1 comments/ 85944 views/ 8 favorites Houseboating Ch. 01 By: Ronnie 1946 As Told By Her We had decided to do another houseboat jaunt on the Myall lakes. We hadn’t done this since the eighties and then it was May, the middle of autumn, not as conducive to nude swimming and sunbathing as this month, February, the best part of our summer. Rob and I are in our forties, three kids grown up and able to look after themselves, so now we get to enjoy the things we like to do. The Myall lakes are a beautiful part of the world, about 4 hours north of Sydney, adjacent to some of those northern beaches. You can actually anchor the boat, in some parts, and walk across the dunes to the ocean beaches. The lakes themselves are probably 3 times the size of Sydney harbour and are surrounded by pristine beaches and bushland, a haven for birds and wildlife. Rob and I particularly like them for the peace and quiet, and the opportunity to go naked almost all the time. We picked up the houseboat at Bulahdelah, a pretty little town on the Pacific highway, the main coastal link between Sydney and Brisbane. We take all our supplies for the time we are to be away, this time seven days, food, alcohol and a little bit of clothing. The houseboat was a six berth, quite spacious for two people. It had a lounge area, where the helm is (that’s the steering wheel for you landlubbers) and this area could convert into a large double bed, plus there were two separate lounges, which also converted to beds if necessary. Down some steps towards the stern (back) was the well-equipped galley (kitchen) and forward from the galley, under the lounge, was the double bedroom. Out the back door, at the stern, is a ladder up to the deck, which covers almost the entire boat. There’s a gas barbecue, tables and chairs and plenty of space for nude sunbathing, or anything else for that matter. If you know what I mean! Very, very comfortable and cosy. We sailed off down the river towards the lakes, this part of the journey takes about two and a half hours, and around the first bend out of site of the town we shed our clothes. I opened a cold bottle of champagne and poured us both a glass. Handing Rob his I said “Here’s to a wonderful seven days of relaxation, eating, drinking, fucking and oh by the way did I mention fucking.” Rob just grinned and took a mouthful of his champagne. I did likewise and with my mouth full of the cold liquid, went to the helm where he was steering, kneeled down and took his semi-erect cock in my mouth. He shuddered with the effect of the cold liquid and my hot mouth and immediately his cock sprang to full attention. I swallowed the champagne ane set about continuing my ministrations to his wonderful shaved cock and balls. Rob isn’t overly long, about 15cms (6 inches) but he is very thick and I love taking the fullness deep into my mouth. I learnt to swallow him (and then many others) without gagging, early in our marriage and I know how much pleasure I give him when I deep throat him. I proceeded to do just this with much vigour. “Honey,” Rob gasped, “I’ve got to get this thing out to the lakes. There’s nowhere here I can anchor without blocking the river.” I took my mouth off his cock and said, “That’s OK sweetheart, you just keep sailing and I’ll keep sucking.” “But I want to fuck you.” “You can later, but for now you’ll just have to put up with my sucking so relax and enjoy.” I went back to my pleasure giving. I dragged my teeth lightly up to the rim of his beautiful knob, he’s circumcised, then slipped his cock out of my mouth, ran my tongue down the underside of his cock to his balls, sucked on each of them in turn. I then grabbed them and gently squeezed them together and took both of them in my mouth and started stroking his hard shaft. I could feel the pre-come oozing from his knob and let his balls fall out of my mouth and plunged it straight down over his cock ‘til it hit the back of my throat and I swallowed him deeply. I pulled my mouth back to his knob and repeated the process, over and over, ‘til I felt his balls tighten. “Honey I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “I know,” I muffled through my mouthful. I felt the first of his come hit the back of my throat and lifted my head and let the next spurts land on my breasts as I worked my hand up and down his shaft ‘til he was all spent. I rubbed the sperm over my tits. “You are, without a doubt, the worlds best cocksucker,” my hubby said, when he got his breath back. “Thank you darling, you always say that.” “It’s the truth you know it. God knows I’ve had my cock sucked by enough women to know who’s the best.” I accepted the compliment because I knew he genuinely meant it. Besides I’ve had many other men tell me the same. It’s funny because it’s not something that really turns me on. I have a girlfriend who gets right off on it. She’s only got to stick a dick in her mouth and she starts cumming. Not me. I enjoy doing it because I know I’m giving the guy pleasure, and I like that, but it doesn’t get my juices flowing that much. We sailed on down to the lakes. That evening we anchored in a little cove off the main lake. We both dressed for dinner, me in a little white semi transparent mini dress and G-string and Rob in shorts and a T-shirt. Rob cooked a wonderful meal on the barbecue and we polished off a great 10 year old Cabernet Shiraz. We hadn’t long finished our wine when Rob got up and came to me, stood behind me and started massaging my shoulders. “Careful,” I said “You know how a shoulder and neck massage gets me going.” “Yes I know exactly what it does.” With that he slipped the thin shoulder straps over my arms and exposed my breasts. He massaged my shoulders, neck and let his hands trail down to my tits; my nipples were already hard and erect. He pinched each one between his fingertips, causing me to moan involuntarily, he bent over my shoulder and lifted one of my tits to his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. I moaned again. He repeated the process with the other one. I could feel my G-string getting wet. Rob let his hand trail down over my belly to my shaved mound, felt my wetness and slid two fingers straight into my cunt. I came! He bent his mouth to mine and kissed me, his tongue probing into my mouth as I savoured his passion. Rob lifted me from the chair, as the sky started to darken with the impending nightfall, and my dress fell to the floor. I stood there in just my G-string and Rob gazed at me adoringly. “God, you are still so beautiful.” I’m pretty happy with my 36 26 36 figure. After three kids my tits don’t sag that much, I’ve always had great legs, my bum’s still firm and, through good pelvic exercises, my cunt is still nice and tight. “Thank you darling, you look pretty good yourself.” As I eyed his very solid erection. Rob dropped to his knees in front of me, pulled my outer lips apart and lapped voraciously at my wet cunt. Just then, in the darkening evening, another boat pulled into our little cove. Rob hesitated in his licking for just a moment. “Fuck them,” I said, “We were here first.” Rob returned to my pleasure bud. He was nibbling at my clit now and I was lost in my moanings of pleasure. He again inserted two fingers into my cunt as he nibbled at me. The noise of my pleasure must have reached the other boat, because it sailed right up to our boat and dropped anchor less than twenty feet away. Again my hubby stopped. “Don’t stop now,” I growled. He renewed his ministrations with more vigour and I orgasmed, not quietly. After my orgasm had subsided a little, Rob withdrew his fingers and placed them in my mouth to suck my own juices from them. At the same time he bent me over the railing on the deck, facing the other boat, and entered me from behind. I drew a breath as his cock filled me with its thickness. The two couples on the other boat were now staring in our direction, trying to see all our movements. Rob started really pounding me from behind, hammering at my cunt with his thick cock, bending me right over the rail, my tits hanging down and flailing wildly with each stroke. I could clearly here the comments from the other boat. “My god, they’re fucking, right out here in the open. How disgusting!” I didn’t care. Wave after wave of pleasure was sending me towards orgasm. Rob’s cock seemed to be getting thicker and longer as I plunged helplessly to my own release. I felt my climax just as Rob shot his load deep into my cunt and I screamed in sheer pleasure. He stayed with his cock still buried deep inside me as I regained my composure. I eventually straightened up and his cock fell out of me with a “plop”. Our neighbours were still standing there with jaws agape when Rob said; quite loudly “You’d think they’d never seen anyone fuck before.” With that we went down below to our bed. Next day, about mid-morning Rob said, “Why don’t we go over to Mungo Brush? We’ve never been there before.” I thought this a little strange. Usually when we go on these sorts of adventures, we stay away from everyone. Just enjoy each other’s company, relax and have great, unrushed sex. “If you really want to,” I said unenthusiastically. “Yeah, I’d like to. We’ve never been there before.” So about lunchtime we headed the little motorised dinghy over to Mungo Brush. We had to put clothes on, so I put on as little as possible. A black halter neck sundress, G-string and high-heeled sandals. Rob had slacks, open necked shirt and slip-on shoes. There turned out to be quite a nice restaurant at the village and we enjoyed a lovely seafood meal with a chilled chardonnay. As we were finishing our wine a tallish young guy walked toward us. He was wearing a tight T-shirt, which emphasised his muscular chest and a pair of tight fitting jeans. “Rob, how the hell are you?” “Hi Glen, what are you doing up in this neck of the woods?” Now, call me stupid if you like, but this Glen was staring at me, with what I imagined to be lust, as he spoke to Rob, and I was getting that familiar wetness in my crotch. Fuck he was gorgeous! “I’m heading down to Hawks Nest, and decided to have some lunch here while I was waiting for the car ferry.” Hawks Nest is a beautiful village right on the ocean at the entrance to Port Stephens. Our prime minister often holidays there. Sounded like a perfectly good answer to this girl, the one with the wet crotch. “Oh god I’m sorry. Glen this is my wife, Catherine. Catherine this is Glen. Glen works for one of the companies I deal with.” Still sounded like a perfectly reasonable explanation to me. I was still dribbling pussy juice, the way he was looking at me. “You told me your wife was attractive. You didn’t tell me she was drop dead gorgeous.” Oh, this boy had me. I was getting wetter and wetter. “Thank you Glen, I bet you say that to all the girls.” “Only the absolutely stunning ones Catherine.” “Hey Glen,” my hubby interjected “What’s doing at Hawks Nest?” “Not much mate. Just going to have a couple of days R & R before heading back to work.” “We’ve got a houseboat for a week,” my hubby said, “I’m sure Catherine wouldn’t mind if you joined us for a day or two, would you honey?” Mind, MIND! I’m sitting here with liquid pouring out of my pussy, fantasizing about fucking this hunk, and my hubby says would I MIND! “No,” I said demurely, “As long as Glen wouldn’t think it to boring being with an old married couple.” “I’d love to join you, and I don’t think I’m going to be bored for one minute.” Not if I have my way baby, I thought. “It’s settled then. Let’s pay the bill and be out of here.” We sailed the little dinghy back to the boat. Glen helped Rob secure the dinghy and we got under way. I was standing at the stern, watching the wake from the twin outboards, trying to control my quivering pussy, when Glen came up behind me. “Rob tells me you like going naked,” he said. “Yes, I love the feeling of the cool air on my body, but only while we’re on our own. I embarrass easily. I’m not twenty something any more.” “I don’t think you have the slightest thing to be embarrassed about Catherine. Most women would kill for your figure.” Oh great. That’s it. Start the bloody juices flowing again. The boat lurched suddenly to the side. I fell against Glen and he grabbed me, one hand encircling my right breast, the other on my thigh as he held me from falling. “Sorry, bloody jet skiers,” my hubby called from the helm. I didn’t care. I was leaning against this hunk and I could feel his erection, through his jeans, pressing into my back. “I should let you go,” Glen whispered. “Yes, you should,” said I, not moving. He turned me around to face him and undid the bow at the back of my halter. My dress fell to the deck. I heard his sharp intake of breath. “You are staggeringly beautiful, nearly naked.” I may as well be naked, I thought, all I had left on was a G-string that was now totally transparent, thanks to my over active pussy juices. Just then the boat slowed and I realized we were turning into a cove. I bent to retrieve my dress. “Don’t,” Glen said, “Please stay naked and let me feast my eyes on your body.” That almost did it! I bloody near orgasmed there and then. The boat stopped and I heard the anchor drop. “I think I’ll go up on the deck and get some sun,” I stammered. I climbed the steps to the sun deck knowing Glen was standing underneath me watching. Surely he could see my juices on the inside of my thighs. I laid down on one of the airbeds and tried to gather my thoughts. Was I being naïve and this was a planned thing. God knows Rob and I have fucked our way through many threesomes, foursomes and moresomes before. But this wasn’t Rob’s usual “modes operendi.” The guys appeared on the steps, Rob carrying a bucket with two bottles of champagne and ice in it, Glen with three glasses. “You look a little hot hon,” Rob said. “I think she’s extremely hot,” smiled Glen. “Why don’t you take your G-string off honey?” my hubby asked. Fuck it I thought, “Cause you guys are fully clothed,” I reminded them. “That’s easily fixed,” Glen said, and stripped off immediately. When he pulled his jeans down, I had to stop myself from staring at his shaved genitals. His cock was already half hard and longer than Robs, even in that state. “Seen something you like?” my hubby enquired of Glen with a smile on his face. “You betcha,” Glen replied. They both sat on the airbed either side of me. Glen handed me a glass of wine. “Here’s to a wonderful afternoon of sun…..and sex,” my hubby toasted. That was all the encouragement Glen needed. He put down his glass, slipped his fingers through the waistband of my G-string, and pulled it off. “Oh fuck,” he exclaimed, “There are very few pussies that look good shaved, your’s is fantastic.” “Look how turned on she is,” my hubby said, “Her cunt juices are glistening in the sun.” Glen wasn’t waiting to look, he just buried his head between my thighs and started lapping up my juices. Rob bent over and took my left nipple in his mouth just as Glen slipped two fingers into my cunt. That was all it took, I orgasmed, clutching Glen’s head with my hands and his fingers with my cunt muscles as I came. “My god, I can hardly wait to feel that pressure on my cock,” Glen said. Without waiting for any further encouragement, Glen rolled me onto my back, put my knees over his elbows and guided his cock into my dripping cunt. Glen is longer than my hubby by a good two inches. Not a nearly as thick, but longer. He thrust it home with one shove. I screamed and orgasmed again. He then proceeded to pound away at my lovenest, extracting more and more mini orgasms from me. Just when I thought the almighty blast was coming, he withdrew, turned me over on my tummy, lifted me up onto all fours and slid into from behind, doggy style. This gave my hubby the opportunity to slip his meat into my mouth. Now you already know from earlier in the story how I can deep throat. But with somebody pounding away at your cunt from behind, it gives a whole new meaning and sensation. Every time Glen hit my cervix with his cock, I swallowed more of Rob, so that Rob’s cock was so far down my throat none of his come would be in my mouth. And that’s exactly what happened. I could feel Glen’s cock getting thicker as he approached his orgasm, Rob’s getting thicker as he approached his and my cunt contracting as I approached mine. Glen was the first to let go! With a roar he shot his load into my cunt. Simultaneously I started to violently orgasm, I couldn’t scream, Rob’s cock was too far down my throat, and then Rob’s load was gushing into my gut. I collapsed onto the airbed, my mouth and cunt still full of cock. I must have passed out for a few minutes, because the first thing I saw was Rob leaning over me with a wet cloth, sponging my face with an anxious look. “Are you alright hon?” “Never better sweetheart,” I whispered, “That was bloody wonderful.” “Here, have a glass of champagne.” Glen, the thoughtful bartender. “Thanks. I could use a drink.” We sat, talked and drank champagne in the warm afternoon sun. I don’t know if it was the booze, the sun or just being naked in the outdoors with two horny men, but I started to get wet again. I could see the guys were beginning to get aroused as well. Fuck it, I thought, I might as well take matters into my own hand. So I leaned over and took Glen’s half hard cock into my mouth. He groaned and lay on his back, so I had to get on my knees to continue my ministrations. That presented my pussy into the air and next thing I knew Rob was sliding his fat cock into me. Glen’s cock was reaching its fullness. I took my mouth off it, looked into his eyes and said, “Double me.” “What?” “Double penetrate me.” My hubby knew what I wanted. “My wife wants one of us in her pussy and the other up her arse.” Glen looked shocked. I don’t think he’d ever fucked anyone anally before. Oh well, there’s always got to be a first time. “Who’ll go where?” he stammered. Rob decided demonstration was the order of the day. He pushed Glen aside, slid under me in my all fours position and I lowered my pussy onto his fat cock. This left my arse in the air for Glen to seize the moment. I rode away on Rob’s cock and thought to myself, he’s too scared. But then I felt some lube being applied to my arse, a finger tentatively probed the opening, and then slide in comfortably. I felt the finger withdraw and a larger, harder member nudge at my opening. I tried to relax my arse muscles as I felt the initial penetration. First the pain, then the beginning of pleasure as he passed the barrier, his cock sinking into my innermost depths. The guys started to move in unison. The feeling of fullness as both my holes were ravaged, just the thin layer of membrane separating the two cocks inside me. Does it get any better than this? Their paces quickened, along with mine, my breath now coming in ragged gasps. I felt both of their cocks starting to thicken, their pace increasing to rapid hammering of my openings. I felt my orgasm rushing up on me. I started to scream as I felt the first jet of come explode into my cunt. Rob came first. Then just as he started to slow I felt Glen thrust himself as far as he could up my arse as he emptied his load deep into my bowel. I screamed again and collapsed onto Rob, Glen’s cock still deeply imbedded in my arse. Later that evening over a delicious barbecue Rob asked Glen did he have to leave tomorrow. “Not really, if you’d like me to stay for awhile.” I just smiled, leaned back in my chair, opened my legs for the guys to see my naked cunt and thought, “Here we go again.” Houseboating Ch. 02 As told by Him Catherine was right in a way. I had organised Glen to be at Mungo Brush. Isn’t that the strangest name for a village? Sorry, I’m digressing. I had actually placed an ad in one of the Sydney sex contact papers, Sydney had quite a lot of them at the time, and this was before the Internet sex contacts became so popular. Glen was one of about 40 replies, but seemed to be the most likely. I met him at a hotel in the Hills’ district, near where we lived at the time. Not wanting to sound snobbish, but the Hills is a beautiful treed area North West of Sydney CBD, quite accessible to the city but remote enough to be uncluttered. Catherine and I have friends who live in New York State, I believe about one hours drive out of New York. (I’ve been there and stayed for a few days, don’t ask me where it was!) Where we live, is similar, but only about 30 mins from the CBD. Anyway I’m digressing again. When I met Glen he told me he was bi-sexual. This didn’t worry me, I was more interested in his appearance and how he would appeal to Catherine. Like most women in their forties, married to someone in their late forties, Catherine can always lust after a good looking young stud. My gift to her was to supply that stud and share some great sex. Back to the houseboat. That evening (the one after the day’s activities) after we’d cleaned up from dinner, we sat around and discussed the events of the day. Glen said he was stoked. Although I had shown him a photo of Catherine, he just didn’t expect her to be so attractive. Catherine blushed, “ I wasn’t expecting anything like this. ‘Though I should have guessed when you insisted we go to Mungo Brush, Rob.” “Ah sweetheart, could you imagine seven days on a boat without some sort of diversion?” The conversation started to drift around again to matters sexual. It was very obvious to all that Glen was starting to get aroused again. Frankly I was tired. The sun, sex and booze had done it for me. I was ready for bed. Fuck it, I thought. If Catherine wants to fuck him again, she can. “I’m off to bed,” I announced. “Me too,” Catherine said. Glen looked visibly disappointed. “Let’s get some rest so we’ve plenty of energy for tomorrow,” Catherine advised, “we may need it.” That turned out to be a very prophetic statement. Next morning I woke early. Early for a holiday that is. It was about 8am and it was already 25 degrees (Celsius). It was going to be a hot one. Leaving Catherine asleep, naked I went to the stern of the boat and dived into the crystal clear waters. It was magic. Not another sole to be seen, and just the sound of the morning birds. I floated lazily on my back in the fresh waters and thought, it doesn’t get much better than this. After about half an hour of this private bliss I swam to the back of the boat and climbed on board, my naked body dripping water on the deck. I towelled myself off and went inside. Catherine was just emerging from the bathroom. Freshly showered, she looked beautiful. She was wearing a short, white negligee that stopped just below the cheeks of her bottom. It was almost totally transparent and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her nipples were already erect. I kissed her lightly. “Good morning sweetheart. You look good enough to eat.” I said. “Good, I was hoping someone would eat me,” she smiled. “Where’s our visitor,” I asked. “Just gone to the shower.” “Are you hungry?” “Mmm,” she replied, “famished.” “All that exercise from yesterday,” I leered. “No. Preparation for today’s,” she smirked. “OK. I’ll go up on deck and start the barbecue. How does bacon, eggs, sausages and tomatoes sound?” “Great. I’ll go and cut the tomatoes and bring them up.” Standing in my nakedness in front of the barbecue I felt a hand slide between my legs and caress my balls. My cock started to stiffen. Another hand started stroking my stiffening cock and it sprang to full hardness immediately. Before I could realise it wasn’t Catherine, Glen dropped to his knees and took the full length of my member in his mouth. He started sliding his mouth up and down my shaft, gently squeezing my balls at the same time. I just stood there and let it happen. I had never been sucked by a man before and he certainly knew what he was doing. I heard a sharp intake of breath and looked across to the top of the stairs. Catherine was standing there. Her eyes wide to the scene before her. She had her left hand pinching at her right nipple, the fingers of the other hand stroking the wet lips of her cunt. I meanwhile was starting to rock back and forth, plunging my cock deep into Glen’s mouth. I felt his hand slide around my arse cheek and his finger probe at my arsehole. Instead of involuntary pulling away I actually felt myself pushing my bum back onto his finger. It slid into my crevice and after the first initial bit of pain I actually encouraged his activities by holding his head with my hands and fucking his mouth for all I was worth whilst pushing my arse back onto his finger, I felt his finger slowly withdraw only to be replaced with two fingers, which he plunged deeply into my rectum. He stroked my prostate and I stopped rocking back and forth. He worked his fingers in and out of my arse while his tongue and mouth lavished attention on my cock. I felt my orgasm building. I could see through my haze Catherine was stroking her clit frantically. We came together. I shot my load in what seemed to be never ending spurts down Glen’s throat. He swallowed it all. Catherine’s orgasm was just as powerful as she collapsed to her knees, her fingers still buried in her pussy, a crazed, lust filled expression on her face. She seemed to be totally “out of it”, just in a sexual daze. I leaned weakly back against the railing as Glen stood up, his erection pointing stiffly skyward. He walked over to where Catherine was still semi-sitting/kneeling on the deck. “Take off your negligee Catherine,” he ordered. She didn’t seem to comprehend so he reached down, took the hem in his hands and ripped the garment from her. He stared at her lovely nakedness then reached down with both hands and very roughly squeezed both her breasts. She didn’t flinch, she still seemed to be in a daze. He forced his cock into her half-open mouth. She didn’t actually suck him, just let him use her mouth as a crevice in which to satisfy himself. He held her head steady in both his hands and mercilessly ploughed his erection in and out of her mouth, her lips just closed over his cock as he pounded it down her throat. She didn’t gag or choke, just let him have his way, the euphoric daze seeming to numb her completely. Her fingers were still deep inside her cunt, but not moving. I watched Glen’s climax approaching, my own cock starting to harden again as I watched my wife being used so brutally. It was an awesome scene, yet one I felt powerless to do anything about. Catherine just seemed to accept Glen’s rough treatment without any actual comprehension of what was happening. I realised I was frantically pumping my own cock with my hand as I took in the scene before me and as Glen pulled his cock from my wife’s mouth and quickly stoked himself to orgasm I shot my own load onto the deck. Glen’s first spurt hit Catherine in the face, then he seemed to aim the next spurts down her body, hitting her neck, breasts, stomach and her thighs. He then leaned forward, in the final act of depravity and wiped his dripping cock across my wife’s lips. To my complete amazement she took hold of his rod and sucked and licked it clean. I went over and helped Catherine to her feet. “Come on honey, we’ll get you cleaned up.” She smiled weakly at me and I helped her down the stairs to the bathroom. We showered and while we were showering she said, “I put Glen up to that, you know?” “What!” I said. “While you were out swimming, Glen and I were talking and he told me he was bi-sexual. I asked him how bi-sexual and he said he had fucked and sucked men as well as having been fucked and sucked by men. As he was telling me I felt myself getting wet at the thought of watching the two of you together, so I asked him whether he would suck you off while I watched. He told me he’d be delighted and so there you are. Mind you I didn’t realise the effect it would have on me, nor the finish, when he just used me so roughly. I have to say it was one of the horniest, most sexually charged, erotic times of my life.” “You didn’t mind being abused like that?” I asked incredulously. “Not at all. Mind you I was in a bit of a sexual haze. It’s not every day you see your husband get sucked off by a man and obviously enjoy it!” “He’s certainly a great cock-sucker honey, but he’ll never replace you.” “Hey you two, are we gunna eat breakfast or what. I’ve finished cooking it.” Perfect timing Glen, I thought. After breakfast we sailed further up the main lake and found another lovely little deserted cove in which to anchor. “I’ll make us some coffees’,” Catherine said. “I’ll help.” So Glen and Catherine went down to the galley while I tied the anchor, and arranged some chairs for us at the bow of the boat. They seemed to be taking their time, so I went down to the galley to help. There was nobody in the galley and just then I heard moaning from the stern. I looked out and Catherine was doubled over the rail, legs spread wide apart, both her hands clasping each ankle, her beautiful arse pointing in the air as Glen pounded her arsehole with his 7” cock. “Give it to me Glen,” she screamed, “Fuck my arse hard with that beautiful cock of yours.” Now I know my wife likes anal sex, but you’ve usually got to work her up to it. Apparently glen just stroked her butt while she was filling the kettle and said, “Bend over Catherine so I can fuck that beautiful arse of yours” And she did! So now I’m standing here watching my wife getting fucked furiously up the arse. After about what seemed a long time Glen looked over and saw me wanking my stiff cock. “Here Rob, want to have a go.” So Glen withdrew his cock from my gorgeous wife’s, beautiful arse and I pushed mine in. As I’ve already told you, my cock, ‘though not as long as Glen’s’, is much thicker. Catherine screamed. “No. No. Take it out, you bastard!” That just really got me going and I steadily pushed deeper and deeper ‘til my balls were resting against her cheeks. She kept begging me to take it out but I stayed, not moving, reaching around and caressing her breasts, tweaking her nipples. After a minute or two the protests stopped and the soft moans returned. “Oh yes, give it to me. Give it to me hard!” For the next twenty minutes or so, Glen and I just kept swapping over, so Catherine was never without cock in her. Finally Glen said “Maybe we’d better get her off the rail, it might be starting to hurt.” “What about it honey, do you want to go inside and lay down?” “Just give me your come, you bastards. Spurt your loads into my bowel. I want to feel you both come in my arse!” Glen and I looked at each other. As he was in her at the time, he increased his tempo and within a few minutes was emptying himself into Catherine’s bowel. Catherine screamed as she orgasmed. He quickly withdrew and I slipped in easily with the added lubrication of his come in her passage. I started to gain momentum as Catherine screamed “Oh god! I’m coming again!” I slammed my cock as far into her as it would go and shot my load deep into her, spurt after spurt splattering inside her. She shuddered and screamed again, and slid helplessly off the rail and onto the deck. Catherine just laid quite still on the deck, come dribbling out of her and down the back of her thigh, her arse cheeks and onto the deck. We let her recover then Glen and I both helped her to her feet. “Would you like to have another shower, honey?” I asked. “No. I’ll just fall overboard and float in the water for a while. It’ll help me recover.” Catherine leaned over the steps at the stern and fell into the water. She disappeared under the surface for what seemed to be a long time. Just as I began to worry her head broke the surface, she smiled up at Glen and me and said, “Aren’t you two coming in. the waters fine.” Glen and I both hit the water at the same time and the next half-hour was spent frolicking about in the lake. Hands were grabbing tits, cocks, bums, pussies etc. We eventually climbed back on board. Now everyone was hungry and it was lunchtime. This afternoon we had to take Glen back to Mungo Brush so we decided to have a barbecue for lunch. “Catherine, why don’t you star the salad. I’ll go up top and get the barbecue going. Glen how about you bring us up a couple of beers. Sweetheart, would you like a glass of wine?” “Yes, I’ll have a red please darling, seeing we’re having steak.” I opened a bottle of good South Australian Barossa Valley Shiraz and poured Catherine a glass. I went up onto the sundeck to the barbecue. Glen appeared a few moments later with two beers. “Here Rob, it’s nice and cold.” “Thanks mate,” I said. “Rob I can’t thank you enough for inviting me on this trip. Your wife is the hottest, most uninhibited piece of arse I’ve ever come across. Or in for that matter,” he smiled. “She has always been horny but we never started swinging ‘til we’d been married about 15 years. It’s been great, but the MFM threesomes seem to be her favourite. I certainly get a buzz out of seeing her get down and dirty with other guys. I once watched her with three guys one night, she had come coming out of every orifice.” “Boy, can I come to the next one of those?” “Mate, it’s up to her. She likes these encounters, particularly when she’s surprised, but she’s not that keen to help me organise them. That’s just the way she is.” Catherine arrived with the salad and the bottle of shiraz. Lunch was delicious, Catherine and I finished the Shiraz and Glen had a couple more beers. Catherine and Glen took the lunch things back to the galley and I cleaned up the barbecue. When I went down to the cabin they were nowhere to be seen. Then I heard sounds coming from the lounge area. I went up to the lounge. Catherine was face down on the lounge, a pillow under her stomach and Glen was astride her buttocks, his cock sliding in and out of her arse. Boy this guy liked anal sex! Catherine was moaning but grimacing at the same time. “Are you alright honey?” I asked. “My arse is so sore from all this fucking,” she moaned. “Do you want me to get him to stop.” “No. No. The pleasure is outweighing the pain,” she gasped. Needless to say my cock started to harden. Glen lay down on Catherine’s back and proceeded to nibble and gently bite her on the neck as his cock slid in and out of her. Catherine responded by lifting her buttocks up to meet his every thrust, moaning with pleasure at his gentle ministrations to her neck and arse. I moved over to the side of the lounge, gently turned Catherine’s head to me and slid my rigid cock into her mouth. She started sucking like there was no tomorrow, taking my thickness deep into her throat. Glen reached out and grabbed my buttocks, pulling me closer and further down Catherine’s throat, if that was at all possible. He then started fondling my balls as Catherine sucked me furiously. I felt my orgasm approaching quickly and as I did Glen pushed me out of Catherine’s mouth and quickly pulled me back and took my cock in his mouth. My approaching orgasm didn’t seem to lose any momentum and as I started to spurt my creamy load into Glen’s mouth Catherine screamed and orgasmed violently. Glen kept sucking ‘til I was completely drained then, letting go of me, increased his tempo in Catherine’s arse and quickly brought himself to an almighty orgasm, exploding his semen into Catherine’s bowel once more. She orgasmed even more violently! When we had all settled down I suggested it might be time to set sail and take Glen back to Mungo Brush. Catherine smiled up at me from the lounge. “Yes please. I don’t think my body could handle any more penetrations in any orifice, no matter how much pleasure you both have given me.” I looked at Glen and said “Well mate, I think we could describe this as a lady well satisfied!” “Any time you need me for further satisfaction, just call me. I’ll only be too happy to oblige. And Catherine, I’ve already told Rob, you are the most amazing, sexual women I have ever had the great pleasure of meeting. I hope it won’t be the last time we see each other.” Catherine smiled. “Well Glen, you just never know!”