then went out onto deck for a cigarette. There were a few girls out on deck in the cold night air. "Who are you out here with?" One of them asked Jo. "I'm on here with my husband." Jo replied. "It's a wedding anniversary treat. How about you?" "We do the trip every year, girls weekend away." The other girl answered. "It's nice to get away from the Husband for a couple of days!" "And to get a shag!" The first girl said. "Well you might, but I don't!" Said the 2nd girl. "She forgets these things." The first girl continued, as if her friend wasn't there. "Ok so I did once!" The girl admitted. "But not every time like you do!" The girls carried on with their friendly bickering while they smoked. Jo was smiling to herself with the way they went on. They were very open about their extra marital affairs, she would never have gone on like this herself, even if she had have cheated. "So is it easy to pull on here then?" Jo asked them, unsure of what else to say to them. "Piss easy!" One of them said. "This place is full of blokes on the lookout for girls." "Anyone single can get a shag on here." The other chipped in. "You'll start seeing all the couples start disappearing soon, a couple of our mates have already got men." "Are you all married?" Jo asked, amazed that they all seemed so ready to cheat. "No, there are a few single girls too." One said. "Although the married ones can be worse once they've had too much to drink. You know how these things go!" Jo finished her cigarette and went back inside to join Ian. "I've just been chatting to a couple of girls outside." She told him. "They were telling me all about the naughty stuff that happens on the boat." "Oh yeah." He replied. "What did they say?" "Just all about all the sex that goes on." She continued. "Most of their friends had already copped off with lads. They reckon it's the easiest place in the world to get a shag!" "Bet you wish you'd come with your mates then!" Ian quickly replied, trying to wind her up. "Oi!" She shouted with mock horror. "You know I'm a good girl, I don't do stuff like that." "I know, I'm kidding with you." He went on. "A couple of the boys got off with girls when we came over, it was only the hopeless ones that missed out that visited the prostitutes the next day." "Didn't you get any offers?" Jo said, trying to get more out of him. "I did." He admitted. "I didn't take it up though, you know I don't cheat." Jo sipped another large Vodka and watched the antics on the dancefloor continue. The girls were right, people were now coupling up, finding partners for a quick one nighter before the weekend was over. One of the girls Jo had met was now dancing with a man, his hands roaming over her bum as they ground together. "That's the girl I was talking to outside." Jo told Ian, pointing her out. "Naughty girl, she's married." "Ooh, that is naughty!" He said. "Still, I'm sure they'll have a good night!" Jo gave him a slap on the leg, mockingly annoyed at him seeming to intimate that what she was doing was ok. Ian and Jo had discussed cheating a while ago in their relationship. He had made it pretty clear that he would never stray, but had shocked Jo in saying that he didn't mind her sleeping around. She had declined the offer but the thought had kind of excited her. They'd had more conversations about fantasies as time wore on, Ian telling Jo how much the thought of her having sex with other men turned him on. They had talked about swinging, swapping partners, threesomes etc but had always backed out, preferring to leave it as a fantasy. The thought was in her mind again now though, the sight of the people dancing and snogging on the dancefloor had her mind wandering. The couple drank more, feeling pretty drunk now. Jo went outside again for a cigarette and was this time approached by a man. "So have you not found yourself a man for the night yet then?" He asked her. "Who said I was looking for one." She replied, looking him over as she replied. "I thought everyone one this boat was looking for a good time!" He went on. "Well I'm having one with my husband." She said, making sure she put him in his place. "Sorry love." He said. "I had a feeling you might be married, but you've got to try!" Jo smiled at him. He was a fairly decent looking man, in reasonably good shape too. Had she have been single, he would have been in with a shout! "And besides, the married women are usually the worst!" He finished. "You're the second person who's said that tonight!" Jo laughed. "Is it really that bad on here?" "Pretty much!" He went on. "I've been on a few times and have got lucky everytime." "Lucky boy." She said. "I guess all year married woman can't have any standards then!" Jo was flirting with him a bit now. She didn't mean to but she was enjoying this, and was quite attracted to the man. "I'll pretend you didn't say that!" The man said, playfully nudging her shoulder with his. "I've seen all kinds of stuff happen on here, threesomes, wife swapping. One girl even ended up hosting a gangbang in her cabin!" "Fuck off!" Jo said, not believing this part could ever happen. "Trust me, it happened." He said. Jo wasn't sure whether to believe him or not. Her mind was racing now though, she was getting quite turned on by all this sexual talk. "Were you there then?" She asked him. "Yes." He predictably replied. "She had about 10 blokes in the end. I went down there with a couple of mates, it was a proper good night that one." "I bet it was." Jo said, almost thinking out loud. She wasn't sure what else to say now and made her excuses before hurrying back to Ian. "You and your husband give me a shout if you want a little extra company tonight." He said in parting. Jo went back inside absolutely amazed at what she had just heard. Her head was full of it now, she couldn't believe she had been propositioned for a threesome by a complete stranger. Plenty of men had tried to chat her up before, but no-one had ever suggested anything like this to her. Ian got them another drink while Jo wondered whether to tell Ian what had happened. She couldn't decide what his reaction would be if faced with an opportunity like this. Her guess would be that he'd be happy to go with it, so would have to consider if she could do it or not. How would she feel after when she had sobered up? Would it damage her marriage. They drank a couple more, it was nearly 1am now. Many of the people in the bar now were very drunk, including Jo. "I got propositioned when I was outside." Jo blurted out to Ian. "Did you?!" He asked her, excited to hear what had happened. "This fella tried to chat me up." She told him. "He knew I was married too but still gave it a go." "Well I don't blame him." Ian said, giving his wife a compliment. "I'd chat you up if I saw you on your own!" "He was telling me all the stuff he's seen on here." Jo continued. "Not sure I believe half of it!" "What did he tell you?" Ian asked her. "One night stands, threesomes, even a gangbang!" She laughed. "He's probably telling the truth." He said. "Like I said, a few of our lads got up to some stuff when I came last." "What sort of stuff?" She asked him. "You don't have to tell me who, I just want to know what!" Jo was clearly getting excited now, she was desperate to hear more. "A couple of the lads cracked on to this really drunk woman." He finally said. "She was about 40, a bit rough but not bad to look at." "Go on." Jo urged him. "Well, they both tried to pull her, tried to outdo each other and she ended up going back to the cabin with both of them." Ian paused for a couple of moments while drinking some more of his pint. "Anyway, when we got back to the cabin they were still at it. There was only a small partition between the rooms so we all ended up watching over the top!" "You dirty bastards!" Jo squealed. "Didn't she tell you all to fuck off?" "No, she asked us to join in actually!" Ian told her. We politely declined anyway and just watched while they spit roasted her." Jo couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. Perhaps sober she might have been shocked, but here and now, under the influence of the drink, it was exciting her more and more. "Hope you're not upset with me watching." Ian asked her. "I promise I didn't join in." "Course I don't mind." Jo said. "Bet you'd have loved to join them though!" Ian nodded and smiled, Jo put her hand on his leg under the table, stroking his thigh up to his crotch. When she touched his cock, he was predictably hard already, reliving his story was clearly turning him on. "That lad offered to join us in a threesome if we want." Jo then told him, still stroking his cock under the table. Ian sipped his drink and thought for a moment. He had always had this fantasy of seeing his beautiful wife pleasured by another man in front of him, now with just one word it could be reality. Did he actually want that or was it best left a fantasy? "I'll be honest." Jo said to him. "You know I love the idea, the thought of it turns me on so much, but the reality scares me." "I know." Ian replied. "I feel the same." "I'm scared you'd think I was some sort of slut if I did it." Jo told him. "I wouldn't." Ian replied to quickly reassure her. "I'd never put you under any pressure to do it, but I've always said the opportunity is there if you wanted to, and I stand by that. If you want to do this tonight, we do it, I'm fine with it. The choice is yours darling." His words were exactly what she wanted to hear, but also what she feared. From out of nowhere, this situation was now very real. Jo looked around the bar, the man she had spoken to was at the bar with a friend. He noticed Jo look at him and smiled to her, Jo suddenly flushed red and smiled back. She nodded to him, giving him the green light to approach them. This was on now, she felt a mixture of pure terror and excitement, it was like no other feeling she could remember. "Let's do it." Jo said to Ian. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I want to do it. I've given him a nod, let's go somewhere quiet on deck and talk to him." Jo and Ian got up and walked outside to the smoking area. It was almost empty now apart from one drunk looking couple kissing. Jo looked back towards the bar and could see her man making his excuses to his friend. God only knows what he was telling him. Jo and Ian now felt like they had their hearts in mouths as he came out the door. Jo had a proper look at him now, he was a good solid build, not fat, about 5ft 8 with short cropped hair. She would have guessed he was about 35. "Right, we're going to do this." Jo blurted out nervously. "I don't want any fuss, just sex, no repeat, no questions, nothing." "Fine by me." The man said. "You're calling the shots, I'll just go with the flow." Ian and the man shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. "We're in cabin 712." Jo continued. "Give us 5 minutes to get back there then come down. I don't want everyone on the boat knowing what we're up to." The man nodded, allowing Jo and Ian to head down to the cabin. They didn't speak a word all the way down, bit once inside, they kissed passionately. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Jo asked, once more seeking reassurance that she had made the right decision. "Yes!" Ian replied, putting her hand on his cock. "Look what you're doing to me!" She smiled then kissed him again. "Can I just watch you 2 do it first?" Ian asked. "Then I could join you when he needs a rest." "Course you can." Jo agreed. "Just look after me." She said, showing a first sign of vulnerability. Ian kissed her again, telling her how much he loved her, before they heard a knock on the door. Ian opened it while Jo sat on the bed, letting the man into their cabin. "I'm just going to watch at first." Ian told him. "You 2 just do what feels good. Just one rule mate, if she tells you to stop at anytime, you stop." He told him. The man agreed. Ian wasn't a fighter, but at 6ft 2 and 17 stone, he was a formidable looking man. This guy had no intention of messing him around. Jo pulled the man over to the bed, pulling him down on top of her. She felt almost insatiable now. They kissed, tongues soon exploring each other, hands now roaming over each others bodies. Not a word had been said between the 2 of them since he got in the cabin. Now Jo was ripping at his shirt, desperate for raw animalistic sex. He pulled his top off, then pulled Jo's top up over her head. Jo's 40DD tits were now on display, her dark nipples showing through her black lacy bra. The man moved down to kiss them, squeezing them and fondling them through the material. Jo looked at her husband for the first time, he was sitting on the other bed, watching intently. He gave her a smile to let her know he was ok, so she did the same. Jo then felt the man kiss down her stomach, she could feel the butterflies with every touch now. She didn't usually like anyone kissing her there as her stomach wasn't as flat as it used to be, she wasn't about to stop him now though. He unbuttoned her jeans before quickly pulling them down, removing her knickers at the same time. He then spread her legs wide, taking a second to enjoy a look at Jo in her full glory, before going down on her, running his tongue over her juicy shaven lips. Jo let out a groan of joy, she could feel herself relaxing now, giving in to this man's experienced tongue. He licked up and down her lips, from her clit to her perineum, before settling into a rhythm on her clit. Jo had no concept of time anymore, but it felt like no more than seconds until she came. When Jo came, she felt a warm rush, as juice poured out of her. She had always felt self conscious about how wet she got in the past, this man was lapping it up though. "Get your pants off." Jo then told him. "I want to suck your cock." He did as he was told, stumbling out of his jeans and pants, then joining Jo on the bed again. Jo remained on her back with the man kneeling next to her. She grabbed his 6", thicker than average cock, wanking him for a few seconds, before taking most of his length into her mouth. Jo sucked almost frantically on it, like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. When she finally opened her eyes, she noticed that Ian was taking photos on his iPhone. She gave him a playful slap but didn't tell him to stop. The man then pulled away from Jo, clearly he was about to come and wanted to save himself. He pulled a condom out of his pocket without waiting to be asked, and rolled it onto his shaft. Joining Jo on the bed again, he once again licked her pussy, making her cry out with pleasure. In no more than a minute, Jo came again, nearly leaping off the bed with how sensitive she was feeling down there. Before she got her breath back, the man plunged his cock inside her welcoming hole. She offered no resistance to him at all. Jo was biting her lip to stop from screaming as the man started to build up his pace. The man occasionally slowed down, not wanting to come too soon. Jo was wrapping her legs around him, trying to pull him deeper inside him. He lasted for a couple of minutes before burying his cock deep inside her, shooting his load into the condom. The man collapsed next to Jo spent. They both laid for a moment, getting their breath back. Ian was starting to get undressed now, smiling from ear to ear. Still nobody spoke. The man moved off the bed to allow Ian to join his wife. He laid down next to her and kissed her gently. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He whispered in her ear. "I love you." Jo whispered back to him before moving down to attend to her husband's now aching cock. Ian now laid on the bed with Jo between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his 7" shaft. The man stood behind, watching, slowly stroking his cock back to life. This went on for a couple of minutes until Ian hinted that he wanted to fuck her. "Do you want me to help with that?" Jo asked the man, who was now stroking his semi erect cock. " Come and lay down." She told him, inviting him back onto the single bed. The man laid down, allowing Jo to take position between his legs. She pushed her bum up in the air, exposing her wet slit to her husband. She could feel the cool air against her soaking snatch and arsehole. As she started to suck the man's cock again, she could feel her. Husband's tongue flicker across her arsehole. She moaned quietly and allowed him access to probe more deeply. "Don't fuck my arse tonight Ian." She old him. "I think that would be too much for me this time." Ian agreed and went back to tonguing her tight anus, he loved to lick her this way. It had taken her a while to get used to Anal play, and even now it was only ever tried now and then. Jo had the man's full length in her mouth, playing with it using her tongue, when she felt her husband enter her from behind. Ian was noticeably longer than the other man if not as thick. She preferred her husband's cock, allaying one of her fears that after trying something new, she wouldn't want to go back. Ian felt perfect, no matter how big or small anyone else was, this was hers. Ian fucked his wife slowly, holding her hips and burying his cock into her up to the hilt each thrust. The other man was now fully erect inside Jo's mouth now. The feeling of these 2 hard cocks in her almost had her passing out with pleasure. Jo could feel herself starting to come again and started to rub her clit. Her pussy tightened around Ian's cock as her 3rd orgasm of the night ripped through her. She felt almost weak now and stopped sucking the cock in front of her now. Ian started to build his pace though, fucking his wife hard as he knew he was about to come. At the last second Ian pulled out and fired jet after jet of come, the first bolt landing halfway up her back, most landing on the cheeks of her arse and running down her bum crack. Jo turned around and smiled at Ian, she loved him coming over her bum and tits, the feeling of the warm liquid running over her skin, the sight and sound of a man coming turned her on so much. The Ferry Ian slumped back on the other bed, while Jo started to lick the man's still erect cock again. "I want you to come again." She told him while holding his cock and looking him in the eye. "Fuck me again." "I haven't got another condom on me though." He replied. "Don't worry." Jo told him. "Just don't come inside me, do it over my bum like Ian did." He didn't need to be asked twice, the man got in behind her, also bending down to lick her arsehole. Jo whimpered as his tongue licked around her rim. He then probed a little deeper, even licking around where Ian had just came, using his lubrication to enter her anus with his tongue. The man then sank his cock into Jo for the second time that night. He didn't hold back this time, thrusting hard and deep into her hot, wet pussy. He lasted for a couple of minutes before pulling out as he was told and finishing himself off over Jo's bum. She was covered in the spunk of the 2 men now and absolutely exhausted. "Thanks boys, that was wonderful." She told them. "I think I need a shower after what you've just covered me in! Do you mind going now?" She also said to the man. "Course not." He said. "I know the score, it's fine, I've had a lot of fun." He gave Jo a last kiss, shook Ian's hand and left. Jo hadn't even bothered to find out what his name was! Once the door was closed the couple held each other and kissed, softly with loving tenderness. The whole thing had taken no more than an hour from start to finish, the adrenalin was starting to wear off now. "So you feel ok with seeing me fuck another man then?" Jo asked him. "It was incredible." Ian replied. "I don't think I've ever seen anything as sexy." "I'm so glad you enjoyed it." Jo continued. "I loved every second. I hope you don't think I'm a slut now." "Course I don't." He reassured her. "I honestly wouldn't have gone through with this if I thought I'd feel jealous, or think any worse of you." Jo kissed him and went for her shower. They didn't speak any more about it that night, drifting off to sleep. When they woke up in the morning, they both felt a bit worse for wear after the drink the night before. They talked about their night over breakfast and were both still feeling good about what had happened. This was the last thing Jo had worried about, waking up in the morning wishing she hadn't done it. As she had done a few times when she was younger. Ian's mood saw to that, he was clearly feeling fine about everything. The Boat docked not long after 9am, the passengers getting onto coaches into Amsterdam city centre. Jo and Ian were quietly pleased that they hadn't bumped into their friend that morning. "Where do you want to go then?" Ian asked her when they were dropped off at Central Station. "I want to see the Red Light District." She replied. "I still feel so horny, I want to go to the seedy bits, sex shops, shows, prostitutes, the lot." Ian happily agreed, and took Jo on the short 10 minute walk to the Red Light District. They passed the Grasshopper pub and moved along down a road full of bars and sex shops. Jo was taken aback that everything was on show, hardcore porn in the windows, not like behind darkened glass at home. They went over a bridge across a canal and down past the first Prostitutes. Jo looked on and saw how many there were. "Bloody hell, there's hundreds of them!" She exclaimed. "I told you it would be an eye opener didn't I!" Ian said, squeezing her hand. They made their way down the street, towards a bar Ian knew. Jo was shocked to see so many of the girls trying to get them in. She would have expected it with single men, but a couple? Most of them made eye contact with Jo, as if trying to get her to drag her husband in. They finally made it to a pub in the middle of the Red Light District called The Sailor. They settled in and started their first beers of the day. They had a perfect spot to people watch, they had about 5 working girls in view and could watch to see if any men went in. Being a Saturday morning it was quiet at first. There was one attractive blonde girl across the way that was getting some attention though. A couple of minutes later, a man who had earlier walked past, went up to the window and went in. "She's got one!" Jo told Ian when he came back from the toilet. "I'm timing them!" "It'll be 15 minutes if he's just paying the standard €50!" Ian commented. "How do you know so much about it?!" Jo asked him jokingly. "Have you been in to one of these?" "No I haven't!" Ian replied defensively. "Like I said, a couple of the lads went in when I was here last." "Weren't you even tempted?" She asked him. "It's not like I'd have found out." "Yes, if I'm being honest, very tempted." He went on. "But I'd have felt so guilty afterwards I just couldn't do it." "I wonder how it feels to sell your body?" Jo asked, almost to herself. "I'd love to know what it was like to just welcome a man in, fuck him for money then see him out." "You seem to be getting overly curious about this!" Ian said to her. "I love the way the sex is so detached." Jo went on. "Just like any other job. At the end of the day you just go back to your normal life!" Ian just let Jo carry on with her thoughts and got 2 more beers in. They spent the next 2 hours watching the world go by, drinking more as they did. Jo then said something totally out of the blue that shocked Ian. "Let's go and see that blonde girl across the street." She said. "What pay to go in?" Said Ian incredulously. "Yeah, let's do it." Jo confirmed. "Last night we did something amazing, something I never dreamed I'd ever do. Let's do something else wild right now." Ian said nothing, just looking at her and drinking his pint. "We can go back to being the ordinary coupe on Sunday when we get back." She continued. "I want to do all the dirty stuff I can while I'm in a place like this." "I can't believe you want to do this?" Ian said. "Are you sure about this? You want to watch me have sex with a prostitute?" "Yeah, why not?" Jo went on. "You watched me have sex with a stranger last night, let me do the same." Ian still couldn't believe it. His wife had never been the shy retiring type, making no secret of how much she enjoyed sex, but he'd never expected this. Jo finished her drink and told Ian to do the same. She led the way out of the pub, across the canal towards the blonde girl Jo had picked out. She knew her husband preferred blondes like she was, it was a safe bet that Ian would like her. Ian still though right up to the last minute that she would change her mind, she didn't. Jo signalled to the girl that they wanted to come in, she smiled and opened the door, welcoming the couple into the small room behind her window." "Hi, I'm Crystal." She said. "So glad you came to see me. What can I do for you today. Her accent had a lovely soft Dutch tone to it. The girl had a gorgeous body, curvy but not at all fat. She was extremely pretty, with shoulder length noise hair. Jo also noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring, so he clearly had a husband that knew what she did for work. "I'd like to watch you have sex with my husband." Jo said, taking charge again. "Ok." Said Crystal. "That's €50 if you want straight sex, €100 if you want me to do you too." "It's ok, just my husband thank you." Jo replied. Jo sat in the chair in the corner of the room and watched Crystal undress her husband and get to work on him. She laid him on his back, naked and rolled a condom onto his cock. She went straight to work in him, sucking him deeply, wanking him as she did so. Crystal was a real pro, she got him to the point of coming before standing astride Ian's face, allowing him to lick her pussy. She tasted fantastic, the thought of her having had sex with so many men that day spurring Ian on to delve between her lips, probing her hole. He was so turned on now, Crystal had done her job, he wouldn't last long once they fucked. She gave him only a minute before changing position again and lowering herself onto his cock. Ian could see Jo smiling at him as he entered the prostitute, he still couldn't believe this was happening. Crystal rode him hard, hammering down onto his cock. He held onto here arse, pulling her down onto his length until he screamed out, coming into the condom. The whole thing had lasted just 15 minutes and was businesslike. Still, their curiosity had been satisfied, Jo had thoroughly enjoyed watching her husband have sex with another woman. Ian got dressed and Crystal, now in her knickers and bra again, saw them out into the street. The couple mage their way back to the town centre without mentioning it to each other again. They held hands tightly, smiling to each others like young lovers. This weekend away had brought them closer together in ways they'd never have thought possible, time would tell where it would lead them next. The Ferryman It was lucky that I saw the sign for the bayou ferry just before my car died. The Interstate was just on the other side of the water, and I knew I could get a ride into town there. I walked back to the little side road and took it into the woods. I was not really frightened; I just felt a little vulnerable. After all, my chiffon cocktail dress and high heels were not really designed for a walk in the woods. . The night was very dark, but it was warm, and the lush flowers all around poured their perfume into the spring air. Actually, it was a very romantic night. I had really been looking forward to this party at Joanne's house. She always invites great-looking guys. I fantasized that I would meet a really handsome guy. I figured we'd dance, talk, then he'd take me home, and the night would work its magic. This was turning into a very different night from the one I imagined. Through the trees, I could see a light. I hoped it was the ferry dock, and sure enough, when I walked around the next curve, there it was. There was a ramshackle little office and a dock with two rowboats tied to it. It didn't look like much of a ferry, especially to a girl dressed like I was. However, I had very few choices, so I went to the door and opened it. Behind the counter was an old man. He had to be at least seventy, but when he looked up and saw me, I could see the lust in his eyes. I don't imagine he gets too many pretty, twenty-year-old girls in fancy dresses as customers. He said, "Yes, Miss?" "My car broke down a ways back, and I need to be taken across the bayou. Can you do that?" I asked shyly. "For ten bucks," he winked at me. "Or other considerations..." I quickly fished a ten-dollar bill out of my purse and handed it to him. I did not like the look in his eye at all. I was beginning to worry about being alone with him in a rowboat when he called out, "Billy, c'mon in here!" Through the other door walked the most magnificent man I had ever seen. He was at least 6'4", had tousled blond hair, and muscles on his muscles. He couldn't have been more than two or three years older than me. Could this be the man who would row me across? I sure hoped so! "This way, miss," he said in a gentle, very masculine voice, gesturing toward the door. I floated out the door. He was so handsome! He walked me out onto the little dock. "Let's take this one, miss," he said, pointing to one of the rowboats. "It's a little bigger." He held out his hand. When I took it so he could help me in, I felt a tingle run all through me, like there was electricity in his hand. He was a very exciting man. I stepped into the boat and sat gingerly on a small cushion on the stern seat. As he climbed in, I adjusted my skirt so that the lace hem of my slip and a little of my creamy thigh would show. He sat down facing me and smiled. I smiled back, a little shyly. "Don't worry, miss," he said reassuringly, "I'll take good care of you." He didn't know how much I hoped he would! We moved away from the dock. His muscles rippled as he pulled on the oars. It was fantastic to watch him, and I was very impressed. He gazed at me as he rowed, frankly staring at my breasts. He didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off my cleavage. I leaned back a little, pulling the bodice of my silky dress taut over my breasts, outlining my nipples, and trailed my finger in the still water. I smiled sweetly at him. "The man in the office called you Billy. My name is Annette. Annette Davenport." "Good evening Miss Davenport," he replied, smiling back at me. "Call me Annette, please, Billy," I said softly. "Sure Miss...er...Annette." he replied, smiling broadly. "That full moon certainly is romantic, isn't it Billy?" I purred, crossing my legs so my skirt slid up even more. "Yes, it sure is, Annette." I could hear his voice catch in his throat when I exposed my thighs. I knew from where he sat, he could look right up my skirt and see my silk panties. Suddenly, the boat struck the dock on the far bank. He had been rowing harder as he got more excited, and we crossed very fast. He took a last long look at my legs, then my bosom, and then he got out onto the old dock. He carefully tied up the boat. He reached down and gave me his hand out to help me step out. "Let me help you, Annette," he said gallantly. I took his hand and stepped up, but I managed to stumble, and practically fell against him, letting out a cute little feminine squeal. Instinctively, his arms went around my waist to catch me, just as I figured. I slid my arms up around his neck and pressed my breasts against his chest. He smelled wonderfully fresh and very male. He looked into my eyes and could see my emotions mirrored there. In his eyes, I could see what he wanted. I fluttered my lashes shut and parted my lips slightly, inviting him to kiss me. He bent to me and kissed me passionately, holding me very tight. He licked my lipstick, and I opened my mouth to him. His tongue slid between my lips and began to caress my soft mouth, thrilling my female soul. I was trembling all over! He was so strong and muscular! His body was so hard! And through my thin skirt, I could feel another part of him getting very hard, too! I melted against him, giving him my sweetest, most romantic kiss. His hands moved up and down my chiffon dress as he kissed me, caressing and petting me. His hands felt so good on me, strong and capable, yet gentle. I could feel the dampness beginning in my panties as he kissed me more deeply. He broke our kiss, and with his lips very close to mine whispered, "Come with me darling Annette. Come with me." With his strong arm around my waist holding me tightly, he led me a little way up the path into the woods. Just off the path, he led me to a little green clearing. The air smelled very sweet and the grass was soft as he laid me down on the ground. He carefully lifted my skirt and caressed my panties. I moaned with passion. He slid my panties down over my nylons, held them to his lips, and kissed them, inhaling my perfume and licking my sweetness from their silky fabric. I reached out and unzipped his tight jeans. He wore no underwear. His maleness sprang out, rock-hard and huge! I spread my legs for him, and he mounted me, sliding his long, strong penis into me. I know my soft pussy is very tight, but I was very high, so I was wet and slick. His first stroke went deep inside me, giving me an electric jolt of pleasure. He began to kiss me erotically as he moved smoothly inside me. I clung to him, pressing my swelling breasts tightly against his chest, desperately kissing him, feeling my orgasm starting. He was pulsing and throbbing as he moved back and forth within me, and my orgasm was coming very fast. I was totally lost in him, kissing him wantonly, writhing underneath him, moaning with unbridled passion. Suddenly, I climaxed, my orgasm longer and stronger than any I had ever experienced before. At the same instant, he exploded inside me, filling me with his love. My pleasure was exquisite. He took me straight to Paradise, and I never wanted to leave! He held me then, stroking me and caressing me, kissing me softly and tenderly until I calmed down and fell asleep in his arms. The night HAD worked its magic after all. I was deeply, romantically in love, and he was everything a girl ever wants. The Fertility Clinic Author's note: First, I would like to acknowledge and thank Wagoneer88 for his efforts in proofreading and editing this story. I greatly appreciate his help in improving the story and its readability. Next, if you've read my earlier stories and like the theme you can skip the rest of this, it's redundant. The central theme in this story is Female Domination, specifically teasing and orgasm denial. Some readers may think the guy is a wimp; in this particular story I don't, but some may. It is a BDSM stories! It is about a guy who is dominated and allows it to go on. Originally this story was posted at two other sites where it was extremely well received. One factor is it was in the category of Female Domination, one that Literotica doesn't have. However the reception of my stories here at Literotica has been much less enthusiastic. Different tastes of the audience or whatever, I'm not really sure. I do know most of the negative comments have regarded the theme of the story, hence this note. If you like the genre, great. I hope you'll like this story and I'd love to hear what you think of the writing, character development, etc. If you don't like the genre please do all of us a favor, don't read the story and don't comment saying you don't like the genre. Frankly I don't give a shit if you don't like the genre. I do and so do many others. And PLEASE, don't bother telling me the guy is a wimp. I already told you that. If you don't like stories about wimps you'll hate this! Thanks for tolerating this rant, I think it will improve the readers experience. All of that said, I really love hearing from readers about any and everything except the genre. Peter Now on to the story: The Fertility Clinic - Part one My name is Joel Howard. My wife Sally and I have been married about eight years. We're in our mid thirties. We have two children, Ben 6, (after my dad) and Susan almost 3, (Sally's mom). We've always planned on having three children, and no more. Our third is now on the way. That's what this story is about, sort of. About nine months ago Sally and I agreed it was time to conceive our third child. Sally and I had always been careful about birth control and both times we decided to get pregnant it happened very quickly. So once again Sally went off the pill. A couple of months went by and Sally still wasn't pregnant. So we got a book and read about timing and frequency and so on. Two more months went by and Sally was a little worried. "Not as young as I used to be," was her comment. So Sally talked with some of her friends and found out that one of the foremost experts in the field of fertility had recently moved into town. Sally went to see HER. She went first because we'd been told the diagnosis of the woman was quick and easy, whereas diagnosing the male could be a much more involved process. I didn't give this 'fact' much thought at the time. In any case about ten days after her appointment she got a call suggesting that if there was a problem it wasn't with her and I should set up an appointment for a screening. I was a bit apprehensive, but knew it wouldn't be a big deal - YEAH RIGHT! Sally and I went to the Monday appointment together. We briefly met with the doctor who explained that I would be interviewed about our sexual relationship and then I'd be given an exam, just as Sally had already done. Depending on the outcome of the initial exam there would be more subsequent tests that they could run on me based on the results. This sounded very odd to me, but this female doctor was reputed to be a real expert in the field; so I didn't question it. The sign on the clinic read: Community Fertility Clinic; Dr. C. Jones, M.D. When we met her, Dr. Jones was all business. Very pleasant, but little chitchat. She got right down to explaining the basics and within minutes had asked us both if we had any questions and dismissed Sally so she could interview me. All business or not, Dr. Jones was absolutely gorgeous. She had light red hair and vivid green eyes. Her face was extremely pretty. She appeared to be about the same age as Sally and me. She had a lab coat on over a skirt suit and silk blouse, but the lab coat was unbuttoned. The skirt was several inches above the knee and the tailored jacket and blouse were somewhat conservative. It didn't matter; while the details were somewhat obscured there was no way to hide the fact that Dr. Jones was built like a brick shit-house! She had great legs, nice full hips and a round ass and obviously had very large breasts. The interview started out in a way that seemed normal, but it soon turned odd I thought. She was asking me about my sexual fantasies, previous partners, and so on and so on. When she got around to asking about masturbation I was quite uncomfortable. She asked about how often, how, did I do it in the shower, which hand I used, on and on. The questions seemed very strange, but I was too embarrassed to question any of it. Her last question was the one I actually had the most difficulty with, "When did you last masturbate?" In fact it had been the day before. Finally, gratefully, the interview ended. The doctor buzzed for her assistant and told me that she would take me to the examination room and get me prepared and that the doctor would be there shortly. Almost immediately the assistant came in and I'm sure my jaw dropped. If the doctor was gorgeous, the assistant was something straight out of Penthouse. Young, blond, blue eyes, huge tits, etc., etc., etc. She was any man's wet dream. She introduced herself as Shelly and asked me to follow her. As we went down the hall, following her was starting to give me a hard-on. She had the most perfect ass I've ever seen. While she was dressed appropriately for her job, her uniform was short in the skirt part and couldn't begin to hide the bodacious body it contained! Once we got to the examination room Shelly handed me a folded gown and pointed to a small changing room. "Please go in there, take off all your clothes, jewelry, watch, everything and put this on. You can store your stuff in that locker. Once you've changed please come back in here and we'll finish getting you ready for the exam." I did as instructed, but when I pulled on the 'gown' it turned out it was only a pullover top. It didn't even come to my waist. I didn't want to just walk back into the examination room with the nurse there, looking like this. After stalling for a few minutes I heard, "Mr. Howard, is everything okay?" I sheepishly called out that I was coming. When I walked into the room Shelly acted as if nothing unusual was going on. I guessed for her nothing was. Standing naked from the waist down in front of the beautiful, sexy young woman was most disconcerting for me however. I finally tried to relax and told myself I was acting foolishly. Shelly asked me to sit up on an examination table. It had what I recognized as stirrups and some other apparatuses that were not familiar to me. I'd never been asked to lie on a table like this, and hadn't ever heard of a man being examined on one. But it was a fertility clinic; so I guessed that many things might be different than what I was used to. I was told to lie back and Shelly started to adjust the table. Soon she asked me to raise my legs up and put them into the stirrups. She then adjusted them some more. When she finished, my ass was right at the edge of the table with my balls hanging in mid air. My legs were straight up and bent at the knee with my knees and feet wide apart. It was pretty embarrassing having this young woman standing there looking at me through my spread legs. "Okay, you're all ready for the Doctor. She'll be right in," and with that Shelly turned and left the room. I was feeling silly for being embarrassed, but couldn't help myself. Within a minute or so the Doctor came in. She went straight to work, wasting no time. "I'm going to start with a simple physical inspection of your reproductive organs. Any questions before I begin?' I said I had no questions and she told me to be sure and let her know if any came up. With that she started. She very gently took my cock and laid it pointing right up my stomach. I was trying my best not to get hard; it wasn't going to be easy. Next she started to feel my left nut. She used both hands and felt all around it, rolling it back and forth. I was quickly losing the battle with my cock. It was starting to grow. She seemed not even to notice, she just keep examining my left nut very thoroughly. She would rest it on the fingertips of one hand and rub her other set of fingertips all around the top and sides. God it felt good. My cock was nearly fully erect and she had just barely started. She continued feeling my left nut in every conceivable way for several minutes. Then she began on the right one. The exact same routine. She was very gentle, but she rubbed and squeezed and felt every tiny part of my balls and scrotum. When she had finally finished after seven or eight minutes, my composure was relatively gone. My cock was rock hard and even drooling some precum. I could have cum easily I was sure. She looked up and at my face. For some reason, that caused me to blush. I felt my face get hot and go bright red. She spoke for the first time since she had started examining my balls, "Mr. Howard, please don't be embarrassed by your erection. I assure you it is quite normal. (I didn't have any doubt about that!) In fact the kind of stimulation required to adequately do a topical examination of your testicles always causes this reaction in a normal, healthy male. If your penis was still flaccid, then I'd be concerned." She said this all so matter-of-factly, that I again felt foolish for being embarrassed. Which just compounded the problem. "Now I'll examine your penis." She touched it all over. She rubbed it. She examined the head of it so thoroughly that she had smeared the precum all over it. I was on the verge of cumming when she finally stopped. "The discharge of seminal fluid is also a normal reaction. In fact I need to collect a sample. But I'll want some of the fluid that is still in the prostate." I'm sure I flinched at that. She went across the room and wheeled up a stand that had a number of items on it, what, I couldn't tell from my vantage point. "I need to call my assistant back now," she said, all business, she pushed a button I didn't even see. When Shelly came back, she slipped on a pair of examination gloves and came to the side of the table. I was now doubly embarrassed. "How can I assist?" she asked the doctor. The doctor informed her that we were at the fluid collection stage. That "the patient" (meaning me) was responding quite normally, and that she planned to do this and a specimen collection and one more test today. I had no idea what that meant, but something inside me didn't like the sound of it. "First, we'll do the seminal fluid collection. Would you please handle the testicular stimulation, and I'll do the rest." With that Shelly took one of my balls gently, but firmly, in each of her hands. Dr. Jones started to explain further. "Mr. Howard, we are going to stimulate increased seminal fluid flow from your prostate. Since it is already flowing freely, this will be a good opportunity to do this collection with minimal discomfort to you." (That sounded bad!) The doctor did some more adjustments to the table and suddenly here I was; my legs spread very wide and bent back toward my face; my ass sticking off the end of the table, just sort of hanging in mid air; my cock hard as a rock and streaming precum; a gorgeous young blond nurse with a grip on my balls; AND THEN Dr. Jones says "All right, we'll begin now." Begin! If she was about to begin, what the Hell had she been doing to this point! I was starting to get quite nervous. To be continued