0 comments/ 98262 views/ 7 favorites On Board By: rha spike When you’ve been around the block enough times, you know that anything is possible when it comes to people’s sex lives. I knew there were men who liked to watch as their wives had sex with another man. And I’m no prude. Anything is OK with me as long as no one gets forced or hurt --- more than they want to be, that is. Consent: that’s the line I draw. If full-grown adults consent to it, I can see no reason to object. Still, I was surprised when a guy I knew and had been friends with propositioned me for his wife. I had known Dan and Janet for a couple of years. They were older than I: Dan ten years and Janet two or three, I was never certain. We had shared several dinners, often as a foursome if I brought a date. But I had been recently divorced and was in no hurry to take the vows again so they made it clear that I was always welcome to come alone. They never tried to “fix me up,” that terrifying, well-intentioned mistake that so many happily married couples make out of concern for their single friends and I was eternally grateful for that. Dan was a supervisor at the company where I worked but in a different division. Most recently, we had worked together on a large and important project and shared a couple of nights on the town in Chicago where we had been sent. When the project came to an end, Dan took me out for drinks and a celebratory dinner on the night before we were to fly home. I had been on loan to him for the duration of the project and we wanted to wind down a little before turning our “baby” over to the powers upstairs. We selected a neighborhood tavern because we both liked pub grub and beer. As we sat finishing our pitcher, the remains of our meal pushed aside, I wondered why Dan seemed so nervous. The project had been spectacularly successful but he seemed to have something on his mind that he was trying to work through and I hoped it was nothing to do with my work. I didn’t let it get to me, though, I had worked hard and I knew that I had done a good job; he had even said so. So I pushed aside the niggling doubt and enjoyed the meal and the release from the cares of the past weeks. When we had been in the tavern about as long as the occasion warranted, I was ready to forget about Dan’s nerves and suggest we go. That was when he finally let it out. “You . . . you get a long OK with Janet, right?” he began. I assured him that I did, wondering where he was going with this. ‘Well,” he continued, “we --- uh --- we don’t have what you would call –-- uh --- a conventional marriage. What I mean is that we have a lot of --- oh --- personal freedom, I guess --- uh ---within the marriage, that is, we do a lot of unusual things.” He was rushing his words now, anxious to get it all out since he had begun. “And we’re really a lot happier this way you know?” “Well, sure,” I replied. I thought I sensed his general direction now. I assumed that he had a little adventure planned for the rest of our last night in Chicago and wanted me to keep my mouth shut around Janet. I wanted to get to the point and relieve the tension. “But what’s it got to do with me?” I asked. “I’m getting to that.” He took a breath and put aside the beer bottle from which he had been nervously stripping the label with a thumbnail. Once he got started his words came out all at once and in a rush. It was obvious that he had tried to prepare a little speech but, in the end, threw caution to the winds and just blurted it out. “I hope this doesn’t shock you,” he began, “but --- uh --- Janet would like to have sex with you, and it’s OK with me. I mean, --- Well, what I mean is --- I’d like to see her with you.” It didn’t quite register at first and I’m sure that I didn’t look as surprised as I felt. I probably gave no outward sign at all and the uncertainty caused him even more discomfort. I murmured something noncommittal and assured him that I was making no judgements. He seemed to relax at that, let a lot of air out of his lungs and went on with his explanation. I began to understand that, to Dan, it was important that he justify what he was proposing. “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of arrangements like this,” he continued with a wide grin and (so help me) a blush, “I mean, it’s fairly common. We began a little over five years ago and we both love it. She gets incredible pleasure from being with someone new --- especially someone younger, like you --- and even more because I’m there --- sort of --- you know, sharing the experience. I can’t tell you how much this has improved our relationship. We were sort of in the doldrums --- you know, kind of bored with marriage and all. I had had one affair and was miserable with all of the secrecy and the sneaking around. I thought she was having one too, and it began to develop into a vicious game. The atmosphere around the house was poison with suspicion and guilt and resentment all stirred together in an ugly way. “Then, I came home unexpectedly one night when I was supposed to be out of town. Sure enough, she was with someone. There was a strange car in the drive behind hers. I let myself in through the cellar door and made my way very quietly up the stairs --- snuck up, I guess you’d say --- and through the kitchen to the living room. I had no idea --- NO idea --- what I was in for.” We were pushed up against the wall of the booth, huddled together over the table to keep from being overheard. Dan’s voice was low and tense. I waited, knowing there was no stopping him now. “They were on the living room floor,” he continued, “on a bed of cushions and pillows. Several candles had been lighted around the room and one lamp was burning on the end table. Janet’s sheer red blouse had been tossed over the shade --- to give atmosphere, I guess. Anyway, they had just gotten their clothes mostly off and were getting down to business. Naturally, I had all of the knee-jerk responses you would expect --- outrage and anger --- it just boiled up in me. I stood there clenching my fists and working myself up to action. I started to barge in and put a stop to it --- exactly what all of us married guys are expected to do, huh? --- But then I caught sight of her just turning her face up to him and it stopped me in my tracks. There was something about her expression in the lamplight --- the face I knew so well --- so excited, so intense and animated! --- Just listen to this! --- She was sitting on the floor at his feet and smiling up at him, holding his erection in her hand. My heart sank and I wanted to burst into tears. At the same time my rage almost blinded me. I knew that I should want to crash in and smash his face but something held me back --- a strange mix of feeling and realization that was like listening to several radio stations at once --- and that was when it happened! “You know how you can get impressions and make decisions sometimes without actually thinking of words and logic and all? We do it all the time at work and think nothing of it! Well, that’s what happened. In a split second I knew that this was a great pleasure for her and that I loved her deeply and that I wanted her to have that pleasure. I saw that she was enjoying herself and I knew what was holding me back --- I didn’t want to spoil it --- had no right to spoil it, really. Then something else hit me like a truck! It was exciting! I was enjoying it, too! When she –-- she put her mouth on him, my pulse raced and my scalp nearly came off --- from excitement --- not jealousy! “I stood and watched as she gave him what he wanted --- what she wanted to give him! And I found it exciting! I liked watching it! I actually enjoyed watching my wife have sex with another man --- sucking his cock! I knew that mouth! She had sucked me countless times and I knew how she did it and what this guy was feeling as I watched. It was an incredible high! My cock was hard as a brick in no time!” He paused abruptly as the waitress stopped beside our table and to keep things going I ordered another round of beers. As soon as she was gone, Dan rushed on with his story. “I’m telling you, James --- if anyone had told me before that night that I would or could derive pleasure from watching another man’s big, hard cock in my wife’s mouth I’d have called them crazy. But that’s exactly what happened. I watched as she took it in and sucked and licked and fondled his balls and --- my God! It was incredible!” Dan had begun to tremble a little as he got into the scene behind his eyes. He focused on a space somewhere on the table between us where the events he narrated were being played out. His hands were clasped before him, the knuckles white with tension. The waitress came and went again. Dan went on in a tight, hushed voice. “I stood and watched as she --- as my wife sucked off a stranger. She rose up onto her knees and slid his entire cock into her mouth and held it there while she caressed his ass and legs. Her hair fell across her eyes in a way that I had seen a million times --- familiar in the way that things get when you’ve been married a while. It made my heart turn over. I knew that something was ending but at the same time I knew that something else was beginning. Then she began moving her head up and down on his cock and he groaned out loud. She played with his balls --- even sucked on them, too, for a while before going back to his cock and really getting down to business. When he got close, he caught her head and began pumping with short thrusts. I could hear her whimpering and sighing --- muffled because --- Anyway, when he came it was all I could do to keep from coming myself. Her face was in the light from the lamp on the end table and I could see her throat work as she swallowed! Incredible! Some of his cum ran out of her mouth and dripped on her tits. He kept spurting and when he finally stopped, her lips and face --- my wife’s lips and face --- were streaked with it --- with another man’s semen! I thought my chest would burst! “And that wasn’t all! Later, after they had drunk some wine, I watched as --- as he fucked her right there on the living room floor. I watched as he knelt between her legs and positioned his cock in her. He teased her with it till she cried out for him to go on, then sank slowly into that soft, hot, wet --- cunt --- that I knew better than anyone. She has always allowed the hair to grow wild there and has an excitingly hairy snatch. The hair was matted down with her wetness and I could hear the slick sounds as he pushed into her. I heard her gasp and moan as he eased in and out of her, saw her clutch at his back and ass --- and this guy was not spectacular. I don’t think he was any bigger than I am but he was absolutely rock-hard with his own excitement at fucking Janet --- at fucking my wife. It wasn’t his size, though; it was the newness --- the --- the pure excitement of someone different --- a strange cock, that was causing Janet to react the way she did --- to moan and cry and clutch. He began fucking her slowly, almost languidly after his recent release but that big, rigid cock kept sliding in and out of her cunt like a piston! And she loved it! Her legs were bent back to her chest and he was braced over her on his elbows. She pulled his head down and kissed him over and over again while his hips thrust in and out for long minutes. I hadn’t heard her moaning that way for a couple of years and instead of being jealous I was glad --- really glad for her! And there was something else, something that took me weeks to figure out --- I was relieved! Relieved that the end of the deception and lying had come because there was no way now that I was ever going to go on with that! --- Relieved, too, that there might be a way --- some possibility that we could restore some excitement to our marriage and still stay together! “I watched, fascinated, as he fucked her on the floor, her hands roaming up and down his body, clutching his ass and pulling him into her, urging him on faster and faster. When Janet finally came, her orgasm was deep and complete and, I knew, satisfying in a way that she had not experienced with me for a long, long time. I felt a peaceful release in myself as she stretched out her legs and settled back against the cushions. He grabbed her ass and pushed as far into her as he could get and jerked through his second climax since I had been watching. Then he lowered himself on top of her and they embraced lovingly --- lovingly! We ---Janet and I --- hadn’t done that for years! Our sex had become --- obligatory, I guess you would say --- sensation without any real feeling or --- or emotional satisfaction. “Well, in the end, I slipped back down to the cellar and waited for him to leave. He didn’t stay long because he was married too and had to get home. When he was gone I went upstairs and waited for Janet to finish her shower. When she came into the bedroom and saw me sitting on the bed she nearly fainted. I let her in on what had happened --- that I had watched her with him. She was scared as hell at first, but after I explained --- told her what I had felt and that I wasn’t mad but happy about it --- she relaxed. Her eyes glowed and I could tell that she was getting turned on at the thought of me watching while she gave herself to someone else. She pulled me into bed with her and if anyone tells you that a woman can’t rape a man, tell him he’s nuts! She was wild --- nearly ripped my clothes off! She kept me at it for hours! It was the best sex we’d had --- ever! We sucked and fucked and laughed and cried! Her pussy was sweet in my mouth and I came all over her tits and face and we fucked longer and more deeply than I can ever remember! I thought I would never get rid of my hard-on and --- Well, you can’t argue with success, now can you?” He paused, seemingly finished, and looked at me. His eyes were wild and searching, trying to decipher my reaction. I sat in silence for a few minutes, trying to think how to respond. He had told me a lot more than I needed or wanted to know --- especially there at the end --- but it seemed to provide some needed therapy for him and, after all, what are friends for? Finally, he could stand it no longer. “So what do you think? Would you like to be with her --- with Janet?” he finally asked. I could see that he was still pretty nervous and uncertain so I quickly let him off the hook. “OK,” I said, “I guess we could try it.” “You won’t regret it!” he said, his relief almost explosive. “She gets incredibly turned on --- so hot she goes wild, in fact. You’re --- you’re really in for a great ride! And I must admit that I love seeing her with another man. And don’t think there’s nothing in it for me --- you’ll be doing me a favor, don’t worry about that! I’ll get a lot out of it, like I said --- when we get home I’ll get the hottest sex imaginable!” “OK, Dan, OK! You’ve convinced me! Just set it up and let me know.” “Alright. I’m sorry --- I mean, if I got carried away. I’ll --- I’ll call you after we get back.” So why did I agree to do it, right? Dan’s nervousness had obviously been mixed with excitement --- arousal --- by the time he had finished his sordid little tale and that put me off a little. But he was sincere --- absolutely sincere --- and there was no denying it. Besides, I had always thought Janet would make a great bed partner. I just never figured that it was within the realm of possibility because she and Dan seemed so devoted to each other. As Dan and I parted that night, I actually had actually come around to it --- I was actually looking forward to his call with agreeable anticipation. A week later, I was invited on board Dan and Janet’s twenty-three foot, British-built racing craft –-- sail and twin inboard diesels --- for an afternoon of roaming around in the bay. It was hot and sunny and the cruise was like a tonic for three work-weary people. Dan and Janet were laughing and as affectionate with each other as they had always been in my presence. But occasionally, as we were getting ready and casting off, Dan would look at me with a shared knowledge in his glance, or Janet’s eye would catch mine with a gleam of promise and a curl to her smile that I had no trouble interpreting. She was dressed in jeans and a loose canvas top, the very antithesis of sexy. When we were under way and far enough out to be private, skimming over the bay under sail, Dan let me take the helm. He gave me some basic instruction and I accomplished my first tacking maneuvers. Janet had gone below to fix drinks for us and I nearly forgot the implied invitation to have sex with the captain’s wife in the exhilaration of the wind and the sleek movement of the hull over the water as I turned the wheel. After a while, Janet emerged from below, her feet and legs bare now beneath some kind of lightweight jacket that came down just below her bottom. “Here’s your grog,” she said gaily as I continued to steer. Dan took the cold plastic tumblers from her and held mine till I could manage a sip --- rum and coke --- an appropriate draught for sailing. Janet smiled her knowing smile at me and made her way to the front of the boat to lie on the deck near the mast and get some sun. She slipped off the jacket let it fall revealing her petite but delicious-looking body in a tiny bikini that barely covered nipples and bush. Black hairs from that well-thatched mount that Dan had mentioned peeked impudently out from the edges. She turned and smiled warmly at me, posing her legs and breasts provocatively. I didn’t miss the bold invitation and was becoming happier that I had accepted the invitation. She lay on the deck and continued to pose prettily for me as I watched her. It was seduction pure and simple, not subtle, but open and wanton and decidedly exciting. She smiled seductively and moved her thighs against each other. I smiled back and turned to face her more directly; to deliberately watch her movements and let her know that I was enjoying the way she was flaunting her body. “She’s a gorgeous lady,” Dan said from behind me, “great legs and tits, as you can see! And an ass that won’t quit!” A sharp barb of irritation pricked me in the region of conscience: I just didn’t like to hear a man describe his wife in such loose terms. But I pushed it aside --- told myself it was their marriage, their boat and he was the captain. I zeroed in on Janet and closed everything else out. Still looking at me, Janet sat up and reached behind her. She pulled the string on her bikini top and tossed it aside. Her breasts were voluptuous for such a small woman and sagged only slightly with soft fleshy weight. Her nipples were large and dark and even from where I sat I could see that they were stiff. I hoped that it wasn’t merely from exposure to the wind. “She’ll really give you a working over that you won’t forget,” Dan said. “She can suck a cock like nobody I’ve ever known and I’ve been around a bit, y’ know! Later on --- if you want to --- you can take her below and fuck her too. She’d like that and so would I!” Shut up, Dan, I thought, so I can enjoy this! Janet stood up, facing me with a smile, the wind blowing her dark hair around her face. She made a small movement and her bikini bottoms joined the top on the deck. Her dark bush, seen in full foliage, was even more exciting than I had anticipated. I turned the wheel over to Dan and moved down the deck toward her. She met me half way. We kissed once, tentatively, with closed lips, then again with full open mouths and tongues eagerly meeting, sliding past one another, seeking each other’s breath and passion. Her naked body was like a flame in the wind against my own half-clothed form. Her hands crept under my shirt and lifted it off over my head. Then, with a smile, she nestled her breasts against my chest and drew me tight against her. Our mouths found each other again, hotter and wetter this time. On Board Would she be up for an impulsive trip? Could she sneak a day off, a conspiratorial holiday at the last minute? That's what I asked late afternoon on a sunny summer day mid-week. I had an urgent last minute trip to make over to the Island. The meeting too early the following morning for a flight, already too late to even stop home to pack. Just time to make the late night ferry and a short night's sleep, hoping the hotel could do my laundry overnight. And hers if she could make it. After a very brief deliberation she agreed -- a beautiful summer night, she was quickly swept along in an excited mood and tomorrow's schedule had nothing urgent. I pick her up along the way, making the ferry just in time. Being mid-week and the last run of the night it's not very full at all so lading was quick and they left right on time. We rush up to the passenger deck, finally catching our breath as the ship pulls away from the terminal -- we hadn't stopped since I called earlier. And I finally get a chance to admire. She was out with friends when I called, wearing a very cute skirt and low cut top -- I smile in appreciation of the outfit and tell her how attractive it is. "Well, this is a come as you are party, isn't it?" "All the more fortunate for me that I caught you in a sexy mood." "Why the long coat though?" she asks, querying the light trench coat I threw on. "I've always loved going out on deck at night, and this has been hanging in my office since spring -- I just grabbed it on the way out." I get to my feet and look out at the terminal fading into the distance behind us as we head out into the straight and dark night. "Come, let's see what it's like outside." She looks down at her bare legs and arms, "Cold and very windy as I recall," she answers, unsure for a moment what she's agreed to get herself into. "Don't worry," I say with an inviting smile, "It's a warm night and I'll try my best to keep you warm." An adventurous spirit wins her over and we head out together onto the deck. The ferry is up to full speed now in the open water and the wind hits us as soon as we step out the door. Up the steep steps to the observation deck the wind tosses her skirt and I get a delicious view of sexy undergarments as she climbs up ahead of me. Stopping a moment and smiling mischievously down at me she calls out over the wind, "I have a feeling this is part of you motivation." "Only a very small part," I say as my hand runs up her bare leg to one cheek of her behind, right up to the waist of her thong. She quickly climbs the rest of the way up and fights an even stronger wind up to the bow. Rounding the corner of the narrow walkway just under the bridge is where the wind is strongest -- she holds her skirt down against her legs and leans forward, pushing against the wind. Luckily there's nobody around this late tonight -- it is quiet on the ferry and the deck is deserted. Rounding the corner at the bow we finally get our reprieve, the wind dying down to a dead calm right when we reach the middle. We stop there and she turns and smiles at me. I lean back against the sloped wall behind me and pull her into my arms, leaning back against me. I feel her relax, though still shivering a bit from the wind. It's a beautiful night, the air warm now that we're out of the wind, the sky pitch black and filled with stars. I let my hands wander a little as I whisper into her ear, admiring the curve of her hips, sliding up to cup her breasts in my hands. She moves her hips just a little, taking in my arousal as her behind rubs across my front. My hands close gently around her breasts as I kiss the side of her neck, taking a tiny bite as a moment of distraction while I slip my hand inside her top, finding a nipple with my fingers. She reached behind to find my cock with her hands, first grasping me through my pants, then unbuttoning and unzipping to make me just a little less uncomfortable. She quickly turns around and kisses me with a fierceness which disarms me for a moment, an urgency in the way her tongue darts into my mouth. I reach down under her skirt to grab her behind, squeezing it tight as I pull her hips against mine. Then I lift her up, breaking our kisses but bringing the temptation of her breast within reach. With one hand I pull open her top enough to take a nipple between my lips, my tongue dancing over it as my hand returns to her behind. I can feel her excitement growing -- my lips on her breast, the warm night air, the danger of being discovered in the shadows. We need to move quickly but we both know we can't stop now, not when we've both reached this level of excitement. I let her slide back down to her feet then turn around, pressing her against the sloped steel wall. Quickly I reach under her skirt, slipping her thong off and into my pocket before I press myself back against her, opening my coat to give some semblance of secrecy should someone stumble upon us. She reached down, taking my hard cock in her hands and pulling up her skirt to guide me towards her pleasure. I lift her slightly from her feet as she presses me against her wet lips. As she looks into my eyes I thrust deep inside, her arms thrown around my neck as we kiss again and again. Our excitement is tremendous as I thrust hard against the wall, her legs pulled up and wrapped around my hips. I feel her squeeze me tightly as she moans in my ear. Very quickly the excitement overwhelms, she shudders in my arms as she covers her mouth to keep from crying out. I slow for a moment, wanting desperately to turn her around and have her lean against the railing, bent over with her skirt flipped up over her behind. But I'm too worried that might be seen from the bridge just above us -- I tell her this, whispering it in her ear while I grind my hips slowly, feeling her excitement growing again. I pick up the pace again, thrusting harder and faster, telling her to squeeze me tighter, feeling myself falling over the edge until I burst inside her, my knees almost buckling as I let her slide back down to her feet before slipping out. I help her back into her underwear once I've caught my breath -- after all, we do need to climb back down those same windy steps. But once we get back to our seats we have a chance to snuggle up closely as we watch the dark waves slip by below, the lights of the island coming closer as we look forward to the rest of the night together. On Board The hand cuffs where loose on the wrists but her hands where behind her back. The breasts consequently where pushed out, beautiful to behold with dark nipples erect and contracted. "Where am I?" was the whisper that broke from her lips and roused her capturers gaze. "So you are going to talk to us" he smiled his reptilian like face splintering into a smile. His hand stretched out and behind her head, fingers splayed and furrowing between hair and scalp before twisting the wrist and balling the fist. He now had control of her head, pulling down so as to forced her to look up into his lustful eyes while stepping forward into her body. "You are on a submarine in the pacific ocean at 220 metres below sea level." "There are a few personnel that would like your company", he waited for her comprehension of what that meant, "And I see no reason to deny them, unless you can think of why I might want to help you and save you from some intense pleasure giving?" She felt his manhood harden against her, she was naked, felt cold and shivered. "OK", she said, "What if I pleasure you alone will that be sufficient." He leant forward and placed his mouth by her ear, smelt her hair and whispered "That is a good opening offer, I like that but Bert behind me might feel a bit left out, so what about including him in on the deal, I can not stop him from talking to the others about such a breath taking siren being on board but you might be able to seduce him into submission!" "What are you saying to her Sam?" Bert chimed in. He released her and turned to Bert and winked. She likes you Bert and has something to tell you, don't you! he looked back at her. "Ah ..yes" she stammered, "You are a very handsome man Bert, it would be my delight to provide pleasure to you, on the proviso that my presence onboard is kept between the three of us?" she raised her eye brows whilst looking at him with a quick glance at Sam. Bert furrowed his brow, "You will have sex with me and Sam willingly if we both keep quiet?" "Well, I'm not really in a position of strength so ... yes I will have intercourse with you both, I like sex and you are both pleasing to the eye!" Bert looked perplexed and felt stimulated, the thought of her impaled upon him championed his reason. "Fuck you Sam", she thought, "You are enjoying this you bastard." Bert moved over to where she was and brushed his hand over her breast as he took her hands and released the hand cuffs. Her instinct was to cover herself but she stymied to impulse and took his face in her hands, pulled him to her and kissed his lips whilst allowing her leg to brush between his legs and press onto his manly part, which she found was hard and eager. "One to me", she thought dropping her hands to his waist and tugged his pelvis into hers, then relaxing and sliding one hand into the waist line of his jeans down to the excited member and gently massaging it. Sam looked hurt and this pleased her, spurring her continue and to unzip the pants and kneel down. At this Sam turned and left the room. Immediately she stopped, stood up and smiled at Bert. "You are a very naught boy, I'm going to have to punish you. You should not be taking advantage of a damsel in distress so turn around take down your pants and bend over." A smirk came on this face and he then turned and obeyed as instructed. She caressed his member and tugged it rhythmically whist delivering a occasional slap to his rear. After a few moment he almost fell over and she felt a few contractions and surmised he had ejaculated. Time to stay low. She was not impressed, a sex slave to two men until they reach a port but what were her options, use a escape hatch and scuba to safety. First things first, find out her location then plan a escape. So Bert, where can I get some clothes? Bent smiled, "You don't need any dear, the captain knows you will stay in the cabin for modesty alone will ensure your obedience. He knows you won't obey him so ..." She brushed his hair from the left side of his face and kissed him, "Well I suppose I don't look good in overall's, a small set that hugs my curves?" Bert looked at her and coughed into his fist, "Well I would like to see you in some lace undies and perhaps a tight outfit, let me see what I can do." He knew that she would not leave the cabin with the items he had in mind and left to fetch them. Upon his return he saw her slight disapproval before smiling and looking eager to try the items on. Black lace see through panties and lacy C Cup for her D cup breasts. Overalls that where shorts and braces leaving nothing to the imagination. The other items where tight leather shorts and high heel calf hugging black boots with D links down the inside legs and two pad locks attached to two wrist cuffs. "So what first Bert", she swallowed hard. "The panties and boots my dear." She pulled the panties up and adjusted them, then the bra which pushed her breasts together and outwards. Next the boots took some time to get on and once laced up would be hard to remove. Bert fitted wrist cuffs to her arms and then pad locked these to the inner thigh D rings on the boots. She was stooping, so sat down which allowed her some slack. Sam returned with a bottle of red wine and glasses. "Wow what a captive beauty we have here." She scowled at him. He unlocked the cuffs from the D rings and poured her a glass of wine. "Well you are a sight for sore eyes my dear, I'm glad you could join us on this voyage!" They clinked glasses and drank to the toast. "I'm glad you like finer things in life, I trust you like intelligent woman also", she smirked at him. "Yes you are a very beautiful woman and highly educated, I'm honoured to have your company!" "So when do we start Sam?" He looked around and Bert was absent, "Jane be careful what you say", he motioned towards to communications device in the cabin, "it bugged" he whispered". She placed her mouth to his ear, "What happened, why am I aboard when my orders were to give you instructions and stay put?" He turned his head to her ear, "They were going to eliminate you, I was under orders to do so, Bert and I brought you here and he thinks you are just my bed warmer, so play the part and when we reach port I'll get you off". "Kill me, they wanted to kill me...but why Jim, why", she was puzzled? "They are winding up the network and you are a loose end, I wanted to say something but if they knew they would have sent someone else, now I have to hide you." "What about Bert, does he know?" "Bert is leaving tonight and is unlikely to return, he won't say anything, he likes you, you made him happy just now, the gear your in was his girlfriend's attire", he raised his eyebrows to give emphasis. "Classy taste", was her sarcastic retort. "He loved her and she died on a operation, I thought he was going to suicide but now this gift to you makes me wonder". "Jesus Sam, you don't think he wanted me...". "No, no, definitely not, your not really his type and he knows it that is why he gave you this, he is moving on with his life and this linkage to her is broken by seeing you dressed in it, it displaces her." On Board We broke apart with a long sigh. Confidently, she took my hand and led me back toward the rear of the boat. She reached up to caress Dan’s face as we passed him on our way aft. She drew me to the padded bench seats at the stern and settled on my lap. She lifted one of my wrists with her long graceful fingers and placed it on her bare breast, encouraging me to squeeze. I did and she let out a long soft “O-o-o-h-h-h,” and settled her head on my shoulder. I fondled, stroked, teased and generally enjoyed myself with her soft, generous breasts. I dipped my head down and sucked one of her dark puffy nipples bringing little cries of delight from her. My other hand was around her waist as she sat on my lap and it drifted to her soft and ample bottom hunting similar delights in that field. She was fleshier there than I had expected and I was delighted at the soft luxurious feel of her cheeks. Her breathing deepened; her head relaxed on my shoulder. She squirmed delightfully in my lap. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you,” she whispered. “We can really have a great time.” Her hand slipped down my chest and found my nipples. Her fingers teased them as mine had teased hers. “You’re sure you don’t mind? --- About Dan, I mean?” “I think it will be OK,” I responded, trying to sound as confident as she was. Truthfully, my mind was still full of doubt but my hands were full of luscious tits and ass and I didn’t want to put the obvious outcome of the afternoon in jeopardy by confessing. Maybe she sensed it anyway because she became even more seductive. “Your hands feel so good,” she cooed, “so strong and warm. Play just a little rougher with me, OK? --- Here --- Oh, yes, that’s it! --- My nipples,” she was whispering in my ear now, “--- pinch them a little. --- OH! Yes! Yes! Oh, Jim! I love that! Now squeeze me hard! M-M-M-M-M-M! Oh, God! That’s wonderful! --- Do it to the other one now, OK? --- OH! Yes! --- Just a little more! Oh, thank you!” My God! I was boiling hot in no time! She really knew how to relieve the tension. I felt her fingers on my wrist again, felt it guided down to the warm, thick thatch between her luscious legs. “Could you please tease my pussy a little? –-- Ah-h-h! Oh, Yes! --- Put your fingers inside me! --- Yes! That’s it! Oh, Jim! --- Oh! A little more --- YES! Fuck me a little! --- That’s so goo-o-o-o-d! It’s making me so wet! Oh, Jim, Jim, you know just what to do! Can you feel how wet and open for you I am? --- How much I want you? How much I want to suck you and fuck you --- right now!” After that all my doubt was gone and Dan might as well have been on the moon. The beautiful bundle of dark-haired pulchritrude in my lap was the only thing in the universe. Her ivory skin flowed and rippled under my hands. My fingers were into her up to the last knuckle and her soft little cries stoked my passion to impossible heights. The boat had slowed. I looked up to see Dan maneuvering into an inlet sheltered on one side by a cliff and open to the bay on the other side. While I continued feeling up his wife, he dropped the sail and then the anchor. My hand was wet with her juices now and I was as high as I had been in months. The pain and humiliation of my divorce were sunk deeper than the water we were rocking on. Lana had never reacted to me this way! Janet sucked greedily on one of my nipples and her hand was in my lap searching, then finding the hard ridge of flesh that was there beneath the cut-off jeans. “O-o-o-o-h-h!” she sighed playfully, “do you have a present for me? Can I see it?” Hell yes, I thought, it might as well be now. I helped her off of my lap and stood in front of her. I unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped my shorts along with my briefs. “Oh, Dan!” she called to her husband, “He’s . . . he’s so . . . big!” She fondled my balls and stroked the rapidly growing shaft in obvious appreciation. She peeled the foreskin back and kissed the tight, shiny purple head softly with pursed lips. A bit of clear fluid beaded at the opening and she licked it up with a soft little cry. She lifted my balls on the tips of her fingers, pushed my cock up against my stomach and to her knees to kiss each one, tonguing them slowly and finally taking them into her mouth one at a time for a soft sucking. Her hand slid smoothly up and down the back of my thigh, squeezing and caressing. After a few seconds she looked up at me, her face bright with fun and anticipation. “I’m going to enjoy this big beautiful tool,” she purred, her eyes locked into mine. “I hope I can make you come right away!” She was stroking my cock slowly with a tight hand and cradling my balls in the other hand, massaging gently. I was getting really hot and she knew just how to stoke the fire. “Would you like that, Jim? Would you like for me to kneel here in front of you and suck you off --- till you come in my mouth?” She was gazing at my cock now, watching it grow even larger and harder in her hand. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue a little and rested the head of my cock on it. Slowly, she lifted her tongue up and down a few times, teasing and grinning as much as possible. Then she slipped her lips over the head, keeping them tight. The sensation was electric! She paused for a moment and held me motionless in her mouth, still watching me. I felt her tongue sliding on the underside, pulling softly. “Mm, mm, mm,” she murmured. Her lips twisted and tightened then pulled off with a soft popping sound. “Could you feel that?” she asked. “Could you feel my tongue? I’m tasting you, learning your taste and your size. Do you like it?” “Yes!” I managed to choke out. “Please don’t stop!” She laughed lightly and took me back into her mouth, sliding her lips deeply down onto me. Her cheeks hollowed with the suction. Her lips turned nearly inside out as she dragged them back up the length of my shaft. I felt the tide rising and locked my muscles up but she knew again what to do. She tightened her grip on the shaft and squeezed, stopping the blood flow and sending the tide back out to sea again. “You taste good, Jim!” she breathed softly. “Your hard-on feels so good in my mouth --- so big and thick and hot! I’ll bet your cum is delicious!” Christ! She was going to make me come just by talking about it! There was a movement behind me, a shadow, and I knew that Dan had begun watching. Suddenly, I felt a rush of power because he was there --- watching us --- watching me slide my iron-hard cock into his wife’s mouth. I forced myself to go slow --- to enjoy every moment of it and keep control of the situation. My need for release subsided, subordinated to my enjoyment of the power I was feeling taking my pleasure in the mouth of another man’s wife while he watched. I felt an incredible rush as I watched my cock disappear between Janet’s lips, then reappear, slick and wet with her saliva. Her soft sounds of lust and enjoyment added immensely to the high. I reached out and rested my hand on the back of her head possessively, setting a motion and tempo that pleased me. Suddenly, Janet drew her mouth up and off of me, began caressing my cock with tight fingers and smiled up into my face. Her other hand massaged my balls gently. “Oh, God, I love this!” she said aloud. “I love the feel of you in my mouth! Your balls are so big and exciting in their warm little sack! May I kiss them, Jim? H-m-m? May I?” I nodded and grunted, hardly able to speak and she pushed my cock up against my belly and dipped her face beneath. I felt her lips seek out one of my balls, kiss it, lick it and then suck it gently into her mouth for a warm tongue massage. She treated the other the same and when she was finished I was feeling the pressure again. I was not going to be able to hold out much longer. Her hand tightened around my shaft and pumped furiously for a few strokes. “Don’t hold back any more, Jim!” she begged in a voice both pleading and demanding, “Please, come now, baby! Let me have it all!” She was barely able to fit her lips over the head again before I gushed into her mouth, filling it with a week’s store of cum. She cried out with pleasure and triumph and let the next couple of spurts land on her face, streaking her cheeks and coating her lips. More ran down her chin and dripped on her breasts and thighs. “Oh! . . . Oh! . . . Oh!” she cried aloud as she pumped me dry, my cock still held tight against her lips. When I subsided at last, she took me back into her mouth and sucked gently, caressingly as I softened. After several seconds, I heard Dan say softly, “Rub it on her lips. She likes that.” I started a little because I had nearly forgotten that he was there. I rolled my cock across her lips and cheeks and she smiled and uttered some low growling sounds of pleasure and licked it as it went past. At last, I slipped from her smiling, glistening lips. A last bit of come spilled from the corner of her mouth. Perspiration beaded on her forehead and her cheeks were red. She settled back on her heels and I saw thick creamy cum slip from between her lips back onto the head of my cock. She smiled up again, then locked her eyes into mine and made sure I watched as she licked it back up and swallowed it. She continued to lick and suck until I was thoroughly cleaned. She sat back, licking her fingers. She raised her face to me with that adoring look that Dan had mentioned when he told of watching her with the guy in the living room. “That was fun,” she said in a voice husky with lust, “and just as delicious as I knew it would be. Oh, your cum is good --- thick and creamy just the way I like it!” Janet cuddled with me as Dan went below for more grog. She kissed me tenderly and said, “Later, baby, later there will be more!” Dan returned with the drinks and we all relaxed then. The evening was drawing down, the shadows lengthening across the inlet. The heat was still palpable and heavy. Dan was the only one with clothes on. I felt liberated and at ease, naked as I was. Janet lay naked in the seat between us her head on Dan’s lap and her thighs across mine. Soft shadows of the trees on the cliff undulated across her luscious body. Dan and I both caressed her softly as we drank and talked about sailing and the wind and weather and the boat and anything but sex. When our glasses were empty I put my shorts back on and Janet went forward and retrieved her bikini and jacket. She slipped into the jacket and tied the sash but stuffed the bikini into the space beneath the seat. We went below and Janet began cooking for us. When she was finished, she presented us with large, rare steaks juicy and seared, nestled next to brown fried potatoes. Thick slices of apple pie and rich, dark coffee rounded off the feast. We talked and laughed in perfect contentment. My eyes wandered often to the opening in Janet’s jacket where the soft curve of her breast was visible or to her ivory-white thighs as they twisted together. Dan, the only smoker, went on deck for a cigarette and Janet cleared the table. When she had everything piled on the sideboard she embraced me from behind and placed her lips next to my ear. “Tired?” she asked. “Not in the least,” I assured her. “Good! Because I want you to fuck me! I can’t wait to feel your big tool inside me! Oh, Jim, baby!” Her arms tightened around me. “Fuck me and make it real good, will you?” “I’m ready,” I responded. “Good! Let’s get started. Dan will be down in a few minutes but we can begin now!” She slipped around in front of me and plastered her lips on mine. Her impudent and hot little tongue invaded my mouth as she settled on my lap. Her jacket had been left on the floor. My hands were immediately busy repeating the journey of the afternoon, her exciting tits with their hard, dark nipples, her round sexy thighs --- her gorgeous, warm and cushiony ass! Kiss after kiss after kiss slid wetly across our mouths. Her lips were on fire with her passion. “Oh, Jim!” she whispered between kisses, “no one has ever --- ever --- thrilled me the way you do! Please, please, please! Play with me like you did before! Here, --- put your hand --- m-m-m! Yes, Baby --- Oh, --- that’s it! Oh, God, your big warm hands! YES! --- I’m so hot I could melt! --- Take me to the bed! Now!” I lifted her in my arms and made my way to the bunk in the forward compartment. She never stopped kissing me the whole way. I lowered her to the bed and dropped my shorts to the floor. She pulled me down onto her hot little body, writhing beneath me like a soft little snake. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she gasped, “Feel me up some more! I love your hands!” I went to work on her tits and thighs, feeling her deeply with hard stiff fingers, bruising her tender flesh, working my way to her bottom where I kneaded and pinched and finally slapped her cheeks hard. She mewed and cried and bucked beneath me, a woman truly ready to be fucked. Suddenly, I was struck with inspiration and began to talk to her in her own language, “Open your legs, Janet!” I said in full voice, “I want your pretty little cunt!” She let out a loud gasp of excitement and arched her pelvis off of the bed to meet my questing fingers. I invaded her sopping pussy and gave her a vigorous fingerfucking till she cried out. “Oh, please! No more! Give it to me, Jim! Pl-e-e-e-ease, Give it to me!” I rolled between her wide-open thighs and sank immediately into her cunt, plunging hard and fast into her. I held her ass tight in my hands and thrust in to the hilt, pinned her to the mattress, striving to get all of her eager and willing pussy, wanting all of her heat and passion. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” she cried, “Please don’t stop! Don’t ever stop! I’m going to come!” She boiled over in waves of clutching orgasm, binding me to her with arms and legs like steel bands. I’d never had such glorious sex! When she subsided, I continued to thrust in and out of her body seeking the release that I needed so badly. She pulled my face down to hers and said, “Don’t come inside me! Come in my mouth again --- Please. Jim, please! Come in my mouth again so I can taste you!” Her words pushed me over the edge and I pulled out of her spasming cunt and arched my body up till my cock was in her face. “Here!” I said, and she turned her head to take me in. I pumped my cock twice and a strong bolt of cum shot onto her face. She arched her body off of the bed and squealed as jet after jet shot across her cheeks and onto her lips. She caught my cock with her lips and sucked the rest into her mouth. For the second time that day I watched in satisfaction as my semen rolled out of Janet’s mouth and coated her chin and lips. She was trembling and clutching me to her as I pumped the last of my semen into her eagerly sucking lips. I lay down beside her on the bed as she gently sucked and laved with her tongue till I was soft in her mouth. We lay still for several minutes while we both calmed and returned to normal breathing. Sometime during our semi-conscious writhing and struggling, Dan had returned and was sitting in a chair near the bed. He said nothing, but rose and left again. Janet turned to me. “Listen,” she said, “I have to tell you this while I can. I really meant it when I said that no one had ever thrilled me like you. I’ll never get over you! Right now --- this minute --- I’d like to leave Dan and be your woman --- or your wife or your whore or what ever you want me to be. But I can’t leave him. I love him too much. Do you understand? There’s just too much between us and I know that he loves me! Do you understand?” “Yes --- yes, of course I do!” I assured her. “But can we see each other? Like this, I mean?” “Oh, yes! Yes, we can!” she answered. “I mean, Dan will be there, too --- most of the time. But maybe we could --- you know –-- get together by ourselves once in a while. Would you like that?” “More than anything!” I said. She never left Dan. I continued to see her for several years. Often Dan was there to watch. But just as often we saw each other alone and I never knew if Dan found out about those times or not. I didn’t ask and neither of them ever said. Janet continued to give me her gorgeous little body, soft and strong and warm, generously and without reservation and I continued to give her everything that I could determine that she wanted from me. She taught me how to please her and to bring her to flaming passion with foreplay. I spent long minutes, even hours, toying with her tender tits, teasing her large, dark and sensitive nipples, pulling and twisting them till she screamed in ecstasy. I learned to caress her vulva with patient fingers before applying my lips and tongue, waiting for her slick, hot wetness that never failed to descend and excite me. Her passion and appreciation never seemed to abate. She had one peculiarity: she always wanted me to come in her mouth. She seemed to want it more than anything else. She often writhed and squirmed in orgasmic delight as I pumped my semen between her loving lips. As for me, I loved her voluptuous little ass. I soon began to appreciate how lovely it felt as I fucked her from behind with her on her knees and her face on a pillow, uttering a soft little, “oh!” with each thrust. The softness of her round, generous bottom as it spread out against my groin with each thrust was heaven! She developed a taste for spanking, too --- a taste that I readily encouraged and indulged. Often --- but only on the occasions when we met alone --- I reddened her bottom and her tender white thighs with sharp spankings that turned her into a wildcat. She bucked and thrust her impudent little rump back against my raging hard-on till we collapsed, satisfied and gasping for air, her tits soft and pliant in my hands, her hot little ass still squirming greedily against me. Her cunt was the sweetest that I have ever known --- and I have known a few. After our first encounter, I ate her pussy as a matter of habit and looked forward to it every time. I let her teach me how to please her and I loved the feel of her fingers twined in my hair, the eager rise and fall of her pelvis as she rubbed her cunt lips on my mouth, sighing and murmuring her pleasure as she did. Her fragrance has never left my memory. Her taste abides with me yet.