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Journey to Another Life Ch. 01

By: DrPope



This is my first story but its a long one and is 31 chapters. Its not a cuckold story, its not a revenge story. It is somewhere in-between. Its about a man who is used to controlling everything and finds himself marrying a girl who has never been controlled.

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Ed glanced at his watch every thirty seconds as the cab made its way through the commuter logjams and tie-ups. He knew that going to a dance club on a Friday night after work was a bad idea but Nikki wanted it, so here he was, watching the meter and his blood pressure edge upward.

His meeting with the Adelphi board had run longer than expected but he hadn't minded because in the end, they'd come to a development deal larger than any he'd undertaken before. Six high-rise apartment buildings, a hotel, and two commercial buildings that flanked a parking garage were going to be his in a matter of weeks. Even in his wildest dreams, he never imagined so much success so soon in his career. He'd give Nikki that sprawling country house in Connecticut she was always pining for. He'd give it to her as a wedding gift, he thought, smiling to himself.

He looked at his watch again. He was now officially an hour late. Keeping Nikki waiting did not make him happy. He hated the idea of her being in that dance club, getting talked up by all kinds of creeps and opportunists.

"I'll get out here," Ed told the driver when the sign of the dance club came into view. He stuffed two $20 bills through the Plexiglas slot, even though the fare was $18.

Bounding up the wide, gridlocked street, he nursed an odd mix of exultation about his development deal and intense irritation at disrespecting Nikki by being late. A pulsating disco beat and a gorgeous blond hostess met him at the door.

"Welcome to Thrill," she said in a voice already straining to be heard over the music. What would she sound like by midnight? Her big brown eyes and long legs held his interest for a flicker of a second before he remembered why he'd come. Ed chuckled inwardly to think how, before Nikki, he would have hit on this one in a hot minute. He handed her a $20, smiled, and waved away her protest to give him change. 

He surveyed the bar but didn't see Nikki. And really, it was unlikely that someone with Nikki's charms would be nursing a drink at the bar like the stood-up half of a blind date. He turned to the sparsely populated but brightly illuminated dance floor.

There she was—dancing with four men! Yes, there were women gyrating and slithering on the dance floor, too, and they may even have been the partners of those men, but Ed didn't see it that way. To him, all the men were either dancing with his beautiful Nikki or wanted to be. He watched her swing her long dark hair with joyful abandon, smiling like a kid whose recess break just got extended. But the body had absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with being a kid. It moved in feline but rhythmic patterns that instantly mesmerized anybody who watched. Her short white skirt emphasized her endless legs, ending just where her curves yielded the most promise. As he stood admiring her, one of the men leaned toward her and said something to her that made her laugh. Just as she threw her head back, she caught sight of Ed and waved him over.

He moved toward her, happy to claim his fiancée so publicly. Her eyes got brighter as he approached and she stopped dancing to throw her arms around him.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, sweetie," he shouted into her fragrant hair.

"It's okay!" She said, now looking at him and still beaming. "I knew you'd be here eventually, so I just started without you!" Even the disco ball didn't glitter as much as her eyes did.

He laughed. "That's my girl!"

"Well, come on, then! Let's dance!" She said, pulling him to the center of the dance floor. The other men still kept their eyes on her but respectfully kept a distance now that Ed had arrived. He found himself both proud and strangely disappointed. Nevertheless, he surrendered to the rhythm and danced with his beautiful bride-to-be until her strappy little Manolo Blahniks started to hurt her feet several hours later.

Back at his quiet, luxurious penthouse on the east side, his veins still resonated to that enduring dance beat. He felt slightly wired as he undressed his favorite vixen and put his lips to the heat at her neck. She allowed him to press her against a wall and pushed her hips into his crotch. All the dancing had brought a lovely dewy quality to her skin and intensified her perfume—she smelled like blooming cereus and earthen patchouli and when he closed his eyes, he had a flash of being in a desert garden on a cool, clear night. 

When their mouths met, their hungers collided. She wrapped one long leg around his thigh and he grabbed a handful of her ass. He tasted remnants of her Cosmopolitan on her tongue as it slithered around his. His other hand burrowed into the fullness of her long, dark hair, slightly more limp now after a night of dancing but still as wild and free as the spirit it crowned.

The hand at her ass moved to the vortex between her thighs. Because her leg was raised to wrap around him, he found her damp panties easily, pushing them aside to get to the succulence inside. Her cream coated his fingers with audible speed.

He knew her feet hurt but he enjoyed watching her squirm around in the palm of his hand too much to suggest that they move the party to the bedroom. She wiggled and moaned as he fingered her, so wet that she seemed to melt in his hand. If not for the hardness of her clit, he might have believed that she was. 

He slipped his forefinger into her steamy hole while he frigged her clit with his thumb. His mouth muffled her gasps. Even as she got harder and arched her back in readiness, he did not stop kissing her—he wanted her to cry out in his mouth so he could catch her pleasure, relish it as it traveled through his body, and return it to her over and over again.

And when she shuddered and bucked, she fed him her pleasure through muted exclamations of joy. He stayed clamped to her as her cunt twitched and juiced. His cock, which now strained the seams of his trousers, throbbed with an ache he hoped to relieve soon.

He'd learned that if he stimulated her even during her orgasm, he could often push her to new heights, even extend the duration of her release. Tonight, her gasps turned into outright screams that filled his mouth with confirmation that his strategy was working. The creamy spasms in his hand went on for close to two minutes and one of her fists pounded the wall as the other clutched a handful of his hair.

Finally, she twisted away from him, unable to withstand any more blissful torture. Having broken free of both him and the wall, she stood beside him now, steady but glassy eyes staring at him as she clutched her midsection. The wild grin assured him she was fine but her breathing was still heavy and labored.

"Oh dear God. You won't be content unless you kill me before the wedding, will you?" she said, breathless.

"If you call a bunch of little deaths killing you, then yes, I would have to agree with you," he said, moving toward her.

She put out her hand. "Wait! What are you doing?"

He stopped, mock surprise on his face. "I was only trying to carry my lady to the boudoir."

"Oh," she said, lowering her hand. "Then by all means, please proceed." She giggled as he swept all five feet, nine inches of her up and toted her to his seductively lighted bedroom. She'd helped him design it, choosing the lighting herself. Ed was always in favor of indulging what she wanted in the bedroom.

She undressed for him now, slipping out of her blue and white striped top and wrinkled white skirt to pose for him briefly in her white lace g-string and bra. White lace suited her perfectly, and he'd once told her so. She'd worn it ever since.

"Shall I dance for you?" She asked, shaking her mostly bare ass cheeks at him.

"I'd love it. Just like those guys tonight seemed to love it," he replied, curious that he'd bring that up at this moment. Their attention to her hadn't left his thoughts for very long throughout the evening.

She laughed. "Yeah, they did love it, didn't they? You might think they'd never seen a girl before!"

"Well, at least not one as sexy as you. I can't really blame them for being fascinated." He finished removing his clothes and stood before her now sporting an enormous hard-on and a large, inviting smile. 

She stopped dancing and came to him. "Is that what's kept you hard all night? The thought of those guys watching me?" Her arms went around his neck.

"They're just envious," he said, loving the way her skin felt against his. "If I'm hard, it's got nothing to do with those jerks."

"No," she purred, leading him to the bed, where she got on all fours. "Of course it doesn't."

As he surveyed the mannequins, the expensive accessories, and the wide-eyed shoppers, he recalled his pre-Nikki days. Days of Golf and Boating, he thought wryly. He never really imagined himself at Saks Fifth Avenue on a warm and sunny September day, but here he was, waiting for the most captivating woman in the world to model her potential purchases for him. Did he really miss chasing a tiny white ball around or hosing down the hull of his sea-faring craft? 

No, he decided as she emerged from the dressing room in outfit Number Three. None of his former pastimes were quite as riveting as the sight of Nikki in this particular dress.

"Well, now," he said, eyebrows raised. "That's certainly a head-turner."

On the hanger, it had been a simple black dress. On Nikki, the garment took on a mystique all its own. He knew it would be short, but in actuality, it challenged even that basic description. If Nikki went out in such a dress, he'd have to cover her backside—it would undoubtedly be on display if she ever needed to bend over to pick something up. 

Sheer, black lace was the insert between the dress's top and skirt, and the halter design would have kept her breasts secure had the straps not been half as wide as they needed to be. Her beautiful breasts threatened to spill out at any moment, their supple flesh gleaming with plans for imminent escape. He was glad now that his money and influence had secured a private fitting room for the two of them—he would have been embarrassed to have others see her so exposed.

"You like it?" she asked, admiring herself in the mirror.

"Sure, I like it, but not for you to wear in public. Especially not on our honeymoon!"

"Oh, come on, Ed," she said, smiling and walking closer to him. She wore three-inch-high pink sandals that accentuated the length and strength of her legs. "Don't be a prude!" She ran her fingers through his hair.

"I'm not being a prude, Nikki. That's the kind of dress a woman wears to snag a man, not to keep one!"

"Really?" she challenged. "So you're saying you wouldn't be proud to see me in this dress?"

"Well, no, not exactly..."

"You wouldn't be proud to be with me when other men are looking at me?"

Damn it, he was hard again. Did she always have to do this to him in public—make him want her so much that he was at the mercy of his cock? 

"I wouldn't mind if other men looked at you," he said, now wanting to press down on his erection to show it who was boss. 

She sauntered around the perimeter of the dressing room, swinging her hips and relishing the jiggle of her breasts as she gazed at herself in the surrounding mirrors. He imagined all the covetous male eyes that would follow that dress and all the voluptuous bits in it. He felt the men's desire and understood their longing. 

She looked over her shoulder at him and winked. "Because they will look, you know," she assured him.

"Believe me, I know."

"Oh, come on, Ed. It's so hot! It'll be perfect for the cruise," she said, eyes aglow with mischief.

"Oh, all right. If you don't mind other men fucking you with their eyes, why should I?"

"That's right!" She said, now skipping over to where he sat. "Because it'll be your ring I'm wearing," she whispered into his ear. Her hand found his bulge and caressed it. He wanted desperately to hope that she attributed his hard-on to her beauty, but he feared that she might be discovering, as he was, that the idea of other men watching her, salivating for her, fueled his excitement just as much.

"Just promise me you'll save it for the honeymoon," he said. "I don't think the world is ready for it before then."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart." She kissed his forehead and gave his balls a knowing squeeze.

Either they'd have to find a dance club closer to his office or he needed to stop scheduling appointments after 3:00 on Fridays. He was furious with himself for being late to Thrill once again, but it really couldn't be helped. Those residual contract amendments had needed to be ironed out before Monday and now, thank goodness, they were. Now he was free to take Nikki on his boat and enjoy the weekend.

But in the meantime, he was keeping her waiting yet again. Gnarled traffic foiled his plans but at least it moved a little faster than it had the week before. He arrived at the club about forty minutes late.

Inside, he stopped short to discover Nikki on the dance floor with a couple of her girlfriends and at least five men whose partners sat at the bar, shooting venomous glances toward the dancers.

Little wonder, Ed thought. Nubile Nikki was the house Salome in her brand new black dress.

He stepped back before she could see him and let a smoked glass partition shield him from her notice. His pulse beat a steady rhythm in his ears that defied anything playing at the dance club. Why had she deliberately worn that dress when he'd asked her not to? He wasn't angry with her, just baffled. And sure enough, his fears about its coverage had been well-founded—as she danced, the firm slope of her ass cheeks poked out from below the hem. Sometimes, she'd pull the dress down, other times, she'd just let it adjust itself to her movements. And one time, one of the men "helped" by tugging on it, to which she responded with a bright smile and a nod. 

She and her girlfriends danced provocatively, not intending to seduce but fully aware that no other result was possible. Nikki's female friends were unattached and collected men like Nikki collected expensive shoes, but all of the women enjoyed a good night out on the town and loved to dance. So, Ed's breath caught in his throat when he saw Nikki sidle up to one of the guys and use him as a pole for some Las Vegas-style stripper dancing. The lucky man, who flushed as Nikki slithered herself up and down against his body, at first tried not to stare at her over-exposed figure, but the longer she tempted him, the less restraint he used. After a minute or so of grinding her g-string-clad ass against his tailored suit, letting her dress reveal just enough of her ass to push the limits of decency, the man attempted to place an eager palm on one of her firm cheeks.

She instantly disengaged from him and wagged a finger at him. Her look was teasing but stern. It clearly communicated "no touching." Nevertheless, Ed's heart was now pumping blood through his veins at an unhealthy rate.

Nikki now moved to the middle of the dance floor and launched into a dance soliloquy of sorts. She jiggled and bounced and undulated until everyone in the club, including the others on the dance floor, stopped and watched, awed as much by her dancing skill as by her incredibly tight, sexy body. Would she move in such a way that a breast would break free of the dress? Would she go that far? The men stared, nearly drooling in their desire for her. Ed's cock leaked pre-cum on his shorts. Her girlfriends applauded and shouted encouragement at her. Nikki laughed and ran her hands along her backside, then moved them to the front of her dress, where they felt up her tits. Were all the men as short of breath as Ed was, he wondered?

He let her perform for a while longer until he boldly stepped out from behind the glass and pretended that he'd just arrived. He refused to acknowledge his erection in the hopes that it would subside before anybody noticed it. She waved to him happily and gradually extricated herself from the dance floor revelry. All the men followed her with their eyes as she approached him.

"Hi!" Perspiration sparkled on her skin like magical fairy dust. She kissed him on the lips with more drama than was necessary, and he realized she was still performing, although her enthusiasm at seeing him felt genuine. "I hope you haven't been waiting long."

"No, no. Just got here," Ed lied. "You look like you could use a cold drink."

"That would be perfect," she said. "Let's go to the bar. Want to have dinner here, too?"

"No, let's not. I'd rather eat in tonight," he said, barely able to wait to get her alone.

He tore off her g-string with such force that the string came flying at him. Did he push her onto the bed or had she fallen there of her own accord? Whatever the path that led her there, she lay on her back with her legs splayed open, showing him the sweet honey that glistened on her luscious pink folds. Her scent, deeper than usual from all the sweat induced by the dancing, led him to her pussy like a witch's potion. Before he knew it, his nose was nestled in her muff and his tongue tasted the salty juice at her clit.

She wrapped her toned legs around his back. Now this, he thought, was dinner!

He rubbed his entire face around her labia, longing to feel his face covered in her cream. He moved slowly over her slit to coat one cheek, then the other, then his chin, and finally his nose in her ubiquitous wetness. When every breath delivered one hundred percent Nikkiness, he speared his tongue into her opening and fucked her until she pushed her clit into his mouth.

"Lick my clit," she begged. "I need to come in your face."

He knew how she liked it—big swirls around her nub to start and then tiny, rapid-fire licks across the fleshiest part. He gave it to her that way but added his middle finger up her cunt just for good measure. She shouted her come and pulled down with her legs across his back, forcing his face deeper into her slippery, swollen lips. 

As she came, she got wetter and he got harder. He fought the urge to stroke himself as he ate her—he wanted to save himself for when he fucked her. And oh, how he wanted to fuck her.

Seconds after her final spasm, she unhooked her legs from around him and grabbed his upper arms. "Lie down," she instructed. "I'm gonna ride you until you pass out."

There were few visions he enjoyed more than the one of Nikki on top of him. He never grew tired of gazing at the smiling curves of her breasts, the pink enthusiasm of her nipples, or the tumble of hair that cascaded from her head. When she positioned herself on top of him, he enjoyed watching her titties bounce around until she was just where she wanted to be. And who else had ever grasped his cock with so much wanton finesse, inserting it into her pussy so effortlessly that he never needed to move a muscle in order to help her?

He closed his eyes to enjoy the full experience of her hot cunt as it closed in on him and tried to pull his whole body inside her. When he opened them, he imagined himself as one of the men tonight who would never get to experience Nikki this way. He pictured what it must be like for a man to focus long, lingering gazes on a body that offered so much pleasure but would never be available to him. Ed visualized a room full of men watching Nikki ride him. He could see them jerking off, cursing their luck under their breath, envying Ed.

"What are you thinking about?" Nikki asked him as she rose and fell on his engorged rod.

"Men. Watching you," he blurted out.

She reached around to fondle his balls. "Mmmmm. Men who want me?"


Journey to Another Life Ch. 01



"Yes."

"Like they did tonight?"

"Yes," he replied, instantly aware of his error. He searched her eyes for any indication of her next reaction.

She smiled, leaning over to grab the headboard to get a new angle on him. "It's okay, sweetie. I know you were at the club for a long time before you showed yourself. I know you were watching me. I thought it was cute."

"I'm sorry." Why didn't getting busted make him softer? If anything, his dick was more like steel than ever before.

"You don't have to be sorry. You must have liked what you saw or you wouldn't have watched. Did you like the way I danced?"

"It was hot," he said. "Everybody seemed to think so."

She slammed down on his cock, squatting so he could see her pussy better. "And that's the part I think you liked best."

He turned away. "I do like it, Nikki. I like the way men watch you. I like the way you flirt with them."

"You're not jealous?" She was so wet now that her juice seeped into his pubic hair. He brought his head up to watch his cock disappear into her hole and reappear again.

"A little. I don't know whether I've really worked it all out yet. I'm a little embarrassed by how much I like it all." It felt good to confess this to her. So good that he started to push his cock upward to meet her slams.

"You don't have to be jealous," she told him. "I don't want anybody else. I love you and I can't wait to be your wife."

Neither of them could speak as their mutual orgasms rendered them mute. They called out together as he shot a very hot and very heavy load into her. Rather than rolling off him, she descended on him and rested on his chest. His cock was still inside her as his sperm began to eek out of her slit.

"If watching me tease other men turns you on, it turns me on." She kissed his neck.

"Thank you," he said, running his hands along her smooth back. He really wanted to believe her, but he'd never met a woman who didn't want to be completely claimed by one man. Ah, Nikki—what a marvel she was.

She fell asleep on him and he allowed himself to be lulled by her steady breathing. Gradually, his cock went flaccid and slowly eased itself out of her. Having her curled up on top of him felt soothing rather than suffocating, and he liked that he trusted her in this and so many other aspects of their relationship. But as the silence grew and the magnitude of what he'd just admitted to her began to crystallize, he questioned all of it. Why wasn't he jealous? Why would a woman flirt unless she was unhappy with what she had? A little purr came from her as she shifted on him slightly. He looked down at her exquisite face and reminded himself that with all of Nikki's vexing contradictions; deception was not part of her makeup. She loved men and she loved to be appreciated. A deceptive woman would flirt behind his back. Nikki did it in plain view and always made it clear that he was the one she wanted. 

He knew why he wasn't jealous and it had little to do with Nikki's innately forthright nature. Watching her tantalize other men triggered something in him that he didn't understand—or didn't want to accept about himself. He adored knowing that other men were turned on by her. Loved watching her work her magic in a group of adoring males. 

A familiar sensation radiated throughout his groin as he realized he'd just made himself hard merely by thinking about his lovely fiancée arousing others. 

His hardness stirred her. Her eyes fluttered open just before she grinned her sleepiest grin at him. She glanced at the clock at his bedside.

"Isn't it a little early for morning thickness?" She asked as her hand went to his cock. She rolled off him, still holding his cock. "Hey, I've got an idea," she said, eyes gleaming.

"Inspired by a dream?" he asked, referring to her recent nap.

"Who knows? Stuff is always popping into my head. Anyway, here it is. Next time we're at the dance club, go ahead and watch me but let yourself come." Her talented hand worked his meat up then down.

"Come? As in orgasm?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"In public?" It was an activity that a wealthy real estate developer usually tried to avoid.

"Yes! It'll be our little game. Kind of a pact. You watch me, come right there in your pants, and then show me afterwards. It'll turn me on to see it." She leaned in to kiss his knob.

"Oh, Nikki, I don't know...."

"Can you come without touching yourself?" She asked with concern in her voice, as if she were a nurse who forgot to ask her patient something important.

He hadn't in a very long time—probably not since adolescence. "I probably could. To be honest, I came close tonight when I was watching you dance."

"I thought as much," she said, smiling. "So, next Friday. Promise me?"

The idea frightened and thrilled him. "Okay. I promise."

"Excellent," she said, then proceeded to give him the most exemplary of blowjobs.

He came late to Thrill that Friday, but this time his tardiness was premeditated. 

She wore a mini dress reminiscent of the 60s, full of flowers in bright pastel colors. Its short, flouncy skirt suited her, as did the white go-go boots she sported. He had never seen the outfit before and found himself touched to consider that she bought it especially for this night.

The usual complement of interested men flanked her, ogling her as they tried to keep up with her dancing. Ed stood near the same glass partition where he'd hovered the week before, and now, as then, he was uncertain whether Nikki knew he was there. 

The skirt of her dress had a tendency to float upward when she swirled around quickly, which gave onlookers a superb view of her skimpy white panties. No g-string for her tonight, he noticed. Knowing Nikki's sense of fashion integrity, she would have opted for bikini bottoms with that dress because g-strings weren't available in the 60s, he thought, chucking to himself.

There was no shortage of attention for Nikki that night. The men were young, loaded with rhythm and energy, and not afraid to let the lady know they found her hot. Nikki bloomed under their spotlight, animated and charming as she shimmied, bumped, and wiggled around them. After a few minutes of taunting dance moves, she took the tab of her zippered front dress and pulled it down in time to the music. She went much lower than any of them—including Ed—expected she would and eyes everywhere nearly popped out of their sockets when the zipper met her navel. With a wild laugh, she zipped it all back up and shook her ass at their shocked faces before resuming her regular dancing. 

Ed imagined all of them hard, all of them wanting her. His cock and balls were sweating in his boxers and felt so heavy, they hurt. Could he do this? Could he comply with Nikki's request? There was no question that he wanted to spurt standing right there, but would his sense of propriety outweigh his promise to Nikki? 

He saw a man surreptitiously adjust his trousers to relieve the discomfort his erection was undoubtedly giving him. And that was the moment Ed's own semen chose to erupt from him in a slow but intense stream of gratitude. His hand grabbed the edge of the partition and held it until his balls were empty. 

As if on cue, Nikki's gaze met his. She excused herself from the dance floor and went to his side.

"What do you say we catch a cab?" She suggested, stoking the side of his face.

"Great idea," he said. He'd worn a navy blue suit to minimize any stains, but it suddenly seemed a long walk to the door and he wasn't at all sure what he'd done would go unnoticed. "Will you walk ahead of me, please?"

"Of course."

Once they were safely in a cab, she kept her eyes straight ahead but felt his crotch. When she found the increasing wet spot, she smiled and then turned to him.

"I love you, Ed." Her eyes glistened with tears. Her hands unzipped him.

"I love you, too, Nikki." He kissed her as she dug into his pants and found all the stickiness he promised her. Funny how something he thought would mortify him liberated him instead.



Journey to Another Life Ch. 02



Another Saturday, another shopping trip. This time, Ed sat in his customary chair as Nikki went on a serial swimsuit spree.

She came out in a red one-piece with French-cut legs. The front of the suit revealed so much cleavage, Ed could barely believe any woman would have the guts to wear it in public. Neither he nor Nikki were big fans of red—too blatant—but every so often, it made its point like no other color could. This was one of those cases.

"This one's cut like that famous Jennifer Lopez dress from the Grammy Awards!" Nikki said, laughing as she admired herself in the mirror.

Ignoring his stirring cock, he gave his fiancée a long, appreciative once-over. "And look what it did for her career," he commented.

She looked at him and then looked back at the mirror. "Hmmm. True, but I can do even better. This look is so 2000," she said with a giggle, winking and returning to the fitting room.

She came out a few minutes later in a black one that they both decided looked to old for her. Ed had his money on the white one he'd seen her take in and sure enough, when she came out wearing it, an enormous smile crossed his face.

"Now that's hot," he said, hearing the rasp in his voice.

It had to be the world's smallest bikini. Tiny triangles covered her nipples and formed a garment through a series of strategically placed strings. The g-string left all of her ass on display and a one-inch wide strip in the front covered her carefully manicured pubic mound. 

"And this is why I spend money on Brazilian waxes," she said, noticing that his eyes were glued to the miniscule covering at her crotch. "Think it'll be a scene-stealer for our hornymoon?" she asked, seating herself on his lap and slipping her arms around his neck. "Every guy will be looking at me in this, don't you think?"

Although it was, without question, an outfit he would never grow tired of seeing on her, the notion of having every other man ogling her on their honeymoon was unsettling. He wasn't sure how to say no, however. And suddenly, he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

"Nikki, you've got to be kidding. This swimsuit is indecent!"

The heat of her pussy felt soothing on his thigh. Her breath warmed his ear. "But I think you like guys checking me out, don't you?" she whispered.

"I like knowing my girl is wanted, yes, but an outfit like this implies something I'm sure you're ready to deliver!" He knew that if he saw a woman in a bikini like this, he'd assume she was either a total ice princess or a complete slut. Nikki was neither. 

She got to her feet and looked down at him as if preparing to make him her next meal. "I got news for you. I plan to wear even less than this on our hornymoon."

He knew that she meant when she was alone with him, and he appreciated the sentiment. Nevertheless, her promise didn't address the bikini and whether she intended to own it.

"You will cause a riot," he warned.

"And would you expect anything less?"

"No," he said, chuckling.

"Would you want anything less?"

"Nikki, please, now..."

"I'll have you to protect me from the bad guys. No matter how much they salivate, you'll keep them away from me. Why should I worry?" She ruffled his hair. All this banter was designed not to get his permission but to explain her intentions. He understood his protests provided little more than entertainment value to her. Yet, if he truly objected, she'd relent and give up the idea of buying the bikini.

"Anyway," she continued, "I think you like them looking at me so much you won't even try to hold back the tide of men who'll want me!"

Nikki understood men very well, including the one she was engaged to marry. 

At Ed's request, she modeled the bikini for him again when they returned to his penthouse. He'd been hard the whole cab ride home and they both knew it, yet with uncharacteristic restraint, Nikki didn't cup his balls or rub him through his pants. Her reserve only burned the image of her in that bikini more permanently into his brain, making it absolutely necessary for him to see her in it again when they were alone. Smiling, she stripped for him right there in the middle of the living room and donned the bikini with her back to him.

When she turned around to face him, he greeted her with a nod of his cock, which was free of his trousers and out for a breath of fresh air. It was the first thing she noticed.

"Ah," she said in an exhalation. "That's my man!"

He smiled and stroked himself. "I want to masturbate while I watch you walk around in that wicked little thing," he told her. "I want to show you how fast you can make me come without even touching me."

She was the pinup girl of his dreams. How could he ever explain to her that he was masturbating to her even before he'd met her?

Naturally, she loved his idea. She loved it so much that she put on a jazz compilation CD and moved about the room in time to the seductive beat. She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. So enthralled was he with her dancing that he didn't even notice when his pants fell down around his ankles.

With every step she took away from him, he stared at her jiggling ass cheeks. He loved the way the supple flesh, always firm, yielded just enough to demonstrate how touchable it was. She swept up her long, dark hair and held it on top of her head with her forearms to make her look more glamorous. And when she walked toward him, the glorious bounce of her breasts made him breathless.

To Dave Brubeck's "Take Five," she began to run her hands along her body, just as he wished he could. She metamorphosed from pinup girl to striptease artist, posing and moving in ways that reflected his own thoughts back to him. Come fuck me, said her wiggling derriere. Lick these! announced her buoyant titties. And her roaming hands became his own, savoring her delicious softness.

In his hand, his cock ached with fullness. He jerked it raw, just like he had as an adolescent. Every upward pull pushed him closer to release and so, every few strokes, he paused to squeeze the base so he could prolong the show just a little longer. If he came, she'd stop modeling and if she stopped modeling, this memorable scene would come to an end. 

But he was losing the battle and he knew it. Just as he knew an eruption was imminent, she sauntered up to him, maneuvered him into his favorite chair (which wasn't easy with his pants keeping his ankles together), and the moment he was in it, she straddled him. The element of surprise forestalled his orgasm, but with her steaming hot cunt so close to his dick, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.

With one finger, she moved the g-string aside to create unimpeded access to her wetness. He wanted to touch her but had promised he wouldn't. And as it turned out, there was no need—even before she lowered herself onto his meat, he spurted a full load of jizz, spraying her pussy with uneven globs of the stuff. 

But his seemingly premature release didn't put a damper on her plans. She grinned at his sheepish face as she stuffed him inside her. She knew, as he did, that he rarely went flaccid after an ejaculation, especially if she continued to fuck him.

He was deep inside her now and as she rose and fell on him, their juices mingling to create a sweet-smelling mess that spread to her thighs and his balls. Now that he'd come and shown her that the mere sight of her was enough to do it, he was free to touch her. He scooped her breasts out from their flimsy halter and sucked on a nipple while he tweaked the other with his fingers. She liked the sensation and showed him by slamming down harder on his cock. When she moved that way, her breasts bounced against his face and he sucked more diligently to keep the nipple in his mouth.

And she liked that, too. His hard but spent cock felt her spasms massage him, smelled the scent of her pussy intensify, and heard her moans turn into shouts. He reluctantly let go of her nipples to look up and watch her face prepare for the ecstasy her body would soon experience. She bucked forward then back as the tremors consumed her for close to a minute. Wordlessly, she held his head against her breasts while he listened to her heartbeat wind down from racing to normal. 

"I'm nuts about you, Nikki," he said into her right breast.

"I'm nuts about you, Ed. I'm so happy I turn you on so much."

"I've never known anything like it," he admitted, floored but delighted by his infatuation with her. 

As usual, she kept him inside her rather than disengaging from him. "Mr. Happy should leave when he's good and ready," she'd told him early in their relationship. His little naturalist, he thought, smiling to himself.

"But tell me something," she said quietly, now looking directly into his eyes. "Do you really get turned on by watching me flirt with other guys or do you just like it when they notice me wearing something sexy?"

Although it was an odd question, and perhaps even out of place given the moment, it wasn't one he hadn't already turned over in his mind more than once in the past few weeks. So, he didn't have to think long about his answer.

"Both, really, though I don't think about it that much." And that was true enough—the thought only came into his head when Nikki was being particularly sexy in public or trying to attract attention. 

"I kind of like that you think about it at all," she said with that mischievous look he loved so much. "It's taking our sex life to new heights!"

He laughed. "I can't really argue with you there, sweetheart."

"If you have any other fantasies, let me know. I love making you happy!"

He held her close and she purred in his arms. 

Long after Ed fell asleep, Nikki remembered an important item she'd neglected to tell the florist. She lay in bed, obsessing about it, hoping she wouldn't forget to call them the next day. If I think about it long and hard enough, she thought, I'll remember these details in the daylight hours. But she knew herself too well—she would forget.

She and Ed kept duplicate wedding details, thanks to some wedding-planning software and a clever friend with networking skills. So, if she needed to make some notes, she could do it on Ed's computer. Thank goodness for technology, she thought to herself as she got quietly out of bed and headed for Ed's office.

He never logged off—despite all admonitions from friends and colleagues—so she got to his file folders easily. In scanning his list, she scrolled down to "Wedding" but couldn't help but notice that the next folder was labeled "Wife."

She paused. What secrets might be hidden there? Would she discover gifts he planned to give her? Photos of her? Or perhaps records indicating a previous spouse?? 

She shouldn't look. That wouldn't be right. But just a quick peek couldn't hurt, could it? Anyway, she knew Ed had no real secrets from her. And as soon as she discovered what was in the folder, she'd go right back to "Wedding" and record her notes about the florist. 

The double-click on "Wife" opened a series of documents—fifty-seven of them in total. She knew this not because she counted them but because their file names were numbers. No clue to what's inside, she thought, frowning. There was no way to know what was inside unless she opened the file. Her curiosity now overtook her conscience and she opened file 3.

"Wifey Takes All" was the title of what appeared to be a story. Lynette kissed her husband goodbye that morning and waited until the car left the driveway and disappeared down the street before she called her latest lover.

Nikki panicked and closed the file, as if reading any more might hurt her somehow. What on earth had she stumbled upon? Surely that was some sort of aberration, a story about a cheating wife. To be certain, she randomly clicked on file 24.

"Naughty in His Absence" was only slightly different. Deborah both loved and hated Joel's business trips. The empty space in the bed when she awoke each morning made her feel lonely, but she knew that by noon, her pussy would be getting more attention than it ever got while he was home. Even now, it was wet with anticipation. Who would she find to satisfy her today? On her way to the shower, she decided the grocery store on 28th Street would be a good place to find out. 

Nikki closed this file a little more slowly. So now I know who reads those stories on the Internet, she thought to herself, amazed not only by Ed's obvious interest in this topic but by his highly effective cover-up. Her head was a maelstrom of ideas, judgments, and fears. Had she just happened to choose the two stories that had to do with cheating wives or were all of them of that nature? She'd try one more, just for confirmation. Number 51 opened to reveal the title "Becky Loves Chocolate."

The men convened at the van to caucus. Steven sat silently as the other two waited for his decision with growing anxiety. Both of them knew the big man reacted badly to pressure, so they stayed quiet while he read his own mind. Finally, after a good three minutes of uninterrupted silence, Steven spoke.

"Yeah. Tonight. But only the first floor."

"Where'd you say the safe was?" Craig asked Kevin.

"First floor. Library."

"Great. Let's move."

At the house, Kevin deftly cut wires and flipped switches as the three hovered in the dark. In less than a minute, the men had dispersed throughout the house. Kevin led Craig to the safe while Steven combed the rooms for electronics out of habit. His bulk and strength allowed him to carry an exceptional amount of goods. Kevin and Craig once watched him balance a computer, stereo and television out to the van. 

Five minutes into the job, a barely audible din snapped them to attention. They froze, trying to place its origin. Steven closed his eyes and concentrated. When he opened them, he pointed upstairs and mouthed "shower."

"Shit," Kevin hissed, gathering his loot into his bag. Steven reached across Craig and touched Kevin's arm. The unexpected contact made Kevin stiffen. Ignoring his discomfiture, Steven pointed to the array of photographs on the grand piano nearby. He gestured for Craig to shine the flashlight on them.

"Holy shit, boys," Steven exhaled as the light danced over the familiar face in most of the pictures. "That's little Miss Becky Rensaleere up in that shower."

"Or her husband!" Kevin added.

"No, no. It's her," Steven grinned. "Doesn't the taste of white meat sound good to you boys?" He said, placing the computer and camcorder he'd collected down on the plush carpet. He headed for the stairs, his face already adopting the cool, seductive expression that Kevin and Craig often referred to as "the pussy face." They followed him up the stairs.

Steven's imposing black frame swaggered smoothly toward the door with the strip of light underlining it. He turned the knob to the bathroom door while strains of her singing floated through the mist. "Stay here until I get her lubed." They all knew she'd paid for this but they wanted it to come off as lifelike a breaking-and-entering as possible.

The bathroom, the size of at least twenty prison cells, gleamed in an expanse of white ceramic tile with sky blue trim and accents. Amidst this rather heavenly effect stood a large, circular wall-less shower area in the middle of the room. A massive showerhead hung from the ceiling and poured streams of water over Becky's naked, lathered body.

The contrast of Steven's midnight coloring against the virginal walls could not go unnoticed for long, he realized, and movement would only get him noticed sooner, so he sidled up to the plush vanity area in the corner. He leaned against it, facing Becky but separated by ten yards or so, and did not flinch as she finished showering.

She saw him as she reached for the long silver handle to stop the water flow. The steamy room masked his features, presenting him only as a monstrous dark hulk lurking in the corner.

The sheer mass of him stunned her into silence. She stood trembling in her luxurious shower, water now off, droplets rushing down her body toward the drain. He was even bigger than she'd hoped.

Steven appraised the slim, wet superstar. Very, very well maintained. Whether from fear or cold, her dark nipples stuck out like curious eyes, eager to take in the world. He felt his cock shift at the thought of tweaking those nipples between his big, black fingers.

Both of them stood glued to their spots. The only movement he made, other than flexing the tube steak in his pants, was the slow, subtle grin he let spread across his face. He was careful not to let himself leer; she wasn't the kind of woman who'd respond to lechery, even though she'd paid for it. He watched her with an expression of appreciation and hope. He'd mastered the look long ago when he learned it appealed to a woman's vanity.

"What do you want?" she asked with unexpected confidence.

"Well," he said, lifting his ass from its perch on the small table, "I was gonna steal from you." He paused and sauntered closer to her shivering body. Her brown yes, wide as saucers, followed his movements warily.

"And now?"

"Now that I see Becky Rensaleere naked, I just wanna pay my respects to one very beautiful lady."

He unfolded and draped the absorbent terrycloth over her diminutive shoulders. He led her from the shower back to the vanity. His eyes met hers so he could better gauge her level of receptivity. Through his hands, he felt her tension lessen somewhat. His eyes confirmed it.

"You won't hurt me?" She pleaded softly, delighting in the damsel role.

"Of course not," he uttered dismissively, as if the idea was ridiculous. And to him, it truly was. There was no thrill in hurting a woman to have sex with her. The real conquest came when you got her to surrender to you, made her cream in your hand, beg you for more cock.

"Let me worship you, baby," he said quietly, with just enough sincerity to cajole her back to compliance. He traced his thick, ebony fingers down her chest, between her sweet titties, over her stomach. Her breathing came in shorter intakes.

She didn't recoil or scream when he covered each of her milky white breasts with his wide palms. Instead, he watched her eyes close briefly in pleasure.

He seized the opportunity to lean his slick, bald head close to her face and touch his thick lips to her full, moist parted ones. He kissed her lightly, barely skimming her mouth. When she opened her eyes to look at him, he held her gaze, silently instilling trust, pulling surrender from her with one long, unwavering stroke.

He moved in again to kiss her, this time moving his lips on hers. He felt her confusion as she let his tongue slip in. In seconds, it was her tongue, not his, that probed with sensuous curiosity.

Still, he had to proceed with caution. One abrupt move could set him back. She pushed her damp, naked body into his and continued to explore his mouth.

He ran his hands up the length of her delicate back, then slid them down to her tight little ass. When she tilted her pelvis into his bulging crotch, he took hold of the cheeks in his hands and squeezed. She gasped and began to rub her mound against him.

He stopped kissing her and held her a few inches from his face. He knew what she wanted but he would make her say it to convince herself.

"What is it that you want, Becky?"

Modesty made her mute. She lowered her eyes. He unzipped his fly.

Still she was unable to reply. But her hand traveled to the opening he'd created in his pants and gingerly felt around for his member.

"I'll give you whatever makes you happy. You're my queen tonight," he cooed. "Tell me what you're dying to do."

She raised her eyes to his. "I want to suck your big, black cock."

He grinned proudly at her boldness. Then, he stepped back and stripped off his pants as she watched. He stood before her with a hard-on he hoped was bigger than any she'd ever seen. She stared at it breathlessly.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 02



She knelt before him, glanced up at him one final time for reassurance, then stuffed the huge, pitch-black rod into her hot mouth. The more cock she took in, the more desperately she sucked at him. He looked down at her dark hair, still in wet clumps from the shower. Becky Rensaleere giving his fat black dick a blowjob; unbelievable.

"Oh, yes, baby," he exhaled, subtly moving his hips in time with her bobbing head. He fucked her mouth with gentle thrusts, enjoying the feel of her tongue along his shaft.

Kevin and Craig interpreted Steven's quiet sounds of pleasure as their signal to enter the large, steamy room. Their cocks, already hard, stood at attention at the sight of Becky devouring Steven's enormous crowbar. Who knew they could score a gig like this so soon after getting out of prison?

Becky so single-mindedly ate Steven that she appeared to be unaware of her new visitors. But she wasn't. Her cunt was already so hungry she was trouble focusing. Steven took a small step backward, which brought Becky to all fours before him. The curves of her smooth white ass drew the two men to positions behind her.

Craig turned to Kevin to communicate yet another mute exclamation of delight but Kevin was busy pumping his impressive black tool in his palm, mesmerized by Becky's sweet pussy barely visible between her damp legs. He beat his meat with serious concentration while his nostrils flared. Craig wondered how he got it out of his pants so fast.

But Craig's mind reeled at the possibilities before him. He removed his own thick tool from its oppressive cloth cage. Although he was a man of smaller stature than Steven was, his rod was nearly as long and definitely as thick. He unconsciously wagged it at Becky's tempting love nest and dropped to his knees behind her. With light, nearly feather-like touches, his fingertips tickled the thick lips between her legs. His touch prompted her to open her thighs and expose more of her hairy little snatch, which was wet from the shower and shiny from the flow of her own juice. But it was her adorably puckered asshole that called to him, "Fuck me, fuck me!"

He continued to finger her labia, spreading luscious cream all over her mons area. She wiggled her hips provocatively, as if she wanted to help him reach every nook and cranny. The nook he wanted was her delicious sphincter. With both hands, he stroked her dripping cunt to transport her nectar from front to back. He wanted her asshole well lubricated.

When he'd made it slippery enough so that she felt no pain when he slid his index finger up her ass, he knew she was ready for his massive slab of meat. As she ate Steven wildly, Craig nudged his cock between her cheeks and pressed into her slowly. Her tight hole clamped onto him and seemed to suck him inside.

As he made his way up her dark tunnel, she stopped sucking Steven long enough to emit a long, slow cry of pleasure. Steven's dick slapped her throat as she threw her head back and closed her eyes, letting herself revel in the invasion of Craig's rock-solid staff. Once the tip of him pressed against her soft insides, she exhaled and sought Steven's cock again. 

Both men fucked her with long, slow, steady thrusts, Steven in her mouth and Craig up her ass. Moans filled the room and Becky's body trembled with imminent and profound release. Kevin pumped his hand furiously as he watched the men screw the beautiful songstress.

"Oh, yeah, fill her up with black dick, boys," he whispered, turning himself on with his words. Their slick, chocolatey skin contrasted dramatically against her delicate, blanched softness. She took them both like some hungry animal. The image overwhelmed Kevin and he shot a rope of cum in a huge arc past Craig, where it landed on Becky's backside.

Becky flinched slightly as it hit her skin but then reached behind her to rub it in as if it were some precious salve. She threw herself wildly into Craig's pulsating rod and he grabbed her hips to prepare both of them for what was to come. What came was the two of them, in loud yelps and extended moans, him filling her ass with all the cum in his balls. She yelled with Steven's dick in her mouth, sending vibrations through it that made his eyes roll back in his head.

Spent and still oozing with droplets of spunk, Craig and Kevin teetered away from the Rensaleere goddess, looking for a wall to support them. Steven gently pulled his engorged joystick from Becky's mouth, placed his enormous hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet. She weaved like a drunken ragdoll once she was upright. Her lips, full and swollen from sucking, parted in sultry anticipation. Craig watched little dribbles of his cum sneak down the inside of her thigh. Steven now grasped her at her waist to steady her and looked down at her with a face that spoke only of his myopic desire to fuck her brains out.

He carried her by her waist to the bathtub that languished in the opposite corner of the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the circular tub, raised her with his brawny arms and brought her sloppy wet muff to his nose. He kissed it and, keeping her body close to him, lowered her slowly onto his lap. She let her spread-eagled legs rest in the crater of the tub and allowed herself to be impaled by the huge man's granite cock. 

She sat on the big tool happily, letting its fullness fill up every part of her greedy pussy. He raised and lowered her rhythmically, watching her little titties bounce with each crash landing in his crotch. He felt Craig's cum and her own cream combine in a rich, gooey sauce. He rammed her straight up, over and over, her head lolling in exquisite abandon.

When he felt her twat clutch him and flutter sporadically, he let himself go. His load burst into her hot box and he continued to pound upward into her sex. 

"Ughhhh! Oh!" She whimpered, squirming in his sweaty lap.

He felt her orgasms build, each one more powerful than the last. How many could she have? Her body trembled and shook; her fingernails gouged his back. Finally, the muscles throughout his body began to relax and she, too, settled like an exhausted, affectionate cat against his wide chest. When the doorbell rang, she was unable to muster the energy to be shocked. Kevin and Craig had their wits about them, however, and panicked.

"Shit! Who's that?" Craig hissed.

"What if it's my fuckin' boss?" Kevin nearly squealed.

Becky chuckled languidly and drew herself up on Steven's lap. Steven watched her, bemused and ready for anything from the little vixen.

"Follow me, gentlemen," she instructed confidently as she paraded about the bathroom naked, searching casually for her bathrobe. She knew her husband was out of town, so whoever it was, she'd get rid of them without much fuss. When she found her bathrobe, she wrapped herself in it and looped the belt decisively. "Put your clothes on, all of you, and come with me," she smirked mischievously. 

With no other alternatives and a curiosity that wouldn't allow them to ignore her request, they followed the slim, dark-haired singer out of the bathroom, down the stairs and to the front door. She swung the door open to greet two policemen.

"Hello, Ms. Rensaleere," the taller one said respectfully. He had a face too innocent to serve and protect much of anything, let alone a community, 

"Good evening, officers," Becky replied sweetly. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, some neighbors reported that van parked alongside your house and wanted to make sure you were OK. So, we thought we'd just check in on you."

She motioned the three black studs to step forward. The policemen blinked and stiffened when the men came into view, then looked inquiringly at Becky.

"These are special agents my husband and I hired to periodically test the safety of our alarm systems. They're here tonight investigating my response system, isn't that right, gentlemen?"

The three men nodded and looked as professional as they thought they should. The police excused the interruption and Becky commended them on their caution. Once she closed the door and saw them get back into their patrol car, she turned to her intruders.

"Now, then. I'm concerned about the safety of my master bedroom. Shall we take a look at my access?"

At the very end of the story, Nikki was appalled to discover one foot up on Ed's desk and her fingers diddling her very swollen clit. She was so wet and so close to coming that she finished off the job right away, knowing that unless she did, she wouldn't be able to think. And she needed to think. Fragrant juice smeared her fingers as she stifled her own cries of ecstasy. Her come shook her to her core, delivering physical sensations that weren't new but emotional ones that were.

She sat in his chair, naked, one leg still up, story still open on the screen. Woven through her panting was an endless stream of questions. Why had she opened these files? Why had Ed hidden them from her? Why did he like this stuff? Why did she like it?

What was she supposed to do now?

Did Ed secretly want her to act out her flirtations, like the women in these stories? Was he trying to tell her that but didn't know how? No, she thought, that just wasn't like him. These stories were fantasies only. He probably enjoyed exactly what he told her he enjoyed and reserved these fictional flights of fancy for his private time.

Private. That's what they were supposed to be. Until she invaded that privacy. She felt tremendously guilty, especially since she knew Ed would not have acted so badly, had the circumstances been reversed. 

But there was no place in their lives for guilt. She had to just move on, forgive herself, and pretend that she'd never made this discovery about him. Or herself. It was important to keep that line between reality and fantasy very, very clear. Just because she got turned on by the story didn't mean she wanted to find three black men to fuck her. Did it? Sure, she'd entertained thoughts of being with multiple black men before, but, well, didn't every woman?

She vowed to stop thinking about it. She'd continue to tease Ed now and then about his desire to see her work men into a frenzy but that was all. She knew that was all he really wanted. She had to believe that or else everything about their future was in jeopardy. Everything she thought was true about their relationship was in question. And she just couldn't face that.

She returned to bed, ultimately forgetting to update the florist information in the Wedding folder.



Journey to Another Life Ch. 03



He had never seen that particular dress before. When had she found time to shop in between her weekly sprees with Ed? But there she was on the dance floor, wearing a low-cut burgundy number trimmed in tiny encrusted jewels that bounced miniature lightning rods off her body as she moved under the disco ball. The back revealed more of her than it covered. It draped in a soft V so deep that her shoulder blades and the small of her back were on display. Sparkles dusted her shapely ass, as if to accentuate that distinctly alluring package. Because she'd chosen to wear her hair up, the expanse of her smooth back became even more breathtaking.

He was early for once. Never mind that tonight had been the only topic in his head all day and that he left his office an hour before he needed to in order to catch a glimpse of his vixen working her charms. He had trouble calculating how long she'd been here—the night was still very young, with people just arriving from work. Most were at the bar, ordering up some courage so they could hit the dance floor with the kind of confidence that came naturally to Nikki.

But then, not everybody looked like Nikki. 

Despite this god-given gift, however, she was already halfway finished with a martini glass of something or other. He was too far away to figure out what she was drinking, but it was clearly not the mineral water with lime that she usually drank when she danced before dinner. Her animated smile and theatrical movements started to make more sense now. Nikki was a little tipsy.

She led a tall, bald, solidly built black man about her age to the dance floor. He laughed as he followed but never took his eyes off her tight, round butt, which was barely covered by the dress. She wore no stockings, which got Ed to wondering about whether she'd bothered with panties. Strappy high heels completed her outfit, adding that vampy sway to her walk that no man could resist.

The moment Nikki and the black man began to dance, the crowd cleared a radius of several feet around them. Ed was accustomed to seeing Nikki overwhelm her dance partners, leaving them blinking and aroused as she shimmied her way around them like a cat looking for a meal. Tonight, however, she seemed to have met her match. The black man didn't wilt in the slightest when Nikki shook her tits at him. Nor did he laugh nervously when her hand followed a path on her body that she wanted his to follow. He watched as if she were a harem girl who, through his own noblesse oblige, had been honored with the opportunity to perform for him that evening. 

When Nikki slid her backside up and down along his thigh, he placed a strong, dignified hand on her hip and seemed to guide her movements. Another woman might have been frightened by such a display of boldness but Nikki just lingered longer in her poses, pushing and rubbing against the man as a reward for his self-assurance.

The couple returned to the lounges when the song ended. Even from across the room, Ed couldn't miss the glow of arousal that spread from her cleavage to her forehead. Her dewy skin took on a subtle rosy quality that he recognized well, and although she now curled up against the black man on the kiwi-colored suede lounge, she didn't laugh nearly as much as she normally might. 

She had passed from flirtation to seduction mode.

Just as the composed black man nuzzled her neck and ran his hand along the inside of her thigh, Nikki's friend Rebecca walked over to her and whispered something in her ear. Nikki instantly found Ed in the crowd and shot him a dazzling smile, which he returned in a less dazzling fashion. Rebecca must have told her he was watching, yet she didn't get up to greet him or wave him over to join her. 

Instead, she turned to her black friend and said something to suggest that they should return to the dance floor. Ed and every other dance club patron stared at the couple as they performed a fluid series of gropes that most venues would have charged admission to present. The expressions on the faces of Nikki's friends conveyed their confusion—they'd never seen Nikki take her flirting this far. She had never ignored Ed like this before.

Ed's heart raced so quickly and pounded so loudly that all his senses were compromised. He didn't trust what he saw, couldn't hear over the blaring music. No drink could relieve the dryness in his mouth. He'd always trusted Nikki, knew that her behavior was always motivated by how much she valued their relationship. But now... What was going on? Was she play-acting or did this black guy really excite her so much that she was putting Ed on hold to pursue something with him? Her focus on the man was a single-minded one. She didn't seem aware of anybody or anything else as her hands and those of her dance partner roamed her gyrating body.

Nikki's friends, now that they knew Ed was watching, shot surreptitious glances among themselves and at him. They were trying to gauge his reaction. Little did they know he was trying to do the same thing.

Nikki inserted her ass into the black man's crotch and wiggled seductively. The man ran his palms along her rib cage and onto her breasts, where he held them in his large hands just a little too long. The dance club held its collective breath until he released them.

Ed had never seen one couple determine the erotic threshold for an entire dance club, but Nikki and her black man were doing just that.

The worst of it was that Ed's swollen cock hung like concrete from his sac. The weight of it convinced him that he would be unable to move, even if his outrage compelled him to move toward Nikki and the black man. That knowledge defeated him further, and as he felt the bile churn in his gut, he stared helplessly at his fiancée, her curious friends, and her lucky dance partner.

The music continued uninterrupted for about ten minutes. Few people could summon the bravery to share the dance floor with Nikki and the black man, which meant that every provocative movement between them became the focus for nearly everyone in the club. 

At the end of the dance, the man led Nikki back to the lounges—another first. Normally, it was Nikki who led her conquests around by the nose. Her body, particularly sanguine now, sank into the plush furniture as if it were her own. Meanwhile, the black man ordered a round of drinks for Nikki and her friends, who all turned to make sure that Ed understood what was happening. Ed had a reputation for never letting anyone buy rounds of drinks if he was present to do the deed himself. Allowing another man to buy a drink for his fiancée was also verboten. Yet, he did not intercede to stop it now and nobody could understand why. 

And Nikki had never accepted a drink from a man since her engagement to Ed. She'd always adhered to that rule, being very conscious of the message she'd be sending an admirer if she accepted a drink from him. It had been her way of showing Ed that only he held any claim to her. 

Just before the drinks arrived, Nikki slinked onto the black man's lap, which very clearly contained an erection nobody could dismiss. His chin grazed the slope of her breast while his free hand slowly worked its way between her warm thighs. The scene was now more than Ed could bear. His legs took steps that his brain hadn't commanded and at the site of his approach, Rebecca turned quickly back to Nikki to alert her.

When Nikki turned to see Ed coming toward her, the look on her face betrayed her. For a few precious seconds, the confident, brazen sex kitten vanished to make room for the guilty, errant child. The anger on Ed's face forced her to see her behavior through his eyes, and he could tell that she suddenly feared she'd pushed her flirtation too far. But just as quickly, her polished demeanor returned and she smiled brightly at her fiancé as she got to her feet. The black man said nothing but did not miss the single-minded gleam in Ed's eyes.

Ed took Nikki in his arms, kissed her passionately, and felt her body melt into his as all unblinking eyes in the place watched. She kissed him just as freely and when they broke apart, she whispered in his ear:

"If you're as horny as I am, please take me home now!"

He was. And he did.

In the cab ride home, however, as they sat with their memories and desires, neither of them spoke. Nikki didn't try to embarrass him by stroking his hard-on and Ed didn't tease Nikki about ... anything.

His silence discomfited Nikki, whose perfectly manicured fingernails tapped incessantly on the door's ashtray. Ed wanted to break the silence and ease the awkwardness, but he truly didn't know what to say. He hadn't worked out his own emotions and probably wouldn't for some time. Thanks for embarrassing me didn't seem quite right. Neither did You looked so hot when you let that guy feel you up.

He felt her looking at him but he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze. Her restlessness filled the taxi until finally, a few doors from his penthouse, she spoke.

"Are you mad at me?"

She didn't sound contrite or upset, but he sensed she really wanted to know what he was thinking.

"No, I don't think so."

"You're not sure?"

He looked at her. "No, sweetie, I'm really not."

He paid the driver and they rode up in the elevator in more silence. In his apartment, she helped herself to a large glass of water and he sat down in his favorite chair.

"It's true that I was uncomfortable," he began.

She joined him in the living room, kicked off her heels, and sat on the sofa, with one leg curled beneath her. She took a long swig of water and waited for him to continue.

"You've never taken the flirting that far."

"I know. It was kind of a test."

"Hmmm. I'm not sure what you were testing, though."

"Neither am I," she confessed. "Were you jealous at all?"

"Yes. Yes, I think I felt some jealousy. That guy wanted you pretty badly. And seemed pretty close to having you."

"Well, that would never happen. You know that." Her big green eyes watched him without guile. He knew she was telling the truth.

"I guess I do know that. Thanks for reminding me, though." He grinned at her.

"What about your cock?"

"What about it?"

"Was it hard? Did you want to fuck me with it when you saw me?"

He wondered how to explain to her female brain the range of emotions that can accompany a hard-on. Fucking didn't always have a direct relationship to an erection, but now wasn't the time to give her a lesson in physiology.

"I don't know if I wanted to fuck anything at that moment, but I was turned on, yes."

Finally, she got the answer she was waiting for. A broad smile crossed her face.

"You're quite an actress, Nikki," he said.

"I'll do anything to turn you on. If I have to act, then I have to act."

"That was a real performance tonight. You surpassed anything I've ever seen you do before."

"I'm glad you know it was all an act."

"I guess I knew it when you saw me and smiled at me. It was your way of saying 'watch this'."

"Yes! Exactly!" She brightened.

"But you didn't have to come on so strong with that guy. You didn't have to go to such great lengths to get a reaction out of me. A little goes a long way, you know?"

She laughed with that clear, unaffected outburst he adored. "Oh, I wasn't completely acting. The guy was gorgeous, in case you hadn't noticed."

He sighed quietly, hoping she hadn't heard him. 

"I mean, really, Ed, come on! Suppose Angelina Jolie walked in and wanted to buy you drinks. Wouldn't you let her?"

"Maybe. I don't know if I'd let her feel me up in public, though."

Nikki frowned. "My point is that when an attractive person wants you to know they find you attractive, too, you indulge them a little. You flirt and push it as far as you can but as long as you both know where to stop, there's no harm done. "

Ed still felt like seventeen blankets were piled on his chest and microscopic woodpeckers worked their way out from the inside of his head. Would any amount of reassurance from her get rid of the gnawing doubt that consumed him?

Nikki slid a strap of her dress off her shoulder and down her arm. When it reached her wrist, she lifted her arm to free herself of that side of the dress. He watched because that's what she wanted him to do. 

One breast was revealed in its shimmery, see-through bra cup. The dark nipple was very clear, even in the dimly lit room. She paused to make him wonder what she'd do next. 

The other side of the dress slipped off her body in a similar fashion. She sat now with her hair still up and looking glamorous, and her upper body adorned only by the flimsy bra. Rather than unhooking the bra, which he wished desperately for her to do, she reached into one cup at a time and lifted each breast out, slowly revealing each handful as the freed breast settled outside the bra. When both breasts were out, she took a nipple between the fingers of each hand and squeezed. 

She gasped with pleasure. Her nipples swelled and puffed, erect and ready. 

"Do you ever wish you could suck them yourself?" He blurted, unaware that his fantasy was so close to the surface of reality.

She shrugged, smiling. "It's okay that I can't. That's what I have you for."

She stood and wiggled out of the dress, revealing the matching g-string, then walked over to him. Straddling him, she fed him one buoyant breast at a time. Her nipples, salty with sweat, grew in his mouth. He gummed and sucked to make them bigger, and then tried to fill his whole mouth with tit. When he could fit no more in his mouth, he licked her nipple and ran his hands along her sexy back. His intention was to suckle her breasts until she begged him to fuck her, but the longer he sucked, the more he realized that he was just as likely as she to need immediate satisfaction.

Lost in the voluptuous softness of her flesh, he was surprised to hear her speak at last. "You know what I really want?"

"Hmmmmph?" He refused to stop sucking.

"I want you to lay me down on that bed of yours and ram me so hard that I have to hold on for dear life."

A plaintive request, to be sure, and one that he was delighted to oblige, even though it meant releasing the beautifully pliant tit from his mouth.

He carried her to the bedroom and relieved her of her bra. In his impatience, he tore the delicate g-string as he attempted to pull the garment down her legs.

"Ooooh. I love a man who tears apart expensive lingerie," she said, grinning.

But she was naked and nothing else—not her attempted seduction of the black man, nor her ruined panties—mattered. He laid her on her back and took his time removing his own clothes as she watched with that wonderfully wicked gleam in her eyes. When he was naked, he knelt at the altar of her fragrant pussy. He loved it when she danced so hard for so long—her sweat intensified the odor of her cunt. He inhaled slowly to savor the aroma of it. Then he took her by the ankles and spread her legs wide, revealing the juicy slit and slightly matted hair between her legs. 

His cock had never been bigger or harder. The horrible weight that he'd felt at the dance club was gone but the sheer girth of his dick remained and now that he could see it, it surprised him. He was thick enough for two erections, and driven to empty his straining balls as soon as possible. 

"Fuck me, Ed. I'm so horny, I can't think straight."

He stroked himself first, relishing the thickness in his palm. Nikki stuck her index finger into her hole and showed him what she wanted his cock to do to her. She plunged her finger way down deep into her snatch and took her time withdrawing it. She did this several times while he enjoyed the feel of his own swollen meat in his palm. Each time she withdrew a finger, more juice spread over her labia, and now there was so much cream at her fingertips, that it made noise as she pleasured herself.

"You'd better stick that beautiful cock in me soon or I'm going to finish the job myself," she said, half-kidding.

Her clit looked back at him, challenging him to ram the cunt it crowned. 

"That black guy would've had me screaming for more by now," she purred, winking at him.

"You want some big black dick? Is that what you want?" Ed growled as he stuffed his hardness inside her and gave her one powerful slam. "You think black is better than this?"

He was pumping her so hard that her tits bounced straight up toward her face. His balls slapped her cunt and if he could have gone any deeper, he would have. 

"Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck me hard. Ram me with your cock!"

Her pussy came forward every time he thrust into her, creating a truly obscene squishing noise as they crashed. Ed tried not to picture the black man's regal bearing between her legs but the image was insistent. Ed saw the huge mahogany cock sliding in and out of his fiancée's dripping hole, saw her squirming as she was now. But the man's cock was no match for Ed's—even when all the way inside Nikki, there was still an inch of it with no place to go. The sensations belonged to Ed—the beautiful silken wetness that held his cock tight as he pumped her—but in his mind, Nikki was being reamed by the big, handsome stranger with the gleaming bald head. She yelled and her pussy spasmed like crazy while she came. And as he emptied his aching sac into her, it seemed that two men, not just one, were giving her what she needed.

As they lay in each other's arms, he could not shake the confusion he still felt. 

"Did you really like him, Nik?"

She stroked his head. "The black guy?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, sweetie. You're really worried about this, aren't you?"

"No, no. Not worried...." 

But she knew his protests were weak. "One hot man could never be enough to steal me away from you. I adore you. I want to marry you. I want to grow old with you!"

He laughed. This was the Nikki he loved most—the one with the earnest, even childlike devotion to him.

"But seriously, I learned something about myself tonight," she said in a quieter voice. "I learned that I may have set that whole thing up for you tonight, thinking it would turn you on, but it ended up turning me on just as much!"

"Really?"

"Yeah! It's weird but flirting has always been exciting for me, especially when I can see that a guy can't even speak because he's so turned on, but tonight, because I knew you'd be turned on, too, my own enjoyment was doubled somehow."

"You're right. That is weird." He didn't know what else to say. His confusion hadn't really abated at all. In fact, her admission only added to it.

"I don't know if you know this, but I've always had a thing for black guys."

"I hear that's pretty common." And it had always pissed him off because he'd been in plenty of locker rooms with black men and most of them weren't any more endowed than the white guys. How they'd earned their reputation had always been a puzzlement to him. Still, the thought of Nikki with a black man shot electrical impulses to his cock, even now. 

It wasn't the answer she expected to hear from him, but she didn't let that stop her from continuing with her confession. "If you hadn't been watching, though, I don't think I would have behaved like I did. Part of what turns me on is the jealousy I perceive that you feel. You get uncomfortable and I know that what I'm doing is working."

He couldn't argue with her. Earlier that night, he had had the strangest feeling that the more uncomfortable he got, the more permission he gave to carry out her flirtations. A crowded room had never been an impediment to their communication.

"I also love how proud you are of me. It lets me know that whatever I do, you're proud that I'm yours and you're happy that other men want me."

Right again.

It was unlike him to grasp for words, but this situation had definitely accomplished that. "I understand all of what you're saying. I even agree with it. But I still don't know exactly what turns me on about all of it. I just know I like it."




Journey to Another Life Ch. 03



She took hold of his cock, which was just as hard as it had been earlier. "Oh yes," she said, examining it. "The cock doesn't lie. You do like it."

They laughed. "Let's put that thing to use!" she said as she mounted him for another round.

That weekend, they headed for Ed's beach cottage. "I guess I've put you through enough shopping," Nikki conceded. "It wouldn't kill Saks not to see me for a weekend." She smiled at Ed, who was eager to get away from the city for a few days. He also needed to see some business associates who frequented the beach club.

In the cottage that Saturday afternoon, Nikki painted her toenails as Ed prepared to make an appearance at the club.

"You don't look ready, my darling," he observed, admiring the way the fuschia silk underwear hugged her body. A small, sleeveless top that exposed some of her tummy and a pair of skimpy panties were all she wore.

"It takes time to get beautiful," she said, restoring the brush to the bottle and twisting it closed. She lifted her face to kiss him.

"Surely not for you," he teased, meaning every word. "I'll meet you at the bar, then, how's that? Just come down when you're ready. I'll probably be schmoozing with Dickerson."

"Okay. Sounds good. I won't be too much longer," she assured him. "Will we still have time for a little tennis afterward?"

"Whatever you want," he told her. "We can make time for anything." And with that, he left the cottage.

He found Dickerson between the bar and the pool, enjoying his third Bloody Mary with his wife. 

Hampton Head Beach Club prided itself on propriety and luxury. Every member knew the financial and genealogical pedigree of every other member, and if they didn't, they made the necessary inquiries. They didn't like scandal, abhorred excessive noise, and appreciated the safety and sameness of their well-protected lives. Ed's reasons for socializing with them were almost always mercenary—despite their money, they tended to be uninteresting people. They became interesting because of purchases that opened up new pastimes to them, but innately, most of them were empty and insincere. Ed had learned how to talk to them, though, and knew the buzzwords they responded to best. These beach club gatherings found them at their best: relaxed, slightly more trusting, and best of all, sufficiently liquored up to make conversation easier.

Dickerson and his thin-lipped, birdlike wife, Sydney, maintained formidable homes on the north as well as the south fork in additional to their two brownstones in the city. Dickerson and real estate were natural bedfellows, and Ed wanted to strike up a mutually beneficial deal with him for a commercial project in Brooklyn that promised to be the biggest of his career.

While Ed described the properties, he noticed Sydney's posture go especially rigid as something to Ed's left caught her attention. She deliberately tried to focus on what Ed was saying, but her eyes repeatedly returned to whatever had her dander up. Several other heads, both male and female, had also been turned in that general direction, but Ed didn't want to interrupt his spiel so he continued as if nothing were happening.

Dickerson's three Bloody Mary's, however, predisposed him to distractions and when he saw his social x-ray of a wife glancing and stiffening, stiffening and glancing, he followed her gaze. When Ed realized Dickerson' attention was no longer completely on him, he finally allowed himself to see just what was more riveting than his mega deal.

In that scandalously small white bikini they'd bought together just last week, Nikki made her way through the sparse but attentive crowd. Holding a cocktail in one hand, she smiled sweetly and greeted the people she knew. About thirty people milled about the beach club's bar, and roughly a dozen were women—none of whom wore anything less than a conservative maillot as they soaked up the autumn sunshine. This much exposed skin on one person wasn't against the club's rules, but it might as well have been. If dirty looks were darts, Nikki would have been covered with holes by now. 

Her beautiful body, smooth and bronze in comparison to the other club members', drew looks of horror and disgust from the middle-aged women (who were in the majority), and stares of outright lust from the men. Most people knew who she was but had never seen so much of her. Even the bartender stopped mixing drinks to watch her perfect derriere wind through the lounges, chairs, and people. 

How could she be so brazen in front of all these people, Ed wondered? He'd told her he'd be trying to make some deals yet she seemed determined to embarrass him or force him to apologize for her later. 

He knew he wasn't the only man to feel his cock salute her and her relentlessly well-toned curves. Nikki's feline grace and youthful enthusiasm only heightened the excitement she generated in her audience. Along with her smile, she gave them perfect handfuls of luscious tits and an ass that begged to be bent over and fucked. Every man wanted her. 

But it was him that she sidled up to.

"Hi, sweetie. I'm sorry I'm late. Did you miss me?" She kissed him on the cheek and pressed her barely covered breasts against him. "Hi, Chuck. Sydney."

Sydney nodded and her lips twitched. "Of course he did!" Dickerson replied, eyes bulging from the potent combination of alcohol and arousal. "I can't believe he even left without you, Nikki!"

Nikki flashed another bright smile. "Well, she was getting beautiful when last I saw her," Ed replied, looking at Nikki with stern indulgence.

Try as she might, Sydney could not avert her eyes more than three seconds at a time from Nikki's breasts. They seemed to mesmerize her.

"Well, there's the problem, Ed! You let her work too long and now she's too beautiful for polite company!" Dickerson laughed too loud, which triggered a few other nervous types to chime in. They stared at Nikki while they laughed at Dickerson's lame comment.

"That happens a lot," Ed said, grinning.

"Oh, you!" Nikki replied, giggling and slipping her arm around him. "I should let you get back to your business or whatever you were doing. I just came for a little sun. Come get me when you're finished, sweetie."

She kissed him on the mouth this time but just before she did, he couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint in her eyes.

"She won't be hard to find, old man!" Dickerson said in a voice that became raspier by the moment. "She'll be the one surrounded by men!"

Sydney didn't seem to find much humor in his remark, but the other men chuckled in unison. Nikki sauntered away, swaying her much-admired ass for her fans, and looking over her shoulder a few steps later to wave a final good-bye.

Ed had no idea how the incident might affect his sales pitch to Dickerson. Had he lost his attention? Had he lost his respect? Or would Dickerson want to do business with him just for the opportunity to get another look at Nikki? Ed made a valiant effort to resume the conversation but the older man half-listened and then insisted on another drink.

"Call my office on Monday, Ed. It sounds promising and I'd like to talk more, but I hate to see you keeping that lovely fiancée of yours waiting."

When Ed caught up with Nikki, who was still applying suntan lotion to her skin to the absolute rapture of those sitting close enough to watch her dewy skin absorb it, she practically burst out laughing.

"Surprise! You like?" She asked in a purr, referring, of course, to the bikini.

He sat down in the chair next to her lounge and gave her an exasperated look. "Oh, yes. And I think every other man likes it, too."

"You're not mad, are you?" The gleam that lit up her irises didn't wither—she knew he wasn't angry. Only a bit discombobulated was all.

"Well, you know, I think I agreed under some duress that you could wear that only on our honeymoon."

"Oh! I guess I didn't catch the 'only' part of that agreement. Next time, you should put it in writing." She smiled and put her bottle on the table beside her.

"I need to see you in the cabana. Right away."

"I thought you'd never ask," she said. 

Ed felt the stares burning at his back as he and Nikki scurried off to the privacy of the cabana, where he'd be doing with Nikki what every other man longed to.



Journey to Another Life Ch. 04



Nikki strolled the aisles, pursing her lips in deep thought as the titles flashed by. How could one really tell whether Blonde in Heat would be any more intriguing than Maid's Day Off or Alice in the Penis Patch? At first, she hesitated to pick up the DVD cases to read more—despite her open-mindedness around sex, she'd never selected porn in a video store before. It seemed very telling to handle a DVD case, for that alerted anybody nearby to what you were into, and although she was open-minded, she was also private. 

She eyed the man a few feet away from her. She got the feeling that if she picked up a DVD to read the back of it, he'd find a way to initiate a conversation about the film, a prospect that did not encourage leisurely shopping. Nevertheless, she had to choose something and if there were one thing she knew how to do, it was shop. She came into the place for a reason and did not intend to leave empty-handed.

She'd quickly discerned that the store was divided into fetishes: big boobs, asses, dominance and submission, and a row with stuff that looked downright satanic. Naughty wife movies were mixed into every genre, which complicated her search. Eventually, however, she found a section that classified films by their director. Cameron Grant and Andrew Blake seemed good choices—the covers featured beautiful women dressed in elegant but sexy clothing, unlike most of the others with their genitalia and grimaces to suggest what the viewer was in for. Other directors looked good, too, and within a couple of minutes, she'd chosen two films: Everybody Loves Ramona and While He Was Out. 

As she paid for the DVDs, she did a few mental calculations to determine how much time she had to preview the films before she'd next see Ed, but then decided that it would be best to watch them as he would—fresh and ready for anything.

When they returned from a fabulous dinner at the new restaurant in midtown Nikki had been wanting to try, Ed couldn't hold his question any longer.

"What the heck is in that bag?"

She laughed and tossed her chic leather satchel on a nearby chair. "Whatever do you mean?" She feigned confusion.

"I mean, young lady, that you rarely carry a purse bigger than your hand, especially when we go out to dinner. What's up?"

She bent over the bag to retrieve something from it. "Oh, you'll see." She quickly opened the case of Everybody Loves Ramona and withdrew the disk. Smiling at Ed, she slipped it into the DVD player, kicked off her shoes, and curled up on the sofa.

"I thought we'd watch a movie this evening," she purred.

A movie? Since when was Nikki a film buff?

"Really? Which one?" He asked, disappointed but willing to indulge her.

"Why don't you just sit down next to me and find out?"

When the title appeared on the screen, Ed laughed out loud. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

She grinned at him and winked. "And hope to be for the rest of our lives."

He finally sat down next to her, already feeling the familiar tingle of desire at his crotch. She wore a bronze and cream paisley print mini dress and as she sat with her feet grazing the backs of her thighs, a fetching glimpse of firm derriere was exposed. He sat to her right, the direction in which her body was turned. The dress was long-sleeved but low-cut and she wore no bra. Although her hair was up in a large comb, several locks hung loose, suggesting that unleashing it all would be a simple matter. She stared at the screen, pretending that what was there riveted her. After several minutes of feeling his stare, however, she turned to him with a crooked smile.

"Are you going to watch me or the film?"

"I'm not sure yet."

"Ugh!" she said, exaggerating her frustration. But she smiled and snuggled up closer to him. "Come on, now. Let's watch."

The first scene opened with a tall, Nordic-looking deliveryman carrying a package up the well-manicured walk of stately, suburban home in a wealthy neighborhood. 

"I'll bet he's going to deliver more than one package," Ed said under his breath. 

"Ssshhhhh!"

A busty, attractive brunette opened the door to greet the deliveryman. She wore an apron to indicate her housewifery but that's where the identification stopped. Her tight midriff top in luminous white held her large breasts firm and encouraged her hard nipples outward. Her tiny skirt was shorter that her apron—upon which was printed in happy red cursive, "What's cookin'?"—and her clunky high heels made her posture just impudent enough to evoke a look of surprise from the deliveryman. 

"Package for a Ramona Sherman," he said, eying the housewife up and down as if he'd never seen such luscious womanhood on his route before.

"Well, that's me! Come on in. I just baked some cookies!"

The deliveryman paused but then sniffed the air with a delighted smile and stepped over the threshold. As Ramona chattered on about the kind of cookies that were baking, the camera focused on her shapely ass, following it like the deliveryman's eyes undoubtedly were. When the couple arrived in the large, upscale kitchen, she waved him into a nearby seat at the kitchen table and as he took it, he placed the package on the table.

"Now, then," she said as she bent to open the oven door. "Let's see how they're coming along. I always bake when my cook has the day off. My cookies bring all kinds of people to the house, which is good because I get so lonely during the day. My husband's always telling me to keep busy." 

She slid the pan of cookies toward her and examined them. Meanwhile, the blonde deliveryman examined her upturned ass. Her cheeks were bare—no panties—and as she appraised her cookies, she wiggled her ass from side to side in contemplation. Her pussy lips, shaved and swollen, beckoned. The camera moved in on her, simulating the deliveryman's perspective.

Another camera angle showed the deliveryman face first between the housewife's ass cheeks as he ran his palms over her hips and thighs. 

The housewife was, of course, not surprised in the least by this outburst of appreciation, and remained bent over, even as she withdrew the cookies and closed the oven door. She used the range top as a place to rest her hands while the deliveryman sampled her private taste treats.

"Is this how you'll spend your time once we're married?" Ed asked, chuckling. 

"Not unless you want me to," Nikki replied. She tried to read his thoughts. Was he at all turned on by the idea of a wife filling her days with an endless stream of male visitors? 

"I've never seen you bake."

"But I can learn. It looks like fun!"

The deliveryman ate the housewife's cunt for several minutes as the camera caught every flick of his tongue. Ed didn't draw any attention to his hard-on but neither did he try to hide it. He wanted to see what Nikki had in mind by asking him to watch the film. Normally, Nikki was the main attraction and certainly always the primary seductress. Why she would direct his attention to another woman on this evening perplexed him, but he was willing to wait to find out more.

"Do you like the movie?" Nikki asked him in between nibbles at his ear.

"Well, it's definitely unexpected," he said.

Nikki slipped her hand between his legs. "Sometimes surprises can be fun," she observed, stroking the length of his swollen cock. Their mouths met in the kind of slow, languid kissing that drove him wild. Nikki knew how to kiss to communicate such a multitude of plans, ideas, and moods—and it always took him some time to figure out what those were, but it was time well spent, he'd always found. Tonight, her warmth flowed freely, as it always did, but he wasn't picking up any specific signals or commands. He'd never known her to be so ... receptive. Tonight her pliant body and full lips absorbed his energy and sent back only an acknowledgement rather than a counter-signal. Not that he minded this new approach, but its genesis confounded him.

They continued watching the film, kissing and nuzzling throughout, using each other to indicate bored or aroused reactions to the on-screen activities. 

The gardener watched as the disheveled deliveryman got back in his truck, sans package. When the truck rolled away and was out of sight, the gardener, a youthful Pacific Islander with a wide body and firm step, strode up to the back door and knocked. The housewife quickly finished reapplying her lipstick and did a final check of her slighty askew hair before answering the door. Her formality was somewhat ridiculous, given that he'd knocked on the metal part of the screen door and could see her making her final reparations through the screen portion. He watched her hungrily, with wide eyes that didn't even attempt to hide his desire.

"Your cookies smell good, Miz Ramona," he said through the screen.

"Why, thank you, Armando. Would you like some?"

"Oh yes, ma'am!"

She opened the door to admit him, arching her back slightly so that her breasts made his passage more challenging. Awkward but excited, he brushed against them as he tried to get by her. When he was in the kitchen, Ramona invited him to sit in the same spot where the deliveryman had received his treats (which, by the way, had included more than just oral sex). This time, however, she didn't bend over to check the oven. Instead, she stood very close to the trembling gardener, effortlessly wielding her spatula to remove her now-cool cookies from the baking sheet. As she leaned toward the table to accomplish her task, her sizable breast pressed against Armando's temple.

"Oh, I shouldn't have let these cool here on the sheet," she said. "Now they'll be all dry and crumbly."

"Did the deliveryman try your cookies?" Armando blurted out.

"Why, yes. He did. He seemed to like them."

Armando looked so crestfallen, even Ramona took notice. "Don't worry, honey. I never give all my cookies to one person."

With her free hand, she raised her top to expose one perfect breast. The gardener was so disoriented and thrilled by this turn of events—even though the viewer was led to believe that it was not the first time he'd enjoyed her cookies—that he was unable to control himself and immediately took the breast in both hands, aimed the prodigious nipple with its ample areole at his face, and took it to his lips. 

Ramona let him suck while she swung one long leg over his lap and straddled him as she unzipped his trousers. A cock so thick and unearthly in its hardness emerged and the camera stayed on its deep mocha-colored shaft as her fingers caressed it. Armando sucked at her tit like it might give him the strength to keep from coming right then and there.

Ramona rode him hard, jiggling her full, soft breasts without a moment's pause. The expression on her face was one of utter control and absolute power. Unlike the scene where the deliveryman pumped her relentlessly, here she was clearly the one calling the shots, taking the smitten gardener from uncertain servant to seduced employee in less than sixty seconds.

"Would you ever screw the help, sweetheart?" Ed asked Nikki.

"If they deserved it, I would."

"Would you do it as punishment or reward?" 

"A good employer instinctively knows how to get the best from every employee," Nikki told him, now so full of mischief that Ed was practically beside himself with curiosity.

Ed and Nikki sniggered and guffawed as the movie progressed.

Ramona was next greeted by the school principal, a swarthy man who looked like he might have been more comfortable before an adding machine than a voluptuous seductress. But Ramona made quick work of him (after leaving the gardener in a spastic but satisfied state), producing a cake that apparently baked itself off camera and feeding it to him just before she offered herself as the next course. The principal had a rather surprising appetite, making loud slurping sounds as he devoured Ramona's dripping snatch.

"Oh, finish me off fast, baby!" Ramona whispered with more than a little urgency. "I see the PTA coming up the street!"

The principal brought her to a staggering climax but clutched his bereft but meaty member to emphasize its overlooked need. Ramona pouted as if she wished there were time to tend to him, but shooed him into the closet so that she could entertain the three ladies who next made their way to her front door.

The three women, all dressed in sporty but refined attire, were roughly Ramona's age. They didn't regard her slutty outfit with any derision whatsoever, which only added to the comic situation. The principal watched through a peephole in the closet, which is where the camera resided while the ladies greeted Ramona and took their seats on her Biedermeier sofa and coordinating chairs. 

"Oh, are we interrupting anything?" The tallest one, a blonde, inquired, nodding toward the half-eaten cake.

"No, no. I had just given a little to my gardener. He works so hard, you know."

"Oh, yes. And you're so wise to reward the little people, Ramona. They remember the kindness," added the stuffy brunette, whose limpid eyes were the epitome of privilege.

"I hope so," Ramona said, smiling sweetly.

"And I'm sure he'll remember your cookies!" said the petite redhead, who was bold enough to make and keep eye contact with Ramona. "I do wonder, though, Ramona, about the extra loyalty you must get with a body like yours."

The other two women looked from Ramona to the redhead and back again, silenced by the redhead's directness. 

The camera switched to the closet, where the principal's mouth was agape at the direction of the conversation. He held his cock in his hand and stroked it absently but rhythmically.

"Kimberly, you flatter me. I can't imagine that my body would inspire any more loyalty than my cookies. Or my cakes, for that matter."

"Well, I only meant that if given a choice between licking chocolate off your baking spoon or licking juice out of your pussy, I'd prefer the latter."

The brunette gasped and the blonde's eyebrows shot up. Ramona grinned slowly and walked over to Kimberly. Her crotch was level with the small redhead's face, so she thrust her hips out slightly to move her hemline closer to Kimberly's mouth. 

"I would be a fool not to offer you what you prefer, then, wouldn't I?"

Kimberly lifted Ramona's skirt, pulled her mons up and her labia apart, then tongued Ramona's clit. Ramona responded by grabbing overflowing handfuls of her own tits, squeezing and kneading and tweaking her nipples as Kimberly went to town on her twat. The other two women stared in amazement. The blonde, never taking her eyes off the munching Kimberly, stood and stepped out of her pants. The brunette, licking her lips, struggled between being appalled and driven to participate. The blonde solved her dilemma by offering her snatch to the brunette so the two of them could emulate what Ramona and Kimberly were doing.

Nikki looked over at Ed without turning her head. She'd never known a man who didn't get incredibly turned on by watching lesbian sex. Sure enough, Ed was no exception. For the first time since the movie started, his gaze was fixed on the screen. Nikki toyed with the idea of moving his hand to her pussy to have him play with it while he watched the women. As she considered her options, he felt her stare and turned to her.

"Okay, so I like this. Who wouldn't?"

She laughed. "It's okay! I think it's hot, too."

And she did. So much so that she decided Ed's fingers in her slippery cunt would be simply perfect. She guided his hand there as she shifted her position so she could better open her legs. 

Ed was only too happy to oblige. When his fingers discovered how sopping wet she was, he briefly considered putting the lesbians on "pause," but Nikki seemed to be creaming in response to them, so he didn't want to interrupt that. They chuckled as the poor principal beat his meat furiously and spewed come all over the expensive garments that hung in the closet where he hid. As Ed pushed two fingers into his fiancée, the lesbians formed a daisy chain where fingers and mouths explored crevices and folds. Ed couldn't recall if he'd ever seen so much pussy eating on screen but decided that he quite liked it as an occasional diversion. 

"I didn't know you were into women," Ed said, surprised by how raspy his voice had become.

"You're so silly. I'm into anything where the action is hot!"

He massaged her tumescent clit while he wiggled his fingers inside her. "I am silly to have forgotten that."

"I could also say that I didn't know you were into lesbians."

"I'm not."

"See my point?"

He grinned. The sound of his fingers between her legs reminded him of a dog at a water bowl. "Have you ever been with a woman?" He asked, eager to replace a couple of the women in the movie with Nikki's image.

"Yes, but it wasn't a group like this. I'm a one-woman woman!"

"And a one-woman man."

"Definitely."

"Do you want to keep watching?" he asked, ready for whatever she might tell him.

"Sure, why not? I'm starting to enjoy discovering who will love Ramona next."

Ed laughed and nodded. "I confess it's getting addictive. I wonder how a movie like this can end."

The lesbians ate themselves into a stupor. Their finely applied cosmetics were smeared with pussy juice and their expensive hairstyles bore little resemblance to their former perfection. One of them mumbled something about Ramona attending the next meeting and when they could all stand, they filed out of the house on unsteady legs. The principal tumbled out of the closet at their departure and begged Ramona to sit on his face so he could taste her. A beleaguered but game Ramona did his bidding and ground her cunt into his doughy face while she beat him off with a somewhat bored expression on her face. Finally, he'd gotten his release, got dressed, stuffed another piece of cake in his mouth, and left.

"I'd worry about my kids if they went to a school where he was the principal," Ed commented, still pumping Nikki with his fingers. 

Nikki ignored his comment—she had an idea suddenly. "Ed, work your cock like the principal just did. I want to watch."

He almost pointed out that using one hand to pleasure her and the other to please himself might actually distract him from the movie, but then decided that he liked the challenge. He extracted his aching cock from his pants and proceeded to give it the second most desirable thing it craved.

Nikki adored watching his hand work his dick almost as much as she liked working it herself. Observing the subtle but widely varied differences in the way men jerked off had always fascinated her, but there was something even more erotic about watching Ed. Maybe because she loved him or maybe because he simply turned her on so much—either way, being witness to his private methods of exciting himself made her wetter than ever.

As the principal followed the walk away from the house to get to his car, he passed two large, handsome black men in tradesmen uniforms. He paused after they walked by and turned around, as if considering apprehending or following them. But then he shrugged and continued on to his car.

Ramona greeted them in her most cordial voice, although there was an unmistakably satisfied drawl to it. Despite how mussed and slightly tired she was, she remained dewy and irrepressible.

"How can I help you gentlemen? Don't tell me you're here for cookies, too!"

"Uh, no, ma'am," said the one whose uniform identified him as Wilbur. "But if you got 'em, I don't suppose we'll refuse 'em." He smiled to reveal a set of stunning white teeth. His skin gleamed with health.

"We understand your oven's got some problems," said the other, whose embroidered name read "Sam." He was impossibly good-looking, and slightly taller than Wilbur. "We've come to fix it, if we can."

Both men were smiling at Ramona without a hint of malice or ill will. They were the most cheerful repairmen one could ever wish to see.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 04



"But there's nothing wrong with my oven! I've used it several times today. In fact, come on in and I'll give you a taste of what it baked today!" She stepped aside to let them in, and as she had with Armando, she positioned herself to make contact with her formidable breasts unavoidable. Neither of these men was shy, however, and took their time getting by her, relishing the seconds of not-so-stolen brushes against her tits.

The kitchen was a veritable bakery. Cookies were piled on plates and still sitting on baking sheets. Three different cakes in various stages of completeness sat in different spots on the countertops. 

"Ramona is incredible," Nikki giggled. "She can bake while she fucks!"

"I'll bet she's got elves," Ed offered. "Probably pays them in pussy."

"Better than a union, huh?"

Ed laughed and looked at Nikki. "Nobody's got any grievances, I'd wager."

"Well, ma'am, I don't know what to tell you. We're just responding to a call from your husband. He said your oven needed fixin." Wilbur surveyed the room, confused and concerned.

"Oh, did he? That's so strange. Maybe he knows something I don't, but really, it looks like you may have come all the way out here for nothing. At least help yourself to some treats!" She picked up a cookie and fed it to Wilbur, pressing herself against him as he chewed. Sam watched, grinned, and then spoke.

"What about me?" 

"Come here and I'll feed you, too, sweetheart."

They made an Oreo of Ramona, flanking her as they chewed her chocolate chip cookies. Their big, black hands roamed over her well-traveled curves. Ramona did not struggle in the slightest as they stripped her of her clothing, ripped off their own, and helped themselves to her heavy tits and firm ass. She took a cock in each hand and the camera presented a montage of body parts, white and black, being caressed, fondled, squeezed, and groped.

A sporty, brand new BMW pulled into the driveway and the occupant, a thirty-something executive with a confident air and impeccably tailored suit, strode to the back of the house. When he approached the back screen door, however, he slowed to silence his footsteps against the flagstone path. With careful stealth, he peered into the kitchen and smiled with satisfaction as he took in the scene within.

Nikki's juices now coated all his fingers and most of his palm. Her pussy lips had passed from pink to rosy, and her aroma filled the room. As he slid his fingers in and out of her, cream seeped out of her hole and dripped a bit along her labia down to her asshole and spread outward toward her thighs. She was succulent, ready.

He loved her wanton like this, with her cunt juicing and legs apart while still wearing the same clothing she wore at dinner. His little harlot—the private vixen that fulfilled every fantasy he'd ever had. 

Her breaths came in shorter exhalations and her hips moved forward and back to make the most of his finger fucking. Her eyes, however, had moved from their fixation on his cock to the television screen. He glanced briefly at the two black men with the top-heavy white woman but was drawn immediately back to the sight of his sexy, wanton Nikki.

He was too close to coming and didn't want to waste what he had. "Babe, I need to fuck you. How about doggie style?"

She turned to him and her eyes lit up. Nodding, she moved to the floor, facing the television and offering her ass to him. He skewered her quickly, smoothing her glorious ass cheeks in his hands as he pushed himself into her heat.

Ramona accommodated Sam, who was thicker than one might expect, up her pussy as soon as she was laid out on the kitchen table. Sam draped her legs over his shoulders and held them to intensify each slam against her. Wilbur stood by her side and slid his long rod into her mouth. His length nearly gagged her but he didn't stop to see whether she was choking. Instead, he grabbed her nearest tit and shook it like he hoped he could remove it. He was mesmerized by how it jiggled and stared at it intently, even to the exclusion of watching his cock disappear into Ramona's mouth.

As Nikki took the hard pounding at her backside, she watched Ramona with great interest. The woman's mouth full of black dick, her pussy crammed with thick black meat—it was fantastic! 

The man watching through the screen door, who appeared to be Ramona's husband, gaped at the men who were so thoroughly delivering as much pleasure as they were imparting. As he stared, his fist pumped away at his cock. He obviously had no interest in interrupting the scene that the audience was now figuring out he'd been responsible for planning.

Sam winced, indicating an imminent eruption, and pulled out just before he spurted a heavy, gooey load all over Ramona's writhing torso. His release gave Wilbur permission to follow suit, and he let fly with streaks of jizz that decorated Ramona's hair, cheeks, and neck. Ramona loved being covered with come so much that she shouted out an orgasm loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Nikki came when Ramona did—and just as hard. She reared up like a wild mare as Ed rammed her. The intensity of her orgasm triggered Ed's and soon the two of them were shouting and bucking like animals. 

Neither of them realized it, but the credits had begun to roll, thereby answering Ed's question about how the movie might end. They lay on the carpet, facing each other, grinning and covered with the thinnest sheen of happiness.

"Did you like the movie?" Nikki asked softly as she traced the outline of his lips.

"It was fun," he said, chuckling.

"What did you think of Ramona?"

Ed found Nikki's line of questioning bizarre. "I'm not sure I understand your question. She was a bimbo, but a likeable one."

"But didn't it turn you on to watch a housewife take on so many men? Come on. You can tell me you liked it."

Ed chuckled. "It's an entertaining idea for a movie. In real life, I'd hate it if my wife behaved that way. Or slept with other men."

"Would you?"

"Nik, you know I would. But you, on the other hand, seemed to like the movie quite a lot!"

She laughed and blushed slightly. "You don't have to worry. I'd never behave like Ramona. I like the flirting but not the follow-through. I'd only do it if I thought it turned you on. I think you know I prefer to be a one-woman man."

"Or one-woman woman."

"Oh, stop! I tried a threesome once. Didn't like it. I get off on relationships, not fuck buddies."

"Do tell! My dear, you never cease to amaze me."

"Oh, there's not that much to tell," she said, rolling onto her back to face the ceiling. "There was a guy I had a crush on in college but we didn't get together until after we graduated. I ran into him one night when he was out with a buddy of his. We ended up drinking a few too many together and before I really knew what was happening, they were both fucking me."

"Holy shit."

"It was hot, yes." She smiled as she turned to look at Ed. "A fantasy fulfilled, you might say."

"Did you do what Ramona did?"

"Actually, yes. One guy fucked my mouth and the other one was behind me, up my pussy."

To Ed's surprise, jealousy didn't surge through him. Just picturing his sex kitten with two men stirred every libidinous bone in his body. More than anything, he felt excitement. "How does it feel to have two men?" He asked her, already noticing the stirring of his cock.

"It feels great!" She smiled broadly. "I felt like a total sex object, but a really powerful one. It's a strange feeling. But it was complicated because I liked the one guy so much. We never did it again and eventually, I dated that guy for a while. I really wanted to just be his girlfriend rather than a plaything he could share with others."

Ed's hand moved to her muff and slowly insinuated itself into her slippery folds. "I'm thinking you were also turned on by the two black guys tonight. I know how much you like them!"

Nikki's color deepened further. "Oh, man. I have to say, that scene did turn me on. Was it that noticeable?" She looked at him with concern in her eyes. She didn't like to be so easily read, even by Ed.

He winked at her. "Oh, yes. You might say that. I'm complaining, though. When you get that turned on, I go into overdrive."

"Did you wish it was me with those black guys?"

"No, baby. Fantasy is one thing, but reality is another."

"Are you sure?" Her eyes sparkled.

"Of course I'm sure. Why do you look like the cat that ate the canary?"

"Well, I have a confession to make," she said. Contrition was written all over face but so was challenge. "I found your collection of erotic stories on your computer."

He withdrew his hand from her snatch. "You found them? How did that happen?" Her admission irritated him. It wasn't like her to snoop and he felt violated, somehow.

"I didn't go looking for them, I promise. I needed to make a notation to the wedding planner one night while I was here and I just stumbled on them. I hope you're not mad at me."

Ed frowned. "Well, let's just say I'm not happy with you. I could never be mad at you."

"That's good. I read a few of them. They all seem to be about naughty wives, yet you say that it's only a fantasy for you. I'm starting to think it's more than a fantasy!" She smiled widely at him, eyes alight with mischief.

He had to smile at her enthusiasm. "I like that fantasy, yes. But for me, trust me when I tell you it's firmly relegated to fantasy and doesn't infringe on reality at all. I would never ask you to be a naughty wife, nor would I want you to be one."

"Okay," she said, relief evident in her voice. "I won't bring it up again."

"Oh, I somehow doubt that!"

She laughed. "But really, you do have a lot of those stories! Are you sure you want it to stay a fantasy?"

Exasperated, he replied, "No, I'm not sure and I don't know if I ever want to find out if I'm sure!"

They both laughed, aware that new sexual ground had been broken. "Well," Nikki said as she moved his hand back to the spot between her legs, "if you ever change your mind and want me to get it on with a couple of black guys, make sure you've got them lined up first so we don't waste any time!"

"Oh you!" He said, removing his hand and mounting her. His cock was hard again and it longed to be inside her. The idea of presenting her with two black studs had never occurred to him until now—and it did not disgust him as much as he suspected it might. And despite her teasing, he sensed that her willingness to "please him" by taking on the two men had just as much to do with pleasing herself.

And as he emptied himself into her for the second time that night, he pictured her moaning at the hands of two—or three—well-endowed black men. The thought pushed him to orgasm at lightning speed.

"I enjoyed myself last night," Nikki said as she dressed the next morning.

"Me, too," Ed said, meaning it.

"You know, if you ever want to discuss any sexual problems or fantasies with me, I hope you'll always feel comfortable about it. You never have to be shy or afraid with me."

"I know, baby. I'm not, don't worry. I hope you'll do the same."

"You know I will," she said, winking at him. She stood up, dressed in jeans and a close-fitting henley-style shirt that accentuated her figure. "Now, then. We've got one weekend left to plan this wedding, and I think you know what that means."

He sighed. "More shopping?"

"You're going to make an excellent husband," she said, laughing as she embraced him.

The show at the Cigar Club was progressing nicely. Gorgeous women with endowments both real and enhanced shook, shimmied, slid, and slithered around the club, concentrating more on Ed, the groom-to-be, than the other men in the party. Sexy as they were, none of them measured up to Nikki, but that didn't prevent him from enjoying the spectacle.

The Cigar Club was an upscale strip joint, which basically meant that men weren't allowed to jack off and the performers didn't look all used up. The "no touching" rule was strictly enforced but the lap dances were plentiful. Ed had as much fun watching the titillation among his buddies as he did admiring the women. 

"Whoa, if that doesn't make Ed change his mind about getting married, nothing will!" Pete Sinclair called out when an exceptionally top-heavy brunette vixen undulated just inches from Ed's face while she straddled him. Pete was the only bachelor in the group and from his reactions, Ed guessed it had been a while since Pete had been with a woman. He chuckled at Pete's excitement and continued to enjoy the brunette's attentions, but truth be told, he wanted to check the time—he was eager to meet up with Nikki's bachelorette party for the "mixed" strip club party that awaited them.

Despite everyone's enthusiasm, after an hour or so of gyrating bellies and jiggling butt cheeks, Ed raised his beer glass to make an announcement.

"All right, guys. This has been great. You really know how to make a guy feel loved."

Hoots and hollers flew back at him. The woman nearest him shook her tits at him and winked.

"But I'm dying to see what the women are doing. What do you say we head over to the Sailor's Paradise and surprise them?"

The group had had enough to drink to make them compliant and so, within minutes, the small group of men departed the Cigar Club, hot on the trail of aroused females at the Sailor's Paradise.

"I'm sorry, there's a private party going on. I'm afraid I can't let you in," said the officious maitre d' at Sailor's Paradise. 

"Hey buddy, he's marrying the woman the party's for," Pete advised the man. "I think you can break your rules this time."

Ed raised a hand to indicate that Pete didn't need to speak up on his behalf. Then he asked for a word with the maitre d' and the two men stepped away from the group.

"It would mean a lot to me if you could find some way for me to see what's going on at that party," Ed said, stuffing a $100 bill in the surprised man's hand. "I don't have to be in the room, you understand. Perhaps some kind of closed circuit camera...?" Ed knew there were always security cameras at these places.

"Oh. Yes. Thank you, sir. Well, I think we could arrange something. Would you like your whole party to see what's going on inside?"

"No, no. That won't be necessary. Just keep them liquored up out here and take me to where I can view the bachelorette party privately."

The maitre d' not only took him to the security booth, he brought him a tall beer and got rid of the security monitor whose job it was to keep an eye on the party. Ed settled into the warm chair the monitor had just vacated and focused on the black and white images on the screen.

About 25 women clustered in various groups, some standing, some sitting, about the room as a powerfully built black man traveled among them. He wore the tiniest piece of fabric at his crotch but it was clear that it strained to keep the monstrous erection inside it. The man's ebony skin shone as if he were oiled up, Ed noticed. His over-developed muscles, which he moved with flawless precision, gleamed as he danced. He exceeded the six-foot mark by several inches.

Ed wanted to hear what was going on, so he scanned the panel for a volume button and found it. The security monitor had muted everything and who could blame him? He probably had to sit through at least one of these hen parties every night. When Ed switched the sound on, he heard the pulsating rhythm of dance club music and the squeals and shouts of frenzied women.

Nikki, goaded by her friends and unquestionably a bit tipsy, approached the stripper and started dancing with him. The women applauded and called out more encouragement to Nikki, who didn't seem to need much. She faced the big, black stripper and got as close as she could while both bodies expressed as much sexual intent as could be mustered in a public place.

The stripper, never taking his eyes off Nikki, unsnapped the tenuous string that held his thong together. The enormous snake he let loose sent a gasp through the audience, and a couple of Nikki's friends pulled her away, as if to protect her from the danger it posed.

The stripper's expression morphed from naughty to challenging—he didn't have to look at his crotch to know that what he'd unleashed inspired as much awe as respect. He stood on the edge of the stage but Nikki was now back on the floor with the rest of the party. The sight of the black man's formidable, half-erect cock seemed to push Nikki to new heights of interest, for as the man swung it forward, she pretended to crane her neck as if to kiss it. The cock swung a few more times, the women hooted louder, and then, to Ed's great dismay, Nikki finally planted the slightest little kiss on the tip of it.

The black man's face erupted in a giant smile as Nikki then pushed him away playfully. Her friends clapped and laughed, and although Ed was not in the room with them, he felt the embarrassment shared among some of the women, who knew that what Nikki had done went beyond the bounds of propriety, even in a strip club at a bachelorette party.

Instinctively, Ed swallowed a long swig of beer, appalled to find himself rock hard and a little short of breath. His fiancée had kissed a huge, black cock. In public. In front of people who knew her. He desperately wanted to whack off and hated himself for it.

Instead, he took a few deep breaths and tried to think about something else. He muted the sound on the screen, and turned away. He couldn't quite get up yet because his erection was so insistent, it limited his mobility. Anyway, he couldn't let the maitre d' or his buddies see him this way. He thought about the pending deals he had going on, about his favorite sports teams, and about the landscaping work he needed to do on his beach house. When these details eased out the vivid memory of Nikki's lips on the black dick, he left the booth and rejoined his party in the VIP lounge.

Minutes after he joined them, Nikki's party emerged from the private party room and mingled with the men. Nikki went right up to Ed, only slightly unsteady.

"Hey, baby!" She said, kissing his mouth with the same lips that had grazed the black stud.

"Hi, there," Ed answered. Her strange aura, he realized, was only partially the result of excessive alcohol. Could she actually have regrets about what she'd done at her party?

"Been here long?" She asked. She slipped an arm around him and insinuated her breasts into his rib cage.

"A little while. I missed you so we came early."

"Oh, that's sweet!" She kissed him again, but didn't make as much eye contact as she normally might. 

"Do you need to sit down, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, I think I do. Too many Cosmopolitans!"

She and her friends loved that damn pink drink, he thought to himself as he escorted her to a small table away from the crowd. When she was comfortably seated, he pulled out a chair across from her.

"Have a good time?" he asked, now finding her sheepishness quite charming.

"Oh, yes. Great dancer," she said, looking around the room and focusing on nothing.

"Really."

"Yeah. Definitely professional." 

"And very black."

Her eyes widened. "How did you know that?"

"I bribed the management to let me eavesdrop." He smiled, happy that they had the kind of relationship where he could admit his voyeurism.

"What did you see, exactly?"

"A certain little kiss."

She pouted. "I'm sorry. I told you I had a thing for black men." She shrugged and smiled.

"And now you've proved it!" His grin told her he wasn't angry.

She leaned forward. "So, um, how did you enjoy the show? And I don't mean the one at the Cigar Club."

Now it was Ed's turn to let his eyes wander. He honestly didn't know how he felt about what he'd seen, so articulating a response was more than he was willing to handle. Nikki saw the struggle behind his eyes.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 04



"I'm sorry, Ed, if I upset you."

"No, no. I'm just not sure how I feel. This is all kind of new to me, you know."

"I know. It's new to me, too. But what you saw was all done in fun. You understand that, right?"

"Of course."

"I mean, it is my bachelorette party, and all." The upper hand had somehow shifted back to her and her confidence level rose back to where it usually was.

"Hey, you two! There's time for romance after the wedding. Tonight you're supposed to be partying!" Pete called from the bar. Ed and Nikki returned to the fray, but when the co-ed strip show began, Ed noticed that neither he nor Nikki allowed themselves to enjoy it.

Nikki emerged from his bathroom the following morning wearing only a grey silk nightgown that barely covered her behind. He had been enjoying the streak of sun that warmed the bed, not quite tired enough to continue sleeping but not yet prepared to get out of bed. The sight of her, all clean and showered and barely covered by her expensive sleepwear, though, stirred him.

"I think we should talk about last night," she said as she flounced onto the bed.

"Must we?"

"Yes. I'm worried that you were really upset by what happened."

He blinked and tried to corral his disparate thoughts. "Nik, really. This is hard for me. I'm not even really awake yet."

She tilted her head and gave him the puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

He sighed and grinned. "All right. What do you want to know?"

"Do I need to apologize for what I did? It was meant in fun but if it bothers you, I want to get rid of those bad feelings. Especially so close to the wedding!"

"I'm not upset, honestly. I'm just confused. I was turned on but I hated that I was turned on. Do you know what I'm saying?"

She paused. "You were turned on?"

"Yes, but I'm not entirely sure why. As you know, I like to know why I react as I do." 

"Hmmm." She moved closer to him, smiling. "He was so hot, though, wasn't he?"

He raised his eyebrows. What was she trying to do?

"You saw the size of that thing. Man or woman, you had to be fascinated by it!" She continued, seizing the opportunity to have some fun with the situation. She put one leg up on the bed and bent that knee. The position exposed her pussy.

"It was alarming, frankly," he told her, not at all comfortable discussing the dimensions of another man's penis, especially one that Nikki had so recently relished kissing.

She moved his hand between her legs, where she was warm and juicy already. "Just thinking about him turns me on. Big, black fucker," she said breathlessly as she guided Ed's finger's to her slit and pushed him inside. 

She continued the narrative as she eventually climbed on top of him. "Can you imagine a cock like that fucking me, Ed? Do you think I could stand it?"

Her questions were rhetorical but his imagination was literal. It provided him with scenes of Nikki being slammed by the black man, being eaten by him, and all manner of positions in between. So real were the images that only his orgasm pulled him away from them.

The wedding rivaled anything Hollywood could have concocted. Thousand of white lilies adorned the church, artfully attached to beams and pews. The music, carefully selected by Nikki, included no organ music whatsoever—a string quartet plucked from the New York Symphony rendered the Brahms and Fauré pieces she'd selected. She looked luminous in her custom-made dress of silk and toile with hand-sewn embroidery and seed pearls adorning the seven-foot train. Ed felt handsome in his tux but knew the day was for the bride. His beautiful, sexy, flirtatious but loving bride. As she walked down the aisle, stepping so gracefully to the lilting cadences of Fauré, he knew he'd never forget how stunning she looked and how lucky he was to have found her. They exchanged traditional vows without writing any of their own—Nikki said she'd be too nervous to read anything more than she had to at the ceremony and by the look of her, Ed could concur that she was probably right. Seeing her so nervous made him love her all the more.

The reception of 500 people was equally beautiful, albeit far more raucous. The guests, some of whom had been convinced that Ed would remain a bachelor for the rest of his days, celebrated with reassuring enthusiasm, giving the couple the distinct impression that they sincerely wished the best for them. 

The band, a local one that Nikki had heard at a dance club and hired the same night, played many of the songs Ed had seen her dance to when she flirted with other men. Strangely, the memories didn't sour his happiness at all, especially when Nikki danced with almost nobody but Ed at the wedding. He felt a firm sense of relief about that, and just spent as much of his energies enjoying the feel of her in his arms that special day. She was the Nikki he fell in love with, the one who only had eyes for him.

At the Waldorf Astoria's bridal suite that night, they unwound. The cruise would leave the next day and they had the evening to reminisce about the day and enjoy some quiet time with each other. Ed removed her gorgeous wedding dress slowly, unwrapping his bride in between sips of champagne. When he got down to her white strapless bra and white lace garter belt with the blue garters she borrowed from a friend to have something blue and borrowed to wear on her wedding day, she insisted on undressing him in a similar fashion. 

"Your underwear isn't nearly as pretty as mine," she observed when she'd relieved him of his tux. He agreed.

In fact, he agreed so wholeheartedly that he made love to her while she still wore it. He tore the tiny thong off her, however, so he could get to the good bits...

The Waldorf wisely mirrored one wall alongside the bed, which Ed was certain delighted many a young (and old) newly married couple. It delighted Ed and Nikki to watch themselves get into nasty positions and receive uncensored thrusts. What they both seemed to enjoy best, however, was watching the comes—his, hers, his and hers. 

"Wow. Who knew it could be so hot to watch yourself come?" Nikki asked, giggling, as they lay spent on the king-size bed.

"I've always known it's hot to watch you come," he teased.

"Oh, you. We need more champagne!" She exclaimed, finding the bottle empty. "Would you order some while I shower?"

He agreed, deciding while he listened to the water run, that they needed a wider selection of drinks than just champagne. He wanted her to have a selection, not just one option. And he wanted decanters, not that silly mini-bar stuff.

The waiter arrived just as the shower went off. The two men reviewed the order to ensure that the various spirits had been delivered according to Ed's specifications. Ed was careful to speak loudly so Nikki would hear that someone was in the room—he wanted to prevent her any embarrassment in case she sprinted out of the bathroom half-naked like she was prone to do.

As Ed and the waiter finished up the inventory, Nikki sauntered out of the bathroom in a completely transparent white baby doll top, no underwear, and marabou-trimmed high-heeled mules. She seemed blissfully unaware that anyone was present until she was only a few feet away from the poor, stunned waiter. 

Ed, mute with surprise, watched the scene with a detachment that could only come from shock. 

Nikki made eye contact with the waiter. The waiter froze. 

The waiter took in the sight before him: dark areola, firm breasts, smooth legs. 

Nikki stopped in her tracks, giving the waiter time to get a good eyeful.

The waiter looked down at his order pad and cleared his throat but not before Nikki saw his eyes light up and then just as quickly darken again.

Nikki looked at Ed.

Ed understood at that moment what she was up to but still could not speak.

She turned around and strolled back to the bathroom.

"I guess that'll be all, then," Ed finally managed to say to the waiter as he gave him a $50 tip. The waiter hustled out of the room so quickly, Ed wanted to laugh out loud.

Upon hearing the door to the suite close, Nikki came out again, still dressed in the baby doll outfit. "Ooops," she said, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"You, my dear, are one naughty bride," he said, so turned on he couldn't get her to the bed fast enough.



Journey to Another Life Ch. 05



The private villa Ed had rented for their one-week stay in St. Martin had its own pool with an ocean view that Nikki adored. The villa's altitude removed it from the human sounds on the beach below, providing the lovely delusion of being quite isolated from the madding crowds. After the first day, however, Nikki gravitated toward the beach. "We don't want to miss anything," she said.

Ed suspected she just wanted to show off that bikini she'd given a test run at the Hampton Head Beach Club. Sure enough, the shiny but transparent sea blue bikini she'd sported on day one at their pool was replaced by the barely-there white one on day two.

"I wondered when you'd get around to that one," Ed said, beaming at his bride in her deliciously indecent swimwear.

She smiled. "You know how it is with white. I wanted to get a little base tan before I wore it." 

"Ah. I see. Base tan. For contrast, right?"

"Exactly!"

The Caribbean sun was as brilliant as Ed remembered. Tanned, toned, and tantalizing bodies surrounded him but unlike his previous trip here pre-Nikki, they didn't fascinate him quite as much as they once had. Nikki, however, was like a kid in a candy store.

"God, you can just feel the sex here!" She observed as she sucked up her tropical drink through a straw. In her dark glasses and large-brimmed hat, she had the appearance of a spy.

"Can you?" He asked her, letting his eyes travel over her mostly exposed body. 

She turned to him. "Totally! Just watch people," she continued, putting her drink down on the low table beside them. "Everybody's flirting but it feels more ... deliberate. As if there's real intention behind it."

"What do you mean?"

"They even move differently than they would at home! Look at those two over there. Tell me he's not circling her like a panther!"

Ed followed her nod to a shapely Filipina-looking woman and a man who resembled a young Julio Iglesias. The woman, relaxing on her beach blanket, was grinning as a cat might at the proximity of a mouse. Meanwhile, the man, holding a beach ball, took occasional but well-timed strides around the perimeter of her blanket, talking to her through a crooked smile. Their imminent future didn't seem terribly mysterious, Ed had to admit.

"Maybe they know each other," Ed offered.

"No," she guffawed. "They just met and they like what they see. And they know they're in a place where they don't have to play any games. They can act on what they feel."

"Because they're on vacation?"

She laughed. "Well, maybe that's part of it, but it's also this place. The sea air, the sun, the drinks!" She picked up her glass again and toasted him with a smile. "All of it just peels away the layers of pretense. People look at each other, make a decision, and go for it. If they were home, they'd have to play hard to get, find out more about the other person, make sure they were suitable—all that silliness. Here they can be more primal!"

She was right, of course, and he loved her for not only noticing but appreciating the rampant but discreet sexual undercurrent that characterized the Caribbean. But he wanted to draw her back to the sex that awaited her, not others.

Before he could open his mouth, however, she continued. "Have you noticed how many beautiful bodies there are here? It's incredible, really. They say L.A. is amazing, but this has got to be right up there. You can't tell me they were all born this way!"

"Well, you were. Maybe they were, too."

She blew him a kiss. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world."

"And the most beautiful."

She settled back in her chaise and surveyed the bodies as she sipped her drink. "Good thing I didn't know about this place before I met you! I would've gotten into some serious trouble here."

"Yes. There are certainly lots of your, um, favorite things here." His crotch got warm. And it wasn't from the sun.

He followed her gaze to a solidly built black man with muscles that gleamed with suntan oil. Something in Ed's stomach flip flopped and he couldn't think of anything to say. Turns out, he didn't need to.

"Well, now that you mention it, yes." She laughed. "It's kind of made to order for me, isn't it?" 

The truth was that the beach was full of attractive black men, a fact that hadn't escaped Ed's notice at all. He had wondered whether Nikki would bring it up or just avoid the topic for the duration of their honeymoon. He had hoped for the latter.

"A bit of a paradise, I guess you'd say." He sought to keep the conversation light. He didn't mind her admiring attractive men but he didn't want to talk about them at length.

"Have you noticed the way our little game is going? I like big black guys and you seem to like the idea of me with big black guys. I'm thinking maybe this trip could be more than a honeymoon for us, you know?"

She hadn't expected silence from him, so she kept talking.

"I'm not suggesting anything, really, but there are just so many nice-looking black guys about..."

He fidgeted, struggling to find the right response.

She reached across the low table to take hold of his arm. "I'm sorry, sweetie! I don't want you to think I want to be a slut on our honeymoon! It was just an idea. I thought if you were into it, we could try it. You know I'd never do it unless you wanted me to."

A disconcerting wave of disappointment passed over him. Damn it. Her talk had made him hard, a predicament not easily concealed in swim trunks. He knew it was wrong and he didn't understand why he couldn't control himself.

"Want to go back to the villa?" She asked, eyeing his bulge.

"Yes, but ... it's a little ... awkward." Multiple emotions swung at his peace of mind: confusion, arousal, disappointment, excitement, embarrassment. Leaving the beach sounded like a great idea but how he'd manage it wasn't clear yet.

She giggled and handed him her hat. "Here. Use this. Last one up there is a rotten egg!" She scrambled to her feet and led the way. Positioning the hat over his crotch, he followed her, grateful that the paucity of her bikini distracted people from his erection.

Sex in the air-conditioned villa restored his equilibrium. To his relief, he didn't bring any images of Nikki with black men to bed with him and enjoyed her with blissful abandon, even requesting that she keep the bikini top on while he made love to her. The island atmosphere had made them both insatiable, and they loved every minute of their hunger.

What seemed like hours later—the sun had moved a great distance since they'd been on the beach—they lounged under the villa's large and gracious awning at the pool, letting the rhythmic ocean sounds lull them. 

"That was so fantastic," she said quietly.

"It always is," he replied, unable to control the widening of his grin. He could still smell her on his nose and hands.

"Today was especially great, I think. Must be this island. Some kind of native spell, maybe." She wore a very short, white cotton dress that could have been a beach cover-up, Ed surmised. She wore nothing underneath, so as she sat on the lounge chair with one leg bent, he had a clear view of her pubic patch.

"Yes."

She paused only a moment. "Do you think it had anything to do with our conversation on the beach?" She didn't look at him and he felt that she was steeling herself against his discomfiture.

"Does it matter?"

Now she looked at him. "Maybe. I saw the look in your eye when we talked about me and black men, Ed. You were turned on. Admit it."

He wasn't quite ready to go into this topic again so soon. He had been looking forward to an uncomplicated, relaxing evening, but it looked like Nikki had different ideas.

"Yes, I think that was obvious." Half the beach had probably seen his reaction to their earlier conversation.

"All this teasing we're doing is fun, but with you getting so turned on, I'm starting to wonder if it's something we should explore a little more seriously. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

For the first time as he looked at her, he could see that this line of questioning was probably as difficult for her as it was for him. His heart softened. "Yes, I think I do understand what your saying."

"So, be honest with me. Do you think we should go further with this thing? Do you want me to fool around with a black man?"

He had no idea. Not a clue. Nothing was clear, which was not a comfortable situation for him. In all other aspects, he was accustomed to being in control, and knowing what had to come next.

"I just can't answer you, Nik. I don't know. And I don't know how to figure it out. My cock could answer you, I think, but my brain can't seem to process the information as quickly."

"I understand. You know you can always trust me, right?"

"Of course but fantasy and reality are completely different things."

"Well I love you more than anything and anyone in the world. I never, ever want to hurt you."

"I know."

"If you want something, I want to give it to you," she added.

"Yes but I really don't think I want it at all Nikki."

"Well I wouldn't be doing it just for you. I could enjoy it, too."

He chuckled. "That's clear, too, yes but I might not like that either."

She sat upright and turned to him in earnest. "We may not get many opportunities like this, Ed. This place, this time. And let's face it, honeymoons were made for sex." That familiar mischief played behind her imploring green eyes. "We could kill two birds with one stone, when you think about it. Both our fantasies at once—I get my black man and you get to watch."

He was horrified to find himself hard again and hoping she didn't notice it.

"Nice boner, by the way."

Bingo.

"Yes, that's true, and maybe I need to stop fighting it. Maybe my cock is smarter than my brain but I doubt it Nikki I just don't think I could bear that type of lifestyle."

"Maybe! I just want you to do whatever feels right and not just what you think is right. I love you and that's first."

"All right. How about we just play it by ear, then? If an opportunity presents itself, we can consider it." He could barely believe what he was saying but there it was. 

Nikki agreed with more enthusiasm than he expected, but he couldn't fault her. He was the one who'd formulated and presented their strategy much to his horror. 

Three days passed, and although no opportunities jumped up and called attention to themselves, the teasing continued. 

"Oh, now there's a fine specimen," Nikki commented quietly as a exceptionally black man strolled by them while they sat in a cafe one afternoon.

"Shall I proposition him for you?" Ed had asked her sarcastically on day two when a local couldn't take his eyes off Nikki.

They didn't act on these moments, and yet, the eventuality of bringing their mutual fantasy to fruition burned strong. They'd had sex several times since the decision and each time, Ed imagined dark, sinewy muscles against his tanned, white goddess. Early on, he wondered whether the fantasy might be better than the reality, but by day three, he was ready to put the fantasy to the test.

"A strange thing has happened," he confided to Nikki. "I really feel like I could let go of my inhibitions if the right situation came along."

She smiled and her relief was obvious. "I'm glad! But still, we should be careful and not do anything unless it feels absolutely right."

He liked her caution, but he realized that at some point during the past three days, he'd lost a substantial portion of his own. This worried him he knew it wasn't something he could live with but he didn't know how to communicate his dilemma to Nikki. He knew he liked the idea of having a slut wife as long as it wasn't a actuality. He knew Nikki was a far more spontaneous creature and it was one of the things he loved most about her. But how could he make her understand that what his cock said he wanted wasn't what his heart wanted? He knew she would do anything she thought might shake up his conservative outlook but he also knew she really loved him in a way he could almost feel in his soul and that she would never hurt him. 

The villa was part of a larger group of homes that shared a common pool. On day four, Nikki told Ed she'd meet him there—she was tired of sand, she said. He had phone calls to make and she wanted to get some sun.

Upon his arrival, he perused every chair and chaise at the large public pool but couldn't find her. Had he misunderstood? Just as he was about to leave, he spotted her in her white bikini sitting on the edge of the pool. She didn't seem him at first, however, because she was actively engaged in conversation with two young black men who swam near her legs. She was laughing and openly flirting with them, and true to the island's nature, the men eyed her with no attempt to mask their desire.

When she finally felt Ed looking at her, her eyes met his with only a conspiratorial wink as acknowledgement. Was this the opportunity she had been waiting for, Ed thought? Two men? He hadn't considered such a scenario and suddenly wasn't sure he wanted to.

He walked by on his way to the bar, leaving her to play her games. Games that they'd agreed were acceptable in pursuit of their so called shared fantasy. So why did he feel so lousy?

Unwilling to leave but unprepared to join in his wife's flirtations, Ed took a seat at the pool bar and ordered a drink. Periodically, he'd glance over at Nikki, whose delight with her new companions seemed to grow exponentially by the minute. He tried to exchange small talk with the bartender, watch other women, even think about work, but nothing drowned out the sound of her tinkling laughter. He imagined how hard and ready the two young men must be, watching her perfect body moving so freely between them. It didn't surprise Ed to realize that his cock had gone rigid with curiosity and that he was now openly staring at the three of them in the pool. He fought his instinct to walk there, pull her out, and make love to her in front of the entire pool crowd. Nevertheless, that's all he wanted to do. Eventually he decided to end the charade. He would just have to go up and drag her back to the villa and come clean with her. He was just planning in his mind how he was going to tell her that after great consideration he did definitely not want another man anywhere near her when..

"Ed Stewart?"

A deep voice came from his other side, making him jump. He turned to find a smiling, very large black gentleman looking at him as if he knew him. The man had his hand extended so that Ed could shake it, and although Ed did so, his failure to recognize the man didn't go unnoticed.

"Charles Baker," he explained, again in that smooth, resonant voice. "I understand if you don't remember me, but I certainly remember you. The Whitbread race a few years back where your team won? I crewed on the other boat."

The man was a good ten years older than Ed—probably in his late forties—and very striking, yet Ed still didn't recall him. Charles' memory of him, however, impressed him. Winning the Whitbread round-the-world sailing race had been a high point in Ed's sailing career and it was nice not only to be remembered for it but also held in such high esteem. 

"Oh, yes. Of course," Ed lied. "Nice to see you again! What brings you to St. Martin? Do you still crew?"

"Thank you. It's great to see you, too. I still crew now and then, yes, but I live here. I run a small cafe on the beach. Kingfish—maybe you've seen it?" Charles' diction and bearing were positively regal. His voice had a slight island lilt to it but only enough to give it inflection.

"No, I haven't, but we've only been here a few days and haven't gotten out as much as we should, probably."

"Here's a card," Charles said as he handed a business card to him. "It tends to get busy at night, so if you plan to come, you might want to call me first and I can make sure there's a table for you. We don't take reservations but I make room for special guests." He smiled, revealing large, white teeth. The kindness in his face disarmed Ed thoroughly.

"Thank you very much. We'll be sure to come."

"Are you here with someone?" Charles asked.

"Oh! Yes! I'm sorry. I should have explained. I'm here on my honeymoon. My wife is ..." His voice trailed off as he froze—should he point this elegant man in Nikki's direction and let him witness her wanton flirtations or should he simply not let on that she was in the vicinity at all? The dilemma proved moot because as his eyes wandered in the direction where he'd last seen her, only clear water remained. Nikki was gone.

Ed scanned the pool twice more, feeling panic bubbling up in his stomach, as he heard Charles ask, "Your wife is where, Ed?"

"Not here," Ed said, sliding off his barstool and getting to his feet. "She was in the pool just a few minutes ago and now I don't see her at all." He didn't want to alarm Charles but he was filled with dread for Nikki. What if the two men had abducted her? What if they took her against her will? What if her teasing had been misinterpreted as willingness?

"I'm sorry," Charles said as he looked about, unsure what or who he was looking for. "How can I help?"

"You can serve up the best fish on the island when we come visit!" He said, slapping Charles on the back. "And now you must excuse me, Charles. I need to find my wife. We'll be seeing you soon, though!"

He left the pleasant man standing at the bar. Ed practically sprinted back to the villa, desperately hoping to find her there, perhaps in the shower. But the villa was empty. He headed for the beach and met with the same unsatisfying result. The blinding sun made his search among the throngs of bronzed bodies more difficult. The more he looked, the louder his pulse became. Finally, with no place else to go, he returned to the pool. 

Bodies populated the water but none of them belonged to his wife. He stood, calculating his next move as he heard the distant sound of her laughter from the small, secluded beach just south of the pool. He approached with caution, fearing the worst.

The cove, a hiding place scooped out of sand by nature herself, gave the threesome just enough privacy to make them bold. A topless Nikki sat between the two young black men. How had that top come off, Ed wondered?

He didn't ponder the mystery very long. His need to see more vanquished all questions. He crept forward to get a better view, keeping in mind that he might be seen either by the ménage a trois or worse, someone he knew. Nikki was silent now as one of the youths French-kissed her in a long, intense exchange of tongues. The other young man massaged her back and watched. Ed caught a glimpse of her white bikini thong bottoms. At least they hadn't come off yet, he tried to reassure himself. The men, too, still wore their swim trunks, he noted with relief.

But whose idea had it been to retreat to the cove? Nikki didn't appear to be acting under duress. Had she persuaded them to leave the public pool or had the notion been suggested by one of the men? He didn't know why it mattered, really, but the thought wouldn't stop tormenting him. He could forgive her if two sex-starved men coerced her into slipping away in private but if she'd been the one doing the coercing, that moved her solidly out of the accomplice and firmly into the perpetrator category.

Was this her idea of playing things by ear? Ed hadn't been consulted on any portion of this plan in progress and didn't appreciate this maverick decision-making on her part. Even as his cock reared up and pulsed wildly as the men helped themselves to his bride he felt a inner fear and revulsion and the beginnings of a mixture of jealous rage and despair. 

The two men switched, with the kissing one now providing luxuriating sweeps of his hand down her back. The other man delivered light but hardly tentative kisses to her lips and she returned them with no discernible reluctance. 




Journey to Another Life Ch. 05



Ed moved closer. He should have been seen. If her eyes weren't closed, she would have noticed him by now. Maybe she didn't want to see him, he thought, feeling sick to his stomach. His failure to embrace her suggestions had finally frustrated her enough to act on her impulses, he decided as hopelessness descended on him. He continued his silent approach, unsure whether he craved proximity to break the group up or to witness events more clearly. 

The man massaging her back slid a hand to one of her breasts and held it while his other hand continued to travel along her back. The move prompted her eyes to open and when they did, she locked gazes with Ed. Her initial surprise morphed into a naughty gleam in her eye at being caught. But upon registering his panic—she'd never seen him so pale—she understood immediately what needed to happen next.

She immediately disengaged from her dark admirers. The two men exchanged confused looks and mouthed some sort of protest to Nikki, but she insisted that she had to leave. Ed couldn't hear the words but the body language told him everything he needed to know. She grabbed her virtually meaningless bikini top and put it on quickly as she made her excuses to the men. Ed wanted to dance in response to the joy that coursed through him but merely stayed shielded behind the trees until she made her way to him. He didn't want the two men to see him.

"Are you okay?" She asked him the moment she knew he could hear her.

"I'm not sure."

"You look so terrified. Oh, Ed, I'm so sorry!" She threw her arms around him.

"I didn't know where you'd gone..." He said into her neck.

"I thought you saw me move to the beach. I thought you understood what I was doing." She pulled away from the embrace, looked around quickly, and then put her hand to his swollen crotch. "You did understand what I was doing?" 

"Once I saw it, yes but thats down there, I couldn't .. I just didn't." he was lost for words.

Her eyes bore into his and he knew he was being read. "But you saw me with those two before you found us here. What were you thinking? What were you feeling?"

Her palms massaged his cock through his Bermuda shorts. Between what'd he'd seen in the cove and her masterful touch, he was harder than granite. 

"I don't think this is the place to discuss it," he said, raspy with both a strange desire and anguish.

He had nothing to cover his erection with this time, but somehow, it didn't matter. As they headed for the villa, he wasn't aware of much of anything outside the world of Nikki—the scene of her with the two black men, the view of her perfect ass as she led the way to the villa, the delights that awaited him there. 

Once inside the sanctity of the villa, he removed the bikini top she'd so recently put on. Those luscious tits were his once again, the threat of the interloper gone, at least temporarily. When she was topless, she gave him a lopsided smile and unbuttoned his shorts before she tugged them downward. His cock tented his briefs and the ooze from his tip made the point transparent. 

"That's wonderfully obscene," she purred, fingering the wet spot.

She liked it so much that she knelt before it, peeling away all his clothing before she nuzzled her way into his sac, then snaked up toward his hardness. He watched the top of her brunette head, occasionally catching a glimpse of her licking tongue. For more than a few seconds, he imagined her lavishing such attentions on a big, black slab of meat, one that would be so thick, she'd have to slurp and stretch her mouth to its limits to take all of it in. His knob became that of a random black man as he fucked her mouth with it. And as she sucked it, he got harder, even fatter, and pumped her lips as he pictured the big black man would do.

Would she have gone this far with those two this afternoon? Could he ever bear to find out?

After she'd sucked his dick for a good five minutes and sensed he was close to coming, she rose from her knees and led him to the bed. There, she sat him down, stripped out of her bikini bottoms, and straddled his lap. Nikki's body felt warmer than usual and her cunt juicier. She became the Seductress Extraordinaire, hair wild from the beach and a faraway but focused gleam in her eyes. She brought skill to the moment, as always, but what transfixed him now was her aura—that hungry, insatiable, driving force that threatened to consume as well as satisfy him.

With one leg on each side of his torso and her arms wrapped around his neck, she impaled herself on his cock. His needs vied with her own and he found that he was no longer content to let her guide the proceedings. He scooped her up by the ass and began to control how and when she rose and fell on his dick. 

Would she swoon like this with a black man? Could a black man with an enormous schlong send her eyes to the back of her head like Ed could? He heard himself grunt as she slammed down hard on him. What would black lips look like sucking one of her nipples? 

And was she thinking these thoughts, too, as she squealed with his cock inside her? Was she wishing for ebony hands grabbing her tits and holding her hips? A dark-skinned, hairless chest against her own as she felt the force of cock pushing its way up inside her?

They came simultaneously, shouting and trembling through it. Ed felt dazed, even flustered, but Nikki was ready for round two. With his cock still inside her, she pushed him gently onto his back, then sprinkled kiss after kiss over his chest and shoulders, then finally on his forehead and cheeks. 

"I will never get enough of you," she whispered.

He wanted to say "me, too." He also wanted to say "I'll never get enough of you, either, but I know that I'll never be able to break out of my fantasies and actually watch you with a black stud because it would kill me." He wanted to tell her she was the hottest woman he'd ever known and that he was the luckiest man in the world,and he would never share her with anyone but everything ran together in his brain. He hugged her closer, instead.

Her hunger demanded another orgasm and that's what she extracted from him. She rode him like a bronco, complete with bucking and lurches. A thin film of sweat coated her face and chest. Her breathing was heavy but short. She diddled her clit and stared down at him while she rode. He inhaled her cream and felt it spread over his balls. He took handfuls of her breasts and thrust his hips upward to drive himself as deep inside her as he could go. As deep as she could accept. As deep as she'd need to be for a black man.

She needed three orgasms before she could finally lay beside him and rest. She had drained him in his first two comes, leaving no spurts for the third, but that didn't diminish his pleasure. He must have fallen asleep because he stirred at the sound of her voice.

"We have to talk about what happened today," she said.

"Do we have to do it now?" He was only half joking.

"Seems like now is perfect. Sex won't derail us." She smiled.

"Speak for yourself," he replied. He knew from experience that a marathon sex session with Nikki never precluded another one.

"Tell me what you were thinking today when you saw me with those guys. I really need to know."

"You mean when you were in the pool?"

"Yes. But there was some guy talking to you, I think."

Ed recalled his reaction when he'd first seen her with the two men. "I was scared but curious. And hard," he added, a little reluctantly.

"That's what I thought."

"But now I have to ask you a question, Nikki. Would you have gone through with it if I hadn't shown up on the beach?"

"I don't know. I really was winging it. I had faith that you'd find me and that I'd know what to do when I saw you. Turns out I was right." She grinned and squeezed his arm. She lay on her side now with one arm propping up her head. "They were awfully nice boys, though. I liked them." 

"That's reassuring."

"Oh, Ed, you know what I mean. They weren't threatening or dangerous. That's why I felt comfortable doing what I did. No, wait. I didn't feel comfortable—not entirely. I felt a bit slutty, to be honest."

"Not turned on."

She frowned. "No, I was also turned on."

"This isn't easy to pin down, is it?" He asked, grateful that her emotions ran the gamut nearly as much as his did.

"No. No, it's not. But hey, I wanted to ask you who that guy was you were talking to at the pool. He wasn't bad looking, either!"

"Oh, right! Well, it turns out that he's an acquaintance of sorts. Charles Baker. He crewed on the losing boat at the Whitbread sailing race a few years back. He remembered that my team won and he even remembered me. Nice guy. I didn't really recall him, though."

"You made a good impression, I guess. Or your helmsmanship did. Is he here on vacation, too?"

"No, turns out he lives here. Has a restaurant or a cafe of some sort on the beach. Gave me his card. Promised us a good time."

"Do you want to go?" Nikki asked.

"Sure, he seemed to genuinely want us there. I tried to introduce you but you'd already left with your friends." He turned to her to give her a look of mock chastisement.

"Well, then, let's go. You can prove to him that I exist and maybe we'll get a yummy meal."

Ed agreed. Meanwhile, the day's events lay in the bed with him like a fetid, unwanted fish that nobody wanted to touch.

Kingfish, despite its colorful atmosphere and delicious aromas, was not likely to be a place where Ed would have taken Nikki under normal circumstances, especially not on their honeymoon when he wanted every meal to be memorable. But it was lively and Charles greeted them warmly, which made the couple feel special and welcome.

Charles was even blacker than Ed remembered. His kind face and humble manner made him instantly likeable, yet Nikki seemed uncharacteristically short with him.

"What do you think of St. Martin, Mrs. Stewart?" Charles asked after he'd taken a temporary seat at their table.

"Very nice. Warm."

"Perfect for a honeymoon," Charles said knowingly but with respect.

"Yes."

"Charles, dinner was superb. What kind of fish did you say it was?" Ed interjected. 

"Kingfish, of course!" Charles said, prompting chuckles all around.

Nikki barely made eye contact with Charles either during the meal when he checked in with them or afterwards, when he sat down for a drink with them. Ed was baffled by her behavior—he'd never seen her be the least bit rude to anyone unless provoked, and Charles had done nothing to provoke her.

As they walked along the beach to return to the villa after dinner, Ed asked her about it.

"Did you like the dinner?" 

"Oh, god yes! That meal was easily as good as anything we've had in the fancier places. Did he come up with those recipes himself, I wonder?"

"I don't know. Why didn't you ask him?" Ed asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I didn't think about it at the time."

"It seemed like you didn't care for Charles."

She stopped walking. "No! I liked him very much. He's incredibly nice."

"But you barely spoke to him. I've never seen you so aloof."

She looked down and then out at the ocean. "I didn't know what to do. He's so handsome, and after what happened today, I didn't want you to think I was hot on the trail of another experience with a black man."

Her words surprised him and he laughed. "I see you have changed your mind and are abandoning that fantasy just because I seemed a little put off by today's events?"

"Well, you were put off, right?"

"I don't think I was ready, not sure I ever want to be in my head at least?" he smiled.

"But your other head knew how to react didn't it darling?" she giggled.

" Yes unfortunately" he said with only a glimmer of mirth.

The familiar enthusiasm burned again in Nikki's eyes. "No! I haven't changed my mind. I was just trying to put the brakes on because you thought I'd gone too fast."

They resumed walking. "It's true that I still don't know how to do what we've talked about. I'm still confused by my reactions but I can honestly say that watching you with those guys turned me on."

She took his hand. "I'm glad." 

"But I'm confused about this," he continued. "I really don't feel that I want to go ahead with this fantasy, I get turned on but also feel terrible?"

She hesitated. "why?."

" Because I love you, because I want only you, because your my wife now?"

" That wouldn't bother me if it wouldn't bother you. It's just that those guys today were kind of ... disposable. Nothing to do with love and forgettable. What we have is different."

"How?"

She stopped walking again and took his other hand. Staring directly into his eyes, she spoke. "I felt a very strong attraction to those guys. Even stronger to Charles actually, but it doesn't feel right to play games with you anymore. You have the fantasy darling but you are too afraid of the reality, I think you would enjoy it and I know I would especially with someone as hot as Charles but I think as much as I know you would enjoy it that I am afraid too. Afraid that it might hurt you and hurt us because of that. I suppose I have the same fears you have only that my fears are about your fears"

Now it was Ed's turn to pause. "Nikki, are you saying you have a crush on Charles?"

"Maybe a little one. But maybe it's just because he fits my fantasy to a T."

Speech eluded him. She noticed his dejection and explained what she was feeling. "If I have a crush on him, sweetie, it's nothing compared to the passion I feel for you. Its nothing anyhow because I don't think we should push this any further. We have better things to push" she smiled seductively.

Though he wasn't hard when she planted that first kiss on his lips, by the time she maneuvered him to the sand, he was. They made love under the moonlight until he was convinced that her love for him knew no bounds.

"I think one day we will go further," he announced.

"Really?"

"Its my little head, I don't know him that well , he seems inclined to want to do nice things for me, and if my big head can get in synch. I think that's an unbeatable combination." he couldn't understand why he said it. Why didn't he let it go?

She laughed. "Okay. You're the boss. Next time something crosses our path if your two heads are together, we'll explore the possibilities!"

The fates conspired quickly to bring their decision astray. The very next day, Nikki ran into Charles as she strolled along the beach. Ed had to make some business calls and she had been restless. She didn't want to get into any trouble so soon after yesterday's debacle, so she opted for a simple walk on the beach. She recognized his imposing frame from several yards away, even though he carried a bunch of marlin on one shoulder and a bucket in the other hand. 

"Charles!" she exclaimed when they were close enough to converse.

"Hello, Mrs. Stewart," he said, smiling politely. She saw that he was more formal now than he had been last night. She wasn't sure whether to ascribe that wariness to not wanting to be with her in Ed's absence or fearing more the same cold shoulder she'd given him the night before.

"Oh, please, call me Nikki," she said. "All my closest friends do."

"Nikki. All right. Did you enjoy your dinner last night?" The sun brought an appealing light to his dark skin, like chocolate in a display case.

"Oh, it was wonderful! The only thing that could have made it better would have been more time with you."

Alarm crossed his face. "Oh, well, I tried to spend some time at your table--"

"That's not what I meant," Nikki said, tilting her head with a coyness she hadn't allowed herself to display since meeting Ed. "I'm sure you get invitations all the time, Charles. A handsome man like you with his own business—women must be throwing themselves at you all the time. Why should I be any different?"

"You're married to Ed, Mrs. Stewart."

"Nikki. Please."

He looked up toward the villa. Nikki followed his gaze and they both saw Ed staring down at them. "I should get these to the cafe now. I hope to see you and Ed again soon at Kingfish." He nodded, smiled with no conviction, and took long, loping steps away from Nikki.

When Nikki returned to the villa, Ed promptly asked her about her time with Charles. 

"I really don't think he likes me much," she said decisively.

"But why? You too seemed to be hitting it off famously out there." Ed's heart pounded.

"I think I may have flirted a little too strong," she confessed. "A man like him needs a subtle flirt and I'm afraid I might have been more like a pack of wolves!"

"Oh come on, now. I thought we decided we wouldn't go further?" Ed was slightly dismayed even as he felt a stirring in his loins.

"Seriously, Ed," she said, walking up to him and talking him in her arms. "I don't think you really want me to stop flirting do you? Thats not going further but just keeping things interesting isn't it? Do you want me to stop completely?" she pouted jokingly.

Ed's eyebrows came together and he shook his head.

"No that part I can handle any enjoy" he laughed "If you really did flirt with Charles he must have loved it unless he's not of that persuasion" 

"Oh, I don't mean he's gay, it's just that I think he really respects you. I don't think he'd be able to flirt back to your wife. It actually felt a bit wrong to flirt with such a nice guy, especially to lure him into my silly game."

Ed kissed her and then broke away to make them some cocktails. As he prepared them, he thought about the situation and then replied to Nikki's assessment. "You're probably right. There are more than a few factors against him: his age, the fact that he's an acquaintance and may know people that we know, he strikes me as a fairly discreet fellow. You probably embarrassed him" 

"But just because I like somebody doesn't have to disqualify them, does it? Besides I thought that you were not going further and now your encouraging me again"

"Its just fantasy Nikki I don't want it going further! Besides in my fantasy, you are with strangers and you're behaving like a total slut."

She raised her eyebrows and took her glass as he handed it to her. "Am I? Well, that's pretty hot." She clinked her glass against his and took a sip, never taking her eyes off him. "That's so hot that I think I need to show you how much of a slut I can be."

He stared at her, uncertain about her meaning.

"With you, mister," she added, leading him to the bedroom.



Journey to Another Life Ch. 06



Authors note : To allow for longer chapters as requested I have edited several chapters into one here.



 Two more days had passed in paradise for the couple and nothing further had been mentioned between them about "the fantasy" as it has now come to be called. There was no tension or avoidance on either one of there parts it was simply as if the matter was of such little importance that it wasn't being considered. In their minds both Ed and Nikki did consider the matter "settled". for Ed is was always to be a fantasy although inside his feelings betrayed him. For Nikki it was a possibility to be filed away for the distant future when Ed might have come around to a more open way of viewing things without the fear that obviously gripped him. 

Restlessness rolled off the ocean that morning. The sun squatted over the island, as if to watch all the better what it might inspire. Nikki had prepared Mimosas for Ed and herself, and as the two of them sat on the terrace, quietly sipping their bubbly drinks, their bodies succumbed to the wonderful tropical lethargy that tourists travel great distances to feel.

Nikki wore a white pareo that revealed one long, tanned leg as she lounged in her chaise. It was when she paired it with that skimpy white bikini top that Ed suspected his drink wouldn't be all that was stirred that day.

Despite her outfit, however, she stayed unusually quiet for a good fifteen minutes or so, which prevented Ed from relaxing but gave him the opportunity to glance often at her beautiful profile. She seemed quite at peace, in fact. The unresolved issue of their shared fantasy sat between them, however, and try as he might, he couldn't forget about it, regardless of the Mimosa's disorienting effects.

"These are delicious, sweetheart. Thank you," he finally said.

She turned her head in his direction and grinned. "You're welcome. It's nice to wait on you every once in while."

"But you don't want to spoil me," he teased.

"I'm glad you understand." She faced the sky again and smiled. "It wouldn't be prudent so soon in the marriage."

"Do you mind if we talk more about our little fantasy game?" he asked, knowing that she might not be in the right state of mind but betting that he could get her there quick enough.

"Not at all." This time she didn't look at him, but there was no chill in her voice, so Ed felt confident enough to proceed.

"Can you tell me, purely from your side of things and with total honestly would you prefer if we planned to actually do something about it or do you want to keep it a fantasy just for us as I mentioned the other day?"

She brought up the back of her chaise so that she sat upright. Then she let her eyes meet Ed's. "Well, I don't think I can answer for both of us. Can you?"

"You know what I mean.I'm talking about how YOU feel"

"All I'm saying, Ed, is that I can only tell you how I'm feeling, not what I think we should do. When our feelings match, we'll know what we should do as a team."

"So, then, how are you feeling?"

"I'm more than willing to make it happen. That episode the other day at the pool pushed me closer and it was exciting for me but worried me when I noticed your reaction. I don't have to do it, but I'm more interested in following through one day. Only if you feel the same way, though. And only if I was totally completely sure that you were one hundred percent in favor of it. Otherwise, I'm not interested at all."

He hesitated. "You're not sure I can handle it?"

"I don't know you didn't the other day and I understand completely. You're the only one who knows. And when you're sure, I trust you'll tell me one day and then we'll go forward."

Was she challenging him? No, that wasn't her nature. Still... Leaving the ball in his court made him responsible for serving it next. I've said 

"I'm actually closer than I was too, I know I did say I didn't want it to be anything more then a fantasy but now I'm not so sure" he told her truthfully. "But I'll know soon enough, I think."

"Just let me know, I can live with whatever you decide" she said, smiling and winking at him just before she got up to freshen her drink. **********

A breakfast of Mimosas did not prove to be one of champions. Consequently, Ed awoke from a long midday nap to discover that he'd missed a good chunk of the day. He also discovered a note from Nikki under the now-empty pitcher. It said "Gone down to the pool. Maybe I'll meet some new friends!"

All remaining vestiges of sleep left him instantly. He changed his clothes quickly as his pulse raced. Was he already too late? And if so, too late for what?

He considered polishing off the bottle of champagne—there was still a glass or so remaining—but decided he needed to have all of his wits about him. Whatever strength he'd muster would have to come from some inner reservoir, not an external, alcoholic source.

He deliberately forced himself not to sprint toward the main pool. He'd learned through experience that internal calm could be achieved merely by fashioning the appearance of it. Just as the brain could be tricked into temporary happiness by forcing a smile, so, too, could composure be conveyed by pretending to have it. He concentrated on this private little deception as he sauntered to the pool and though it slowed his gait, it did little for his heartbeat.

Baseball legend Yogi Berra would have said that it was "deja vu all over again." Nikki frolicked in the pool as she had the day before, in her indecent white bikini and affable smile. Splashing and swimming with her were the same two black men who'd been feeling her up on the beach. Nikki made no pretense about flirting with them—laughing and slithering around them under water—and they didn't hide their enjoyment. Ed was both frustrated and grateful that he couldn't see their hard-ons from his vantage point.

Because the pool was public, not a lot of physical contact was made among them. Nikki the Mermaid spotted Ed as she circled her victims (rather more like a shark than a mermaid, Ed thought wryly) and said something to them before she exited the pool. Ed didn't approach her; he stayed near the bar in a nonchalant pose, as if waiting to meet someone for a drink. Nikki was beside him in seconds, using a towel to mop up her dripping hair. She said nothing until she was inches before him, looking straight into his eyes.

"You look like your thinking about something?" He stared at her not wanting to answer "Well?" She finally asked softly.

He knew what she meant. She wanted permission.

Now that she stood before him and he felt the way her body heat burned off the droplets of chlorinated water from her skin, he realized that his erection was publicly betraying him once again. He liked the situation—the gleam in her eye, the palpable expectations of the men in the pool, the promise of his wife as a total slut. He liked it more than he ever imagined he could.

He still couldn't bring himself to actually utter a word so he nodded at her.

Her face broke into an animated smile as she took his hand. "Good! Because they want me to meet them at the Sand Kicker Club tonight after dinner."

Her proclamation took him by surprise. She noticed it, and suggested they return to the villa for further discussion. He held her hand to keep a steady pace—his mental shenanigans for looking calm were not as reliable as they'd been earlier.

She fixed him a drink as he wandered out to the terrace. She appeared at the door, holding his drink.

"Sunshine might not be the best thing right now," she said. "Let's talk inside."

He joined her in the relative cool of the villa's living room and sat in the nearest plush chair. She handed him the glass and sat across from him, without a drink.

"Are you really, truly ready for me to do this? Is it really what you want?" she asked him.

It was rare for Nikki to take such control. Normally, her methods were more circumspect, less blatant. Bold displays of strength were not her usual strategy, yet Ed found himself impressed by her demeanor as she addressed him. Was he relieved to be able to give up the leadership role, however briefly?

"I don't know, but I really think so Nikki."

She inhaled slowly, deeply. Was she growing impatient with him?

"You know that I love you. Don't you?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I mean really. Do you know it without any question?'

"Yes, I do."

Her eyes practically pierced him with their intensity. He'd never seen her this focused or determined. 

"And you are okay with going to that nightclub tonight? Of seeing me behave in a way you've never seen before?"

He hesitated. She stared at him, as if to extract his acquiescence through pure will.

"I think so. Yes."

"I have to know, because I'm telling you, Ed, once we leave here and go into that nightclub, our fantasy is going to happen. Tonight."

He nodded again and just watched her, captivated and thrilled by this dominant streak.

"It's now or never," she said. "I'm ready for this to happen and once it's in motion, there's no going back. I've made the plans with those two guys and everything will be ruined if you change your mind and interrupt me. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so," he said, unable to keep some sarcasm out of his voice.

"But there's something else." She took a deep breath. "No matter what happens tonight—and really, anything could, trust me—you can't let it come between us. Whatever you see me do with those guys has nothing to do with what you and I have. I love you more than anybody else in this world and if I were to put that in jeopardy just for a stupid fantasy, I'd never be able to live with myself."

Her eyes were bright with tears. He moved to her and put his arms around her. "Nikki, what we have could never be damaged. I love you too much. Your happiness is what I live for," he said into her still damp hair.

"So you trust me, then? You understand that my actions won't have anything to do with my commitment to you?" She said pulling away from his embrace and sniffling like a little girl. "If you don't trust me, then we should just forget it."

He didn't have to stop and think about his response. "I trust you, Nikki. Always have. Always will. And if I said no to this, I would always wonder what might have been. Promise me you won't let what happens tonight affect your love for me, either," he said, a sheepish look on his face, "no matter how great those guys are." 

"They could never be that great," she assured him, smiling.

He watched her prepare for her night out. Dread, glee, trepidation, and arousal surged through him as he saw her choose clothing designed not to impress or excite him but to lure and titillate two black men. Two black men who would most certainly end up with carnal knowledge of her before the sun came up. As she held up a red dress with fringe at the hemline and glitter over her nipples, she looked from it to her husband, cocking her head.

"Did you mean what you said last night about your fantasies of me as a total slut?"

He felt warmth rise up past his eyebrows. He had regretted saying that the moment it was out of his mouth, yet it was, without question, how he imagined her in his repressed fantasies. "Yes."

She stripped for his benefit and walked over to where he sat on the edge of the bed. "I've got some pretty wild fantasies about that myself," she said, sitting on his lap. Tiny white patches around her nipples and pubis indicated the limited areas that hadn't seen sunlight. They matched the outline of her white bikini. Ed slid his hands along her firm thighs and taut stomach before filling them with her breasts. The thought of other men helping themselves to this beauty made him slightly nauseous but exceptionally hard. "Swear that no matter what I do with these guys tonight, you'll still love me," she said, kissing his nose and forehead.

"I thought we agreed on that already," he replied, suddenly more than a little irritated by the prospect of Nikki behaving like a slut, possibly even in public.

"We did but I just want to make sure. I might do things tonight that shock you, but remember that it's my fantasy, too, okay?"

He feared that if they didn't head off to the nightclub soon, he'd be too hard to put one leg in front of the other. "I'm fine, Nik. Don't you think we should get going?"

She agreed, stood up, and wiggled into the femme fatale dress without even putting on any panties. He said nothing, noting silently that a slut would never bother with panties.

At the threshold, Nikki paused and shot a final look at Ed. "This is your last chance. When we leave this villa, there will be no going back. Are you sure you want to do this?"

Ed found that he was tired of answering the question. His response was to cross the threshold and head out into the night to the sound of her tinkling laughter behind him.

*****"I'm thinking we shouldn't let on that we're together," she said as they walked toward the Sand Kicker Club. "When the time is right, I'll give you a signal so you'll know we're going to the villa."

He hadn't considered where the main event would occur, but hosting it at the villa was a jarring idea. Yet, where else? Her safety was assured at the villa, where he could watch if he wanted to. And naturally, he wanted to.

"Ed? Did you hear what I said?" She asked. As they walked along the beach, she swung her strappy high heels in one hand.

"Sorry. Yes. I heard you. A signal, you said. What kind of signal?"

"Hmmm," she said, pursing her lips in thought. "It has to be something I won't do by mistake. Let's see... I know! I'll yawn."

He tried not to frown. It was both endearing and annoying that she never expected to be bored with these gentlemen she planned to fuck. "Okay. And when I see the yawn, what do I do?"

"You should go to the villa and wait for me because it means I'm about to leave the club. Use the terrace stairs so you can watch from the top balcony without being seen."

"Have you thought about this long?" He asked her, amazed at the level of detail in her plan.

"No, not really. It just seems like the best way to handle it," she said, shrugging.

"I'm fine with it, but suppose I want to talk to you at the club? Can't I do that?" He didn't like being denied access to his own wife.

"Well, okay, if you think it's necessary."

"Nikki!"

"Oh, all right," she said with a giggle. "We can meet at the restrooms. Now we have to think up another signal, though."

"Can't I just wave to you?"

"Of course not! That'll blow your cover. And mine."

Now it was his turn to laugh. He felt like a secret agent. "How about if I pick my nose?"

"Be serious."

"I'll pretend to be using my cell phone."

"Oh, that's good! That will work fine." She nodded enthusiastically and swung her shoes a little more.

He could see the club's sign now. His legs moved as if they were filled with jelly. Meanwhile, Nikki's posture resembled a swan's and her step had a new spring in it. Why wasn't she nervous? After all, she was the one who'd be exposing herself to potential physical harm that night. At the realization of this, Ed felt like he'd been punched in the gut. His flinch caught her attention but instead of asking him how he felt or reaffirming his desire to go through with things, she turned away and focused again on the entrance to the club. She was a woman with a mission and she had no time or patience for Ed's second thoughts. Nevertheless, he drew her attention to his misgivings.

"You don't seem to have any doubts about all this, even though a lot could go wrong," he said to her.

"Don't do this, Ed. You said you were ready. You said you understood there was no going back." Dark shadows lurked in her eyes. 

He nodded and stopped in front of the club. "Yes, you're right. I won't bring it up again."

"Good," she said, relief overtaking the stern, determined look in her eye. "You're going to see a new woman tonight. It might frighten you, but never forget that I love you. Just relax and enjoy the show." It was a point at which she should have given him a hug or kiss of reassurance, but she paused, as if to consider whether she should be part of such a public display of affection. Fortunately, love conquered mystery and she blurted, "Kiss me and tell me you love me!"

As they kissed, he savored the warmth of her lips one last time. "Ready?" he asked when he sensed she was ready to begin the night's revels. 

She nodded and they entered the club.

Nikki headed for the dance floor and Ed made his way toward the bar. Even as early as eight o'clock in the evening, the place pulsed with rhythms both musical and biological. Despite the air conditioning, most patrons, particularly the women, wore very little and so the club was a sea of uncovered limbs and tanned, taut skin. Eyes sparkled and laughter rang out everywhere Ed turned. 

The two black men lurked near the periphery of the dance floor and came to life when they saw Nikki arrive. She hurried toward them, embracing them much too warmly for Ed's taste. Considering that they'd already fondled her tits and had their tongues down her throat just yesterday, however, he forgave the greeting. Nikki shot him one last, naughty look before she kissed each man with a long, open-mouthed kiss that shocked even onlookers. Exchanging a kiss like that with one man wouldn't have attracted much attention, but giving equal enthusiasm to two different men marked her indelibly: she was a certified slut.

They insisted on buying her a drink, not knowing that inebriation wasn't necessary. She played along, though, and smiled sweetly as they each bought her a tall drink, one with a colorful plastic fish cresting out of the top of it, the other with a playful monkey waving over the rim. Ed watched them, pushing back the envy he felt for their youth and high spirits. They had no idea what kind of evening lay ahead of them, but one thing was certain—they'd never forget it.

The two black men beamed as if it were their wedding day and Nikki had agreed to marry them both. Ed knew the rush of adrenaline behind smiles like theirs. He understood the unrestrained hope and boundless fantasies that had undoubtedly filled their heads since Nikki agreed to meet them here tonight. He was all too aware of what it was like to have a beautiful creature like Nikki not only give you the time of day but let you kiss her, touch her, and promise you more.

But neither this knowledge nor the empathy it invoked prevented Ed from wanting to beat the crap out of both of them.

He was about 20 feet away from the threesome, close enough to see the gleam of eyes, the flash of white teeth, and the flush of cheeks (in Nikki's case). Everything either man said to her seemed to require a caress of some kind from them. She'd throw back her head in laughter, and a man would stroke her bare arm. She'd tilt her head in coquettish inquiry and a man would run his fingertips along her neck. Nikki drank from one tall glass, then the other, dividing her attentions between drinks and men with great equality.

Finally, after all the preamble and high-school flirtation, one of the men motioned toward the dance floor. The other nodded eagerly. Nikki downed the remaining liquid in her two glasses, glanced briefly at Ed, and led the way to the dance floor. Neither man had any compunction at all about watching her ass sway as she walked. 

Ed had seen Nikki flirt with men on the dance floor before, back before they were married. He'd been surprised by her forwardness but always knew that she'd be going home with him. Tonight was different. Every tilt of her head was an invitation. Every shimmy of her shoulders implied pleasures beyond the dance floor. And she knew that she'd be leaving with two black men who were not and never would be married to her.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 06



All this with her husband's permission.

Ed tried not to stare but it was futile. To lessen his disgust with himself for agreeing to such a monstrous plan, he drank. When he tried to temper his intake, his eyes roamed to the dance floor. In her revealing red dress as lacking in subtlety as it was in decency, it didn't take long for her to become the focus of attention for most of the bar. He hated himself for being proud of her. Proud of his hot little slut.

She danced with a certain practiced abandon. Her moves were not as uninhibited as they'd been back in the city, when her primary motivation was to have unencumbered fun at nobody's expense. Tonight she moved like a woman who knows she's being watched because she'll have it no other way. Nikki attracted attention and fed on it. She knew every man wanted her, and she wanted every one of them to entertain the notion, however brief, that he just might be able to have her. 

The two black men were understandably territorial. When other men approached, they moved their position to block access. The taller one employed a dance move that was at once suave and strategic, as it served to pull her away from any man that threatened to interrupt their partnership. 

Nikki seemed to have no qualms whatsoever. She moved with confidence and emanated an infectious joie de vivre that even other women responded to. A few gave her sidelong glances designed to dismiss her but most laughed right along with her, even when she lured their men toward her with a crook of her finger or a wink of an eye. 

She put her heart and soul into her dancing, though. Her moves were flawless, her timing perfect. She was fluid seduction: a beautiful woman in a red dress with no visible barriers to her perfection.

The taller black man dominated the other somewhat, Ed couldn't help but notice. Even when Nikki pressed up against the shorter one and made eye contact with him, the taller one would find a moment where he could pull her away. Nikki would respond by trying to dance with both of them, but the taller one wasn't as gracious as he should have been. Each time it happened, something flickered in the tall man's eyes and his back got straighter. He would dance with Nikki however he could but it was increasingly clear that he wanted her for himself, even if it was just for one dance.

A third man, not quite black but not quite white, interceded, cleverly directing Nikki into his arms and away from the black men. Everyone in the club had obviously noticed the rivalry between the two black men, and this one lone man seemed brave enough to mix things up. Some onlookers even applauded his bravery. Nikki just laughed and danced with him, shaking her tits at him in gratitude.

The shorter man took a long swig of somebody's drink, and a few minutes later, danced up behind Nikki and encircled her in his arms. People thought the move was cute. Protective, even. But when he grabbed a tit with each hand, massaged like crazy, and then pushed the straps of her dress aside to reveal those tits to anybody who cared to watch, the tall man came unglued. 

Mr. Tall yanked Nikki from Mr. Short's clutches, put her tits back in her dress, and dragged her to the bar. They resumed the spot where they'd been earlier, only now there were just two of them. Mr. Short remained on the dance floor, already paired with another partner—some blonde who looked like she'd probably saved a long time for this trip and didn't have much experience with either black men or dancing in a nightclub.

Ed's eyes watched the tall black man with Nikki. He bought her another drink. Then he leaned against the bar, with his back to Ed, which meant that Nikki faced Ed. The man spoke in a low voice to her, aiming his words into her hair and using the opportunity to slip in a few kisses. Nikki, somewhat disheveled and out of breath, made no attempt to push him away or fight him off. When the man seized the moment to kiss her, long and hard and clearly with an open mouth, she let him. Her eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to his big, black body but they did open briefly to stare straight at Ed, who was too stunned to show her how he was really feeling.

How was he really feeling?

Watching her in the bar that night was like watching an action adventure film. He couldn't tear himself away but knew that it was all make-believe. He appreciated the special effects but took none of them seriously. He wished he was in the film but was equally happy to be in the audience, where the risks were few and the stimulation ongoing.

Nikki and the tall man were now actively making out, doing nothing to camouflage their mutual desire. Her half-lidded eyes locked with his and what he saw jolted him. What was that look in her eye? He'd never seen it before. He'd seen her in passionate moments and thought he knew what that looked like. This look was not that. It was power, surrender, lust, and something else. What? 

He may have thought about it for too long. When he discarded his reverie to focus on reality, he saw the man's hand had moved to Nikki's crotch. He couldn't see everything, of course, but from her weak-kneed posture and his disappearing right hand, Ed deduced what was happening. The man was actually diddling his wife, right there at the bar. Amid the drunken, dance-happy crowd, however, the man might have thought nobody noticed. But he was wrong. 

Ed noticed. 

He remembered that Nikki wasn't wearing panties. There was no way this dude could have missed his target, then. In his big, black hands was Nikki's creaming pussy, by now smearing a load of juice all over his fingers and palm. And in response, she could be heard cooing and moaning. It was a spectacle beyond his tolerance.

Ed whipped out his cell phone and put it to his ear. But her eyes were closed in the rapture from that asshole's probing fingers. Damn him! 

Ed kept the phone glued to his ear. And waited. Nikki's eyes suddenly sprung open. She looked straight at Ed and then pulled away from the black man's embrace. Ed watched her say something before she headed for the restroom. 

Ed met her there, surprised at the steam coming from his ears. "What the hell was that?"

She looked distracted and annoyed. Her face glowed. "Could you be more specific?"

"That man had his hand between your legs!" Ed's outrage seeped out of him slowly but was now fully exposed. He couldn't pretend not to feel it.

"I'm a fucking slut, remember?!" 

They hissed loudly at each other, trying to keep their voices low but wanting to be heard by one another. Flames flickered in her eyes as she reminded him why they had come to the bar in the first place.

He took her by the arm. "But he had his fingers up your cunt in public! In public!" He was prepared, he thought, to hand her over to someone else in private but to have her groped where everybody could see was a different matter entirely.

"Up. My. Cunt," she repeated slowly, her bright green eyes boring into his with every syllable. "I'm still creaming just thinking about it!"

The question made him conscious of the steel rod in his pants. He was so hard, he felt the need to crouch.

The air between them lost its static. A blanket of silence hovered over them instead. 

"He fingered my clit right at the bar, Ed. He pushed his big, black finger up my hole and wiggled it. I've never creamed so much in my life."

Her words were at odds with the conspiratorial tone in her voice, but suddenly, his anger dissolved. They were a team again. She confided in him, her partner in sexual experimentation, and so he didn't feel excluded any longer. Her disclosure reminded him of their plan, the plan they'd agreed to execute tonight.

"I warned you that you'd see things that might alarm you tonight," she said. Annoyance still laced her speech and he still felt that she was strangely distracted, but it didn't upset him as much now.

"I know. I'm sorry."

"I've only just begun." Her pupils were dilated and that strange, crazed look still dominated her expression. "Things are going to get a lot hotter before this night is over."

The husband in him told him to speak up and advise her against doing anything she'd regret. The man in him, however, wanted to stay and find out what she had in mind.

"So, when are you going to the villa?" he asked.

"Soon. Especially if he fingers me like that again. Whew!" She ran her fingers through her hair.

"When is soon? Five minutes? Half an hour?"

"I'm not sure. It's hard to say. But maybe you want to head over there now so you can get set up to see everything."

Was she trying to get rid of him?

"Well, I don't want to be waiting there for hours."

"Suit yourself." She shrugged as her eyes darted back to the slice of bar visible from the restrooms. 

"You don't know how long it'll be?" He persisted.

"No, I don't! Look, just head over there and I'll be along when I get there, okay?" She turned and started to walk away, but stopped herself after two steps. She turned back to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. "No more interruptions, though, all right, sweetie?"

He nodded like an obedient dog. She returned to the bar and her waiting stud. Ed stopped at the john to relieve himself, which was no small feat with a hard-on like his. When he resumed his place before his drink, Nikki was back in a lip lock with the tall, horny black man.

He should have taken her advice and left then, but he didn't. He didn't want to be lurking at his own villa, drowning in a cocktail of confusion and longing. And truth be told, he wanted to see what else might happen to her before she left the bar.

The shorter black man came up to the kissing couple and spoke, although Ed couldn't discern the words. Nikki started laughing and the taller black man smirked. Nikki led them once again to the dance floor but before the two men followed, the taller one offered his index finger to the shorter one, who sniffed it and smiled before grabbing his crotch in a show of enthusiasm.

Ed's cock, still hard and still beating to the same rhythm as his heart, lurched at the sight. The taller one was actually boasting about his conquest and sharing her scent with the other man. Ed wasn't much older than these guys, yet never in a million years would he have fingered a woman—no matter how slutty—in public and let another man sniff the residual juice on his hands. Nevertheless, the notion turned him on so much, he ordered another drink to help soften the hardness between his legs.

On the dance floor, an unknown black man was behind Nikki, dry humping her in time to a top 40 hit. A crowd had formed to cheer the couple (or just the man?) on. Nikki danced as best she could while the bald, 40-something man held her hips firmly against his crotch and made thrusting motions at her backside. He reached around her and grabbed her mons through her dress, clutching it while the crowd watched. 

Ed's throat tightened. She wore no panties. At any moment, this man could expose her pussy to a roomful of inebriated partiers who just might decide that it looked good enough to fuck or eat or just play with. He should save Nikki now, while he still could. Before the mob descended.

And then the bald black man raised the hem of her dress by bunching up more of the fabric in his hand. The effect was a mesmerizing one—every head on the dance floor turned to stare at Nikki's pretty patch of pubic hair.

But Ed could not move.

"Holy shit. That bitch is gonna get banged tonight," said a voice behind him.

"Christ. Next they'll be lining up to lick her twat!"

Ed's hand slipped to his lap. No longer able to sit and just be aware of his erection, he now stroked it discreetly through his pants. Pre-come oozed freely and soaked his jockey shorts but he didn't care. 

Some blonde joker closer to Nikki's age leaped up and landed on his knees before her. He took hold of her legs and put his nose to her crotch just before he extended an abnormally long tongue and wagged it at the spot where her pussy lips met.

Hoots and hollers egged the blonde man on. The bald black man continued to slam her from behind. Just seconds before the blonde's tongue made contact with her pussy, the tall black man yanked the man away from her, sending him sprawling stage left.

The show of force quieted the crowd somewhat and even had the effect of giving the bald man pause. The tall black man's message was clear: Nikki was free once again to be the free agent slut she'd been when she arrived—as long as she dedicated herself to the two black men she'd arranged to meet there.

The dancing resumed among the club's patrons and Nikki, wild-eyed and loose, threw her head back with some kind of liberation Ed didn't quite comprehend. He moved his hand away from his cock, especially now that the crowd's attention had shifted back to itself and away from Nikki. It was time to take Nikki's advice and return to the villa, but he needed to have less of a hard-on before he could move easily.

Eventually, Ed trudged back to the villa under a weight of conflicting emotions. He'd told Nikki he was ready for this, but after seeing her living out her slut fantasies and watching other men sample her publicly, he wasn't so sure. 

But how could he possibly stop her now? She'd told him repeatedly that there was no turning back. Hadn't she just advised him that she wanted no more interruptions? He'd never be able to live with himself if he was responsible for choking this fantasy and not letting it evolve. Worse yet, he knew she might not be able to live with him, either.

He chastised himself for ever letting things get this far. He shouldn't have led her on when she broached the subject. Things were so much simpler when he ignored his fantasies and just kept his interests confined to what he found on the Internet. 

His guilt was so heavy, his pace slowed. The same walk along the beach that had been filled with excitement a few hours ago was now full of trepidation and angst. And he had only himself to blame.

But he vowed to make the best of it. He'd get through this night no matter what he had to do to accomplish it. After tonight, the mystery behind their shared fantasy would be behind them and they could get back to normal.

He stopped in his tracks. What if this was the beginning of a lifetime of threesomes and foursomes and black men and public displays of his wife's private parts? Could he live with that? Could Nikki? And what if one of them could but the other one couldn't?

Oh, what had they done, he lamented as the villa came into view. What had they done and how would they ever get out of it?

It was just nearly 11:00 when Ed arrived at the villa.

As he and Nikki had planned, he staked himself out on the balcony so he could see her arrive along the beach path and then he'd have front row seats to the action that would take place in the living room. He eyed the plush, luxurious furniture—the rounded ottoman, the plump sofa cushions—and thought about how soiled all of it would get tonight.

That is, if Nikki went through with it.

He had to confess that, as he got up and went to the bar to fix himself a drink, he found himself hoping that she'd walk down that path alone. He secretly longed to see her saunter up the beach path, high-heeled sandals in hand, red dress a little worse for wear, with a weary look in her eyes. When he'd ask her why she was alone, she'd shake her head and ask, "What was I thinking? The only man I want is you."

Yes, he thought, as the ice clinked in his drink. That would be the ideal end to this story.

He took a long swig of his drink, the temperature and the bite of it making him blink. Images from the Sand Kicker Club came back to him in a streaming erotic montage, reminding him of his honeymoon pact with his wife. And suddenly, he didn't find his "ideal ending" so enticing, after all. Watching her with those men tonight had been as horrifying as it had been arousing. He hadn't wanted to watch yet couldn't get enough of what he saw. And he knew that if she came home alone tonight, he'd be horribly disappointed.

If he'd gotten as far with a woman as those two men had with Nikki in the bar, he wouldn't take no for an answer. He knew that men had their breaking points, that a woman could only push a man so far without the man needing to go all the way. It's just how men were made. Get the dick hard, keep it that way for hours, promise sex, and offer your wet pussy for sampling in a public place, and you'd damn well better be ready to get laid. Especially if you were dealing with young men. He assumed Nikki understood this. In fact, who would know it better than Nikki? But the idea of the men's arousal getting too big for her to handle frightened him a little. If for some reason, she did change her mind, could she get out of things at this point?

Maybe she, too, had a point of no return. Maybe that's what that unfamiliar look in her eyes had been all about. She was careening toward a denouement of such grand proportions, there was no turning back for her, either.

The tropical night air carried its usual promise of sensual delights. He propped up his legs on the rattan footstool that matched the chair and took a long breath. The ocean diffused all sound, but every so often, he'd hear a birdcall, or a woman's peal of laughter, or a man's drunken shout. He put a hand to his groin and rubbed absently. He could barely wait to be hard again at the sight of his wife acting not only like a single woman but a dirty, wanton whore. One with a mission, he grinned to himself.

He swallowed the rest of his drink. Yes, indeed, more than anything, he wanted to see how far she'd go with these guys. She'd said she wanted to indulge her own slut fantasies. What would those look like, Ed wondered? Would they be raunchier than his own? So eager was he to find out, his cock had already started to stiffen.

Where was she, anyway? He looked at his watch. Practically 11:30. He frowned and fixed himself another drink.

Nobody could see him on the balcony, particularly at night. At least, that's what he told himself as he rubbed his dick through his pants and felt the alcohol's tentacles throughout his brain. He was now ready for Nikki to come up that path with two black men in tow. Now.

But he got through his second drink without a sign of her. 

Time for another refill.

His third drink gave him the courage to stroke his hard-on without the impediment of cloth. The humidity tickled his tip and made the shaft feel prickly. Nikki wasn't the only one feeling horny tonight, he thought to himself. He walked back to the wet bar with his dick leading the way when he got his fourth drink.

Fears about her safety battled hopes for her imminent arrival. Strange, he thought, to want her so thoroughly fucked but completely safe. Could both be possible? Of course, they could, he nodded as he gulped down more alcohol. But suddenly, the moonlit beach path seemed less romantic than it did foreboding. Anything could transpire on that path and nobody would witness it. It wasn't exactly desolate, but it could hardly be called well-traveled, either. He should have given her a whistle or a pager or something—anything to allow her to reach him in the event of trouble.

But he knew his Nikki. Even if she were tipsy or horny or both, she'd have her wits about her. She'd take care of herself. She seemed to want things to go a certain way, and from the iron will he'd seen her display with him earlier that day, he didn't doubt that she'd get her way. Worrying about her was a waste of time. Thinking about her full of cock was a better pursuit, he thought, smiling a crooked smile.

Halfway through the drink, still enjoying the stiffness of his rod in his palm, he heard her giggle in the distance and froze. No matter how drunk she was, she wouldn't be giggling if she were by herself. The men had to be with her.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 06



And they were. They flanked her and she had an arm wrapped around each of them. When they were still on the beach but close enough to the villa for Ed to see them, he had to stifle his outcry at her appearance. Her red dress had been torn open to her navel. In a lame attempt at either decency or shock value, each man spread a big black palm over one exposed breast. As the threesome approached, he saw that their intent was not so much to cover her but to handle her tits. 

Who had ripped her dress like that? Had she been in a scuffle of some kind? Was she all right? Her laughter rang out again, as if to confirm that she was. The drinks Ed had imbibed that night had anesthetized him well but he was still conscious enough to wonder who might have seen her walking about with her tits hanging out—or in the hands of two oversexed black men. He put the thought aside. Who knew them here, anyway?

She was certainly wrung out and more than a little drunk. She reminded him of the young women in those "girls gone wild" tapes that were so popular. Young, fresh women whose sexual appetites got the best of them in the face of mixed drinks and male encouragement. Nikki's hair hung down straight—none of the sections she'd pinned up earlier in the evening were where she'd put them. He was too far away to see what state of disrepair her makeup was in, but he didn't expect it was good.

The three lingered in the moonlight. She moved her arms from around their waists and cupped each ballsac with an eager hand, smiling throughout. The men responded by bringing their mouths to her breasts and while they sucked her tits, she squeezed their packages. With comical urgency, both men struggled to unzip themselves so that her touch wouldn't be wasted on their pants. Their black cocks came bobbing out of their pants seconds later and Nikki clutched them in her hands right away. She worked them both up and down while they sucked her tits. Ed got up to stand at the edge of the balcony just as she looked up and gave him a wicked smile. He waved half-heartedly, forgetting that his cock pointed directly at her over the railing. Just as he was about to motion for her to hurry inside, she closed her eyes and let her head drop backwards to enjoy what the men were doing to her. Ed returned to his chair, far more alert than he'd been prior to her arrival.

He heard her say something to them but he couldn't make out the words. It must have been an instruction because next, the men lifted her under her thighs so she sat in their hands. Abandoning her breasts, they focused now on spreading her legs and helping themselves to the wet cream at her center. The moonlight shined on the scene and specifically, on her wide-open snatch. She slipped backward somewhat on her perch, which just spread her thighs wider. All three were laughing as she squirmed helplessly and their fingers explored her pussy. She squealed as if they were just tickling her tummy or running a feather over her throat. This level of playfulness had obviously been going on all night, Ed observed. The threesome seemed inordinately at ease with one another.

Finally, they carried her to the front door and entered the villa. Ed heard movement and voices inside but couldn't quite bring himself to look into the living room just yet. Although he was hard as a rock, despite all the alcohol in his bloodstream, he wasn't fully prepared to watch his wife get handled by two extremely horny black men. And he knew they had to be hornier than any man could stand at this stage of the game—Nikki's charms had been at their fingertips for hours.

But her giggling wafted through the opening Ed had left in the sliding glass door and the more he tried not to listen, the more intrigued he became. It had only been a few minutes since they'd entered the villa. He heard glasses tinkling and ice crashing against itself but what else might be happening?

When sounds of movement subsided, his curiosity got the best of him. He had to see what they were up to.

Just as Ed peered inside, Mr. Tall ripped open her dress completely, which she seemed to find delightful, even though Ed knew she'd undoubtedly spent several hundred dollars on it. It fell to the floor, revealing her naked body, still riveting regardless of how much of it had already been exposed throughout the evening. Her nipples looked darker than usual and a thin film of sweat coated her body. She wasn't panting but Ed saw that her breathing was erratic. The glimmer in her eyes bordered on maniacal. The two men and Ed stared at her, thinking only one thought: what did she plan to do next?

They all stood for a moment, as if now that they were finally alone, they weren't sure how to proceed. Ed snorted silently as he considered how superfluous foreplay seemed at the moment. What did one do with a slut who'd already allowed more liberties than most men got from their own wives?

Nikki made things easier for them by grinning widely then bending over to give them—and Ed—a premium view of her upturned ass. It was an unexpected yet typically Nikki thing to do and it made Ed grin. She spread her legs to give her audience a peak at her very wet, very pink labia, swollen from hours of excitement. She looked like a centerfold in a men's magazine as she looked over her shoulder and winked. Although her pubic hair was slightly askew and somewhat matted—from the endless hours of moisture and handling—she looked as delectable as she would have if she'd stepped right out of the shower. Ed found himself wishing he were close enough to catch a whiff of her aroma, because he felt certain that her scent was stronger than usual by now. Another sign that Nikki the predatory beast needed to be fed. 

"Here's a perspective you guys haven't seen tonight. My dripping wet pussy!"

And when her fingers went to her creaming hole and disappeared inside, the men scrambled out of their clothes. Ed finally shifted his focus from his sexually charged wife to her adoring fans, and noticed that neither man possessed the legendary big black dick he'd been expecting. He almost chuckled at his disappointment, a disappointment that was combined with validation that his own cock was nothing to sneeze at—it was no smaller than theirs. He saw the fleeting look of disillusionment on Nikki's face as she took stock of what awaited her. Obviously, she'd had the same expectation he had.

The young men's virility was not in question, however. Any woman would have been pleased to see cocks like theirs. Any woman would be eager to impale herself on one, which is what he hoped to see Nikki do as soon as humanly possible.

"Oh, my god, I'm so wet, I can't even believe it myself," Nikki continued as her finger slid in and out of her hole and stroked her shiny lips. "Did you know I've been this wet since you finger-fucked me in the bar?"

Neither man said anything but lots of stroking was going on, both inside the villa and on the balcony. Ed desperately wanted a hand or a face or a cock to find its way to her pussy. Nothing that succulent should be ignored, he thought to himself.

"Are you guys going to watch me fuck myself all night or are you going to stuff some meat up my cunt?"

Ed had never heard her talk so graphically. She had been known to spice up their lovemaking with sexy outbursts now and then, but this ... This display was something new. It made her seem even sluttier than she looked. Did she plan to keep it up or was it her way of getting the ball rolling? 

Mr. Tall, the alpha male, got behind her right away, blocking Ed's view. Ed repositioned himself quickly to watch the ebony girth of the man's prick work its way into her slit. Her pussy lips were so slick, they parted easily for him—he was inside her very quickly. The look on his face implied roughness but he was surprisingly gentle as he pushed himself inside her. He even appeared to be surprised that her wetness sucked him up so swiftly. He pulled out slightly and seemed to want to try again, more slowly this time. But her ravenous twat wasn't having any of it. It wasn't in the mood for gentle and slow. It wanted fast and hard. Ed had seen her that way a few times, yet she had never pushed back toward him the way she was doing now with Mr. Tall. Even though the force of his thrusts threatened to throw off her balance, she continued to meet them with strong, determined slams against his pelvis. Mr. Tall may have initially grabbed her hips to keep her from falling, but it soon became clear that she was the one providing the balance for both of them.

Mr. Short stepped in front of her, presumably also to steady her. And to feed her his cock.

She gobbled his thickness while she clutched his firm, black ass. Her head slammed into his abdomen as Mr. Tall rammed her over and over. Groans peppered the activity and the juicy sounds of genitalia being worked over stiffened Ed a little more. Mr. Tall pumped her pussy while she blew the daylights out of Mr. Short. She looked beautiful with cock at both ends, especially black cock. Both men now banged her incessantly, as if hoping to push her to some new place. A place of even greater hunger, Ed wondered? Or to push her to the place they themselves wanted to be: orgasm?

They slammed her hard for many minutes. Ed became vaguely aware of how raw his own cock was getting in his hand, but that didn't stop him from matching the men, stroke for stroke. When her come began, it started quietly, somewhere in her throat, but rapidly erupted throughout her body, triggering tremors and jerks and jolts that made her look like electric current was coursing through her. Ed heard her try to shout her come, but the cock muffled her cries. She barely paused in her sucking.

Mr. Tall did an unusual thing as her orgasm shook her body. He pulled out of her pussy, spit on his dick, and crammed it into her asshole. The gentleness he'd demonstrated earlier was now virtually gone—he spared no enthusiasm as he pumped her ass like a madman intent on evoking screams. And he got them—from himself as well as Nikki, who let Mr. Short's prick pop out of her mouth as the one up her ass reamed her.

Ed hesitated. Was the guy hurting Nikki? Should he step in and stop everything? She'd told him "no more interruptions" but they never talked about how to keep her from harm. They'd never decided on a "safe word" or signal to alert Ed that things had gotten out of hand or that she was frightened. 

Maybe, he thought, that in Nikki's mind, nothing would be considered out of hand. No amount or type of sex would frighten her.

As Mr. Tall's relentless cock tunneled its way into Nikki, Ed realized something else. She'd never taken Ed's cock up her ass. Never even suggested it. Yet here she was, accepting this stranger's black dick deep up her ass without batting an eye. Surely there was some pain? If she was feeling any, she wasn't letting on. The only emotion Ed could see in her profile was pure, unadulterated pleasure, the kind of rapture that only religious zealots and sex fiends could achieve.

And indeed, as Mr. Tall pumped her ass—encountering no physical resistance, Ed noted—she didn't seem to want him to stop. In fact, only a few seconds after releasing Mr. Short's cock, she groped for it again and returned it to her mouth. A strange, guttural noise originated in her throat and rumbled there while the cocks did their work.

Mr. Tall slapped her firm ass as he fucked it. Mr. Short pulled her hair while she sucked him off. Ed pulled his shaft while he watched.

But suddenly, she broke free of Mr. Short to blurt out, "I want cocks in both holes!"

The men exchanged knowing glances. Mr. Tall pulled out reluctantly and Mr. Short stepped away from her mouth. She was left weaving slightly, with neither man making any attempt to help her straighten up. Turned out that she didn't need any help. She righted herself gracefully and tossed her head to get her now flat but tousled hair out of her face. Dark smudges of mascara might have given her a tired look but the fire in her eyes countered it. She surveyed the room as if trying to decide where to hang artwork, then she spoke.

"Darlin'," she said to Mr. Tall, nodding toward the ottoman, "lie on that so I can ride your cock."

He looked at the piece of furniture, uncertain about how to get comfortable on it. Ed felt for the poor bastard, who obviously only wanted to fuck Nikki silly. He hadn't planned on taking direction from her and performing any contortionist tricks to boot.

But Mr. Tall did as he was told, probably because he knew that sex would be his reward. She walked behind the chair, winking at Ed as she passed the glass door. He knew the men were too consumed by their dicks to notice him standing there; nevertheless, he tried to recede into the night a bit at Nikki's acknowledgement of him. 

She still had that untamed, almost crazy look in her eye. Looking at her directly, even for a few seconds, had a disconcerting effect on Ed. Yes, it turned him on to see her to crazed with hunger and willing to do anything to satisfy herself, but what were her limits? Ed understood and favored situations he could control. This was not one of them and yet she'd never been more in tune with herself and he'd never been harder. 

And he was hard, no question about it. But it was more than that. His head swam. The sweat at his palms provided an endless supply of lubricant. Never in a million years did he imagine his honeymoon being spent watching his wife with two black men, yet he was so turned on that he could barely get enough oxygen into his lungs. What did this state of affairs say about him? About her? About their marriage? Where were they heading after a night like this?

He turned his attention back to her. She moved with confidence and grace—even power. Her nakedness was no cause for modesty or restraint on her part. If anything, it fueled her. She walked like she was taller, like she had keys to the castle and the combination to all the safes inside. Her voice had lost any trace of girlishness. There was something Amazonian about her that had nothing to do with height. She was lady executive, commander in chief, and matador all rolled into one. Even from where he stood, he saw the gleam in her eye that came not from fun or mischief but from a new and different place, one that he couldn't pinpoint quite yet. He'd seen a glimmer of it at the Sand Kicker Club but now its proportions had grown. Would it overtake her, whatever it was?

She pushed the chair closer to the ottoman to give Mr. Tall support for his head. His cock stood at attention. Ed couldn't say for sure, but it suddenly looked fatter and longer than it had only minutes before. 

She stood beside him, swung one leg to the other side of his body, and let just the tip of his cock graze her steamy vortex. He arched his back to contort himself closer, maybe even inside. She moved up and away, smiling to underscore just who was in charge. She leaned forward to wave her tits over his face, waiting to see what he'd do so she could respond to it. Mr. Tall extended his tongue and aimed it at a hovering nipple. She moved to let him lick it. They engaged in this little teasing game until the look on Mr. Tall's face communicated his utter surrender. He couldn't play any more, the look said—he needed to fuck and fuck immediately. 

She impaled herself on his meat. She slid down his rod slowly, enjoying the torture on Mr. Tall's face as her heat engulfed him, centimeter by centimeter. 

Her arms were crossed behind her head, which made her breasts look even perkier and higher. She looked down on Mr. Tall, nearly salivating from the hunger that threatened to consume her. She moved up and down via the raw power of her thighs—Ed stared as the muscles flexed with a precision unlikely in a person who'd had as much to drink as Nikki had.

"Oh, your cock is good, yeah," she muttered as she rode him. "I can feel it deep inside my cunt. Do you like fucking me?"

"Yeah," Mr. Tall grunted.

She slammed down harder on him. "Tell me how much. Tell me how much you like my hot, wet pussy."

"I like it! I love your hot, wet pussy," the man enunciated. Ed heard the rivulet of fear that ran through his voice.

"Do you think it's time for another cock to fuck me, too? Huh? Do you?"

"Oh yes, baby. A new cock up your ass while mine fucks your cunt. You little slut."

Ed didn't think it was possible, but he got harder. Nikki frightened and excited all the men watching her. Ed yanked at himself, nearly breathless, as fire blazed in his wife's eyes. If she'd been any more stern, she would have been an unequivocal dominatrix, but dominance wasn't really her style. She had too much hunger of her own to play such games of control. Nevertheless, the power she exuded while she barked her commands gave everyone pause.

She bent forward, dangling her titties over Mr. Tall's chest. "What are you waiting for, Armando? Fuck my ass!"

Armando? So she had taken the time to learn names.

Mr. Short, now known as Armando, had clearly never seen the likes of Nikki before. Judging by the size of his hard-on, he was raring to go but the wide-eyed expression on his face betrayed him. Ed found his hesitance strange, considering what had transpired at the Sand Kicker Club all night. Then it dawned on him—poor Armando had never performed anal sex before.

"Fill my ass with chocolate dick," she growled.

Armando stood there, holding his rod with both hands, eager to comply but uncertain how to proceed. To his credit, though, he approached her and looked as if he might just forge ahead anyway, despite his lack of knowledge.

"I'm already open for you, baby. Dontari spread me soooo wide," she said, giving Mr. Tall an extra slam to punctuate her point. She separated her ass cheeks and wiggled to entice Armando closer. When he still didn't oblige, she didn't hide her rancor.

"My asshole wants cock! Come on, now, honey. Stuff that beauty up my hole. Don't be afraid. I'm open and ready for you. Come on!"

Armando bit his lip, stared at the lovely feminine cheeks before him, and fingered her opening. It seemed difficult for him at first, and she didn't help by continuing to ride Dontari. But finally, Armando pushed a finger inside her tunnel and did something that made her groan with pleasure.

"Thaaaat's it, sweetheart. Wiggle your finger. I'm so wet now," she said, slurring her words slightly. She closed her eyes and put the tip of her middle finger on her clit. Frigging herself as her holes got filled, she seemed less a part of the group and more the star of the show in her mind's eye. 

She lapsed into guttural noises and random exclamations of pleasure. If Armando was new to ass fucking, he was a quick study. Two cocks now steadily pumped away at Nikki and neither man seemed inclined to slow down or stop. They probably felt as Ed did—like this was an incredible dream that would only continue as long as the fucking did.

Two cocks in Nikki. Ed had to repeat the phrase to himself to even begin to believe it. Two cocks pounding away at both of Nikki's holes—at her insistence. To observe the other-worldly expression on her face was to understand just how deep in her fantasy she was. 

Ed'd eyes widened as a certain thought gripped him. With his free hand, he removed his cell phone from his pants and switched the function to "photo." Why hadn't he thought of this earlier? He held the gadget up until it framed the action in the living room—Nikki sitting on cock while another shoved itself up her asshole. He clicked photo after photo, catching her face in various phases of twisted delight. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he never wanted the night to end, but if he had pictures, the point was moot.

When she started to shout—really shout—the men took her noises as permission to let loose inside her. Soon, their shouts mingled with hers and grimaces were seen all around. Ed wouldn't let himself come yet, even though his balls throbbed with the need to do so. He sensed more was to come and he didn't want a spent cock to affect his level of attention. A night like this might not ever happen again, he thought to himself as he captured moment after moment through the miracle of digital technology.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 07



Authors note: Thanks for all the kind comments and emails. I have again made this Chapter longer by combining several chapters together. 






Arm in arm, Ed and Nikki boarded the gleaming 64-foot yacht. 

It was a Swan 64 he'd chartered from a friend and it was small enough to be cozy and not too big to require a large crew to ruin the couples privacy.

"I hope you like it," Ed said. "It'll be home for the next 19 days."

"It's beautiful," she told him, squeezing his arm.

The husband and wife team that would be attending to sailing and food introduced themselves. Ed had heard nothing but glowing reports about Justin and Marla and had been pleased to learn they were available for his honeymoon excursion with Nikki. They had a reputation for attentiveness without intrusion. Word had it that they were also discreet.

"I hear Marla knows what to do with any kind of seafood that swims in these waters," Ed told Nikki as he shook Marla's hand. The 40-something, olive-skinned woman looked embarrassed and proud. "Thank you, Mr. Stewart. I hope I do not disappoint you."

"And Captain, your stellar reputation precedes you, as well." The men shook hands and he introduced Justin to Nikki. 

The newlyweds retreated to the small but luxurious stateroom that was adorned with flowers per Ed's request. Nikki's eyes filled with tears as she turned to him.

"I swear you think of everything."

"You're my bride. If it were in my power, you'd have flowers everywhere you went." 

He took her in his arms and when their lips met, he felt as light-headed as the first time he'd kissed her, many months before. He loved how perfectly she fit in his embrace and how the combination of her warmth and seductive scent weakened his knees. As their tongues did a bit of fencing with each other, his hands sought out a handful of her hair (which she'd worn loose and unadorned today, at his request). As her startling femininity reached into his soul and gave it a playful little twist, he got hard and chose not to ignore it. Instead, he pushed his erection against her and rubbed slightly. She slipped a hand between them and started to stroke.

"What do you say we test this bed?" she said softly.

They spent the rest of the day quietly, swimming to a nearby, secluded beach, enjoying lunch at a small beachside cafe, and taking in a little more sun before swimming back to the boat in time for dinner. Marla's culinary talents were indeed top-notch—she'd prepared a red-chile encrusted wahoo so delicious, Ed and Nikki barely spoke as they consumed it. Afterwards, as the sun disppeared on the horizon, they let perfectly prepared rum drinks infuse their bodies with island restlessness. Justin and Marla cleared away all signs of dinner.

"Hey," Ed whispered, eyeing his wife like a dirty old man. "How about we christen the deck?"

A wicked grin spread across her face. "You mean as only we can?"

Smiling, they got to their feet, albeit a little unsteadily. "Aren't you worried about Justin and Marla?" Nikki asked in a furtive stage whisper as her clothes piled up quickly beside her. Dressed only in the rays of the Caribbean moonlight, she looked every bit the goddess to Ed, and he didn't care who else witnessed it.

"I'm worried about absolutely nothing at the moment," he said, as she dropped to her knees before his eager hard-on.

The first signs of sunrise woke Ed. He looked over at Nikki, sleeping soundly beside him on the deck. They'd made a little makeshift bed of beach towels and chaise cushions the night before, and this morning, the haphazard arrangement brought a smile to Ed's lips. He got up slowly, careful not to wake her. Dawn was his favorite time of day and waking to greet it so directly infused him with energy.

He headed toward the bridge, but on the way, he passed Justin and Marla, already up and engaged in a heated but hushed conversation. He paused, thinking they might need him, but decided against it. If it was a marital dispute, he certainly didn't want to get involved. But on his return from the bridge, where he savored the clear morning air and the glistening water from a new perspective, Justin apprehended him.

"Please excuse me, Mr. Stewart. I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Ed felt the man's agitation and noticed that Marla's eyes were red from crying. "What is it, Captain?"

"Marla's mother back in England has had a serious heart attack. They're afraid she may not pull through."

"Oh, dear. I'm so sorry to hear that. How can I help?" Ed asked, concerned for both of them.

"Well, we hate to renege on our responsibilities here, but it appears that we do need to get to England as soon as possible. I've already secured the services of a replacement for us, and if you agree, he can begin this evening." Justin's voice was level and professional, but his eyes were dark and troubled.

Ed paused and a sob caught in Marla's throat. 

"If that's not agreeable to you, I can stay here while Marla goes back without me," Justin said. Marla's eyes widened, as if his comment were the first time she'd considered the option he suggested. 

"Of course, you should accompany Marla," Ed reassured him. Marla's whole body relaxed. "If you say your replacement can do the job, I trust your judgment."

"Thank you so much, sir. I thought we would dock at Antigua tonight to pick him up before we leave, if that plan suits you."

"Yes, of course. But you keep referring to this replacement in the singular. Is it only one man?"

"It is, but he's as good a sailor as he is a chef. And since the boat has computer hydraulically assisted sail settings, his navigation skills won't be as necessary as they might be on another boat."

Ed nodded. "That sounds fine. You probably know I've done a bit of sailing myself so if things get hairy for the poor fellow, I can pitch in a bit."

"Thank you," Justin said. "We appreciate your understanding."

"Not at all." He turned to Marla. "I hope your mother gets well quickly. I wish you both the best." 

Marla nodded and did her best to smile.

As Ed went to tell Nikki about the change of plans, Justin headed the yacht for Antigua under sail. Nikki didn't go back to sleep after hearing the news and instead, immediately went to find Marla to give her some hope and to confirm Ed's release and good wishes. To keep out of their way, the honeymooners wiled away a quiet day on board by napping, fixing their own meals, and retreating to their room for intimate pleasures throughout the day. The sunshine was addictive, however, and most of their time was spent just lolling about on the boat's various chaise lounges. In the meantime, Justin and Marla readied themselves for departure.

Ed remembered hearing about a charming quayside restaurant, so he and Nikki tried it for dinner that night after saying their final goodbyes to the collaborating couple. The changing of the crew would be in progress shortly, and Ed thought it best to give Justin and Marla space and privacy while they acquainted the new crewmember with his duties and the boat.

It was such a beautiful sunset that Ed and Nikki decided to take a stroll along the beach before sitting down to dinner. The two of them glowed with health and happiness, and when an unexpected flash of the incident at the villa popped into his head, he squelched it as instantly as it appeared. Nikki hadn't mentioned it in nearly two days, which was a huge relief for Ed. In many ways, he liked the idea of trying the start the honeymoon over. In other words, he relished having exclusive rights to his beautiful wife.

And yet, in the middle of enjoying their lobster, Nikki filled in a brief pause in the conversation with: "So how are you feeling now about our little 'fantasy incident'?"

Ed eyed her suspiciously. "Is that what we're calling it?"

"Yes. I like it," she said, grinning as she separated a deep red claw from the lobster's body.

He felt as if a warm, damp afghan made of mohair had been tossed over him. He didn't want to discuss any of it. Hadn't they already traveled this ground the day after the fantasy incident had happened? He was losing his appetite fast but he didn't want to deny Nikki the opportunity to work through her own feelings. 

"Well, I know that nothing has changed between us because of what happened," he told her, hoping all she wanted was reassurance rather than reexamination. 

"Did you like watching it?" she asked him tentatively.

Damn. Back to him again. He took a deep breath as surreptitiously as he could. He didn't want her to know this line of questioning was hard for him. Besides, maybe they did need to talk about it more.

"I have some nagging guilt and I'm still a little uncomfortable about the whole thing, but I can say one thing without any reservation," he put down his lobster and wiped his hands on his napkin. "There's no denying that it lived up to my fantasies. Exceeded them, even!"

She smiled, sheepish but strangely proud. "Really?"

"I wanted to see you be a total slut and you gave me that and more. I had no idea that your definition of slut would be filthier than mine! I don't think I'd want to see it again it might be too much for my old heart " He tried to make a little joke out of the tension that was now between them. He was glad when it worked—she gave him a warm smile.

"Yeah, I guess I even surprised myself."

He couldn't read exactly what she was feeling, so he decided to prod her. "How are you feeling about it all?"

"Well, I've been thinking about a lot, as you might imagine. Constantly, you might say."

Guilt tickled Ed's cerebral cortex. Here he'd been successfully pushing it out of his head for two days while in hers, it swam mercilessly.

"While everything was happening, I loved it, I have to admit. I was in the moment and just reacting to things without intellectualizing about any of it. I let my body dictate what I did and I allowed every fantasy to come through. It was pretty damn exciting. I felt...I don't know...powerful. Does that make any sense?"

"Sure, it does." He wasn't even sure why, but he did understand what she was talking about.

"I even felt proud that I wasn't holding back. That I let every kinky idea out and acted on it."

While she spoke, she concentrated on her lobster. She couldn't seem to look at him. Her reluctance to make eye contact intrigued him—he knew her well enough to know that it meant something was bothering her.

"Nik, I hope you don't mind my mentioning this, but it seems as if you might still have some shame about it. Normally, you speak very frankly but now, well, now you're not."

Her big, green eyes met his. "I like that you know me so well," she said, a sad grin on her face. "I can't get past this embarrassment. I enjoyed myself at the time—more than I even imagined I would—but as soon as it was over, I lapsed into this weird feeling of shame. And you know that's not something I don't normally do! I liked being a slut while I was one, but now that's behind me, I can't shake feeling cheap. Also there was a nagging behind it all even while I was doing it ...it just ...Ed it just didn't seem, well like me"

"But you know you're not really a slut," he replied quickly.

"I know that. I really do know that, especially now. Oh I liked being slutty well enough. But there was no emotion involved in what I did. No real intimacy. Primates do what I did. Animals without a conscience behave like I did. If I had to do it again, I'd do it differently."

Ed stopped himself from pointing out that she never had to do it again. Instead, he asked her what she meant.

"I would have done it with a single person. someone I had gotten to know and trust a little bit, maybe. Oh I think I still would have fulfilled your fantasy of me being a slut but I would have done it less like a cheap one night stand. Have a little romance be part of things, you know?"

Ed's appetite waned further. Romance? What the hell was she talking about now? "That's where our fantasies differ, sweetheart. The sluts of my imagination aren't into romance," he said, winking at her.

She made a face and tried to smile. He continued.

"I mean, I don't think I would have been comfortable with you getting romantically involved with someone before being a total slut with him. Don't forget that it took me a while to be okay with just the sex part."

The idea of a romantic attachment for Nikki outside the marriage didn't make him feel good in even the tiniest way. But she chuckled at his comment.

"Well, it's not like I would have got involved in anything serious," she pointed out. "I just didn't like feeling like a hooker!"

"Everything okay here?" the waiter asked, trying not to eye Nikki with suspicion after hearing her last remark.

"We're fine, thanks. We'll call you when we need you," Ed said sternly.

When the man disappeared, Nikki continued. "Maybe the best way to describe it would have been, it sounds so old fashioned" she said, giggling. "To have a fling"

Ed's digestion had apparently stopped—his lobster sat in his stomach like lead. "A fling? are you serious?"

She studied his face for a couple of seconds. Was she enjoying his discomfiture? "Well, yes. Sort of. If we had agreed and you didn't mind and I happened to meet someone, then maybe. But sweetie, I can see you do mind and always will, so I have no intention of even looking. I think we have lived our fantasy and it wasn't like we hoped.

I actually feel so lucky that it hasn't damaged the most important thing which is us, I'd worry about any fantasy coming to life after that."

He knew his relief showed on his face, but it didn't last long.

"Unless you really wouldn't mind. Because, you know, maybe we'd even let you watch once in a while!"

It took a second, but he finally realized she was teasing him, albeit with unwarranted cruelty. Nevertheless, both of them started laughing and he instantly forgave her. Anyway, it wasn't often that she was able to dupe him so effectively. 

"Damn!" she said. "And I was doing so well there for a while!"

He reached across the table to take her hand. "Nikki, in all seriousness, just promise me that you'll always be honest with me."

"Of course I will. You promise me the same thing."

"I promise. After all that's happened, I think it's clear that we can share just about anything together, and that we should continue that way."

"I agree."

"Are you ready to leave?"

"Yes." She smiled at him and dipped her fingers into the small bowl of lemon water near her place setting. "Let's go dancing."

Things were hopping at the Mad Mongoose but it wasn't the typical kind of tourist action. The Mad Mongoose offered a relaxed environment but was full of locals who knew and liked each other. The music rang out and several couples were on the dance floor but the majority of patrons sat at tables and at the bar, telling stories and laughing at tales only they'd find amusing. It was a convivial atmosphere, and Ed and Nikki immediately liked the vibe. As usual, several of the men didn't turn away from Nikki as quickly as they might have with a plainer woman.

"I'm just going to visit the ladies' room for a second," Nikki told him as she slipped away. Ed ordered her a drink from the bar and watched the crowd. The dancers contented themselves with interpretive moves as opposed to the standard steps typically associated with disco music. The mood felt playful and cheerful, and if there were any flirting going on, it was of a much friendlier nature than that of the urban variety. 

But several heads had turned to watch the action in one corner of the dance floor, so he followed their direction, fighting the premonition that slowly dawned on him. And sure enough, there was Nikki, shaking and shimmying with two dark and smiling natives, who were nearly bursting with delight over Nikki's proximity. When she saw Ed looking at her, she waved. And then her dance partners waved, too. Ed laughed. A few minutes later, she returned to him at the bar.

"You didn't think I was going to deny you the opportunity to watch me, did you?" she asked before throwing her arms around him. She downed her drink quickly and then suggested they walk along the beach. He readily agreed—as delightful as the bar was, he craved some quiet.

They walked silently for a few minutes, hand in hand, as the ocean waves gently lapped at the shore. Ed adored these moments with her, when everything felt right and just her presence soothed him more than he could ever describe. 

But then she stopped walking and turned to look at him. In an uncharacteristically grave tone of voice, she spoke. "Well, since we've decided to be totally open and honest with each other about everything, I have something to tell you."

"Okay," he said cautiously.

"I'm sorry to tell you that I think my days of sluthood with hot, black guys—or any other guys actually are behind me. I think we're just going to have to deal with being stuck with each other." Her lovely eyes shone with a dash of mischief and moonlight. "That is, unless you change your mind and really want me to have a fling my way." she giggled.

He knew she was joking but there was something behind it and that familiar rock in his gut rumbled. "I think I'm glad your sluthood days are over darling" he exclaimed.

She smiled and raised a teasing eyebrow. "You sure I can't have a fling now and then?"

He took the bait and snapped "Are you really serious about wanting that?"

She laughed openly " Oh darling your so easy at times! No I don't think I want that at all I think we have done enough already. I don't think you would like it at all judging by how easy it is to tease you about it"

He relaxed a bit but then he just had to ask one more question. He tried to put it in a joking manner but his voice was strained "Well your right, but does that mean its totally off the agenda forever and I can totally stop rising to your taunts Mrs?"

He saw her dangerously close to a smile but then something passed over her face that stopped it. Good god, Ed thought. She's actually considering this crazy idea.

She wasn't acting. There was deliberation in those saucy green eyes as she paused before answering. 

"Hmmm. Here's the weird thing. As long as we're being honest."

"Of course." 

"If I happened to meet someone one day in the future and we talked about it and you were totally ok with it thens could be kind of nice. I'm not saying that I'm going to be looking, mind you, but knowing that I could feel free to talk to you something like that is..."

"Something you like?"

"I think so!" She said, seemingly surprised at herself. "Just as an option," she said. 

"I don't know, Nikki. This is a lot for me to think about."

"Oh god. I'm not pushing you. Please don't think I'm pushing you for anything. I know you're not the type to accept that kind of arrangement and I really want you to know I'm fine with that. What I'm actually talking about is us being able to talk about it if it ever came up in a honest and open manner to avoid anything happening that could hurt us "

"You wouldn't like it if the tables were turned.And I met a girl some day"

New light flickered in her eyes. "No, you're right. I wouldn't." She bit her lip. "I wouldn't like it at all. I should have thought about that before I came up with my nutty idea. But if you did I would really want you to be able to talk to me about it"

He said nothing, sensing that she wasn't finished yet.

"Honestly, darling, something like what I talked about might be nice one day, but," she took both his hands and lowered her voice to a sexy whisper, "you would have to really, really, really want me to have that, too. And I don't think either one of us believes that is going to happen" She giggled, leaving Ed to wonder how much of this was an act designed to discombobulate him and how much was her way of introducing the notion for his consideration. 




Journey to Another Life Ch. 07



"It's not likely, sweetheart. I've had about all I want for a while of my wife being a slut. A romantic one or not," he said.

"But there is one more thing."

Could he take any more? "What's that?"

"I always want to be your slut."

She unzipped her dress in one easy motion and let it fall to the sand. She wore nothing underneath, save for a white, shimmering thong, which thanks to Ed, she didn't wear for long.

They cleaned themselves up as thoroughly as they could and headed back to the yacht, where they were met by Charles Baker. The couple froze, mouths agape. 

"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Stewart. I'm happy to be in your employ for the next two weeks." The tall black man was enjoying the surprise he'd wrought. 

"Charles! You're the replacement Justin arranged?" Ed asked, incredulous but pleased.

"I am. And I plan to do my best to make the rest of your charter cruise go as smoothly as possible."

"How wonderful!" Nikki exclaimed, extending her hand, which Charles took with only a glimmer of hesitation. "If you can steer this boat half as well as you cook, we're in good hands!"

Ed was glad to see that Nikki had lost her previous reserve around Charles. She was her usual friendly self with him tonight, which would certainly make the trip easier.

As they headed for their stateroom, Nikki said, "He really is a charming man, isn't he? And so nice!"

Ed groaned inwardly before noticing the teasing look in her eye and couldn't help but laugh. She'd got him again! They giggled together as they went into their stateroom.

The following morning things seemed simpler at first glance but soon the disquiet caused by their previous activities interrupted the calm.

"Mmmph!" Nikki said as she bit into the breakfast tapenade on toast points that Charles had handed her. "I'm not used to this kind of oral stimulation in the morning!" She winked at him as she swallowed the remains of the bite she'd taken. 

Everybody laughed, including Charles. Ed was so relieved that Nikki had shed that chilly demeanor she'd shown Charles back in St. Martin when they'd visited him at Kingfish. She was now her usual flirty self and it was helping Charles relax—Ed could already see that much. 

"My wife is right as usual," Ed chimed in. "These are superb, Charles."

"And they're just the beginning!" The tall black man assured them, leaving the small, silver tray on the table between Ed and Nikki's chaise lounges. Nikki watched him leave and then sighed.

"What an incredible stroke of luck to have him to ourselves for the next twelve days," she said. She tilted her head toward the rising sun. Her lips seemed to be in a permanent grin.

"I'm glad you're happy," Ed said, admiring her profile and feeling invigorated by it and the seductive sea breeze. "I was afraid you might feel awkward around him, like last time."

"Oh, no. I'm fine with him now," she assured him as she untied the sash of her lightweight terrycloth cover-up. She slithered out of it to reveal the infamous white bikini. "He's a lovely person."

Ed paused. "What's the occasion?" He said, referring to her choice of attire.

She turned to him, unsure of his meaning. "Oh! This! I've worn this so many times now, I don't really consider it special anymore, do you?"

He most certainly did and knew that any eyes in a healthy, male head would, as well. Nikki could downplay her motivation for wearing it as much as she wanted, but Ed suspected she knew exactly what she was doing by wearing it. He said nothing in response, though, because until he had more evidence, he didn't want to accuse her of anything. 

Charles reappeared again just as Nikki began rubbing some sort of slick suntan concoction over her body. She concentrated on her shapely legs, extending and lifting one at a time to smooth the liquid in long, luxurious strokes over the curve of her calf, then the swell of her thigh. Charles noticed but not did watch. Instead, he directed his conversation to Ed.

"The waters are remarkably calm today, Mr. Stewart," Charles said, offering him a gleaming white ramekin of some sort of egg dish that smelled divine. 

"Marvelous, Charles 5 knots I'd think. And please, call me Ed."

"Yes, sir. Ed." Charles smiled and then looked at Nikki. Ed followed his gaze and saw that his wife was now smearing the slippery stuff on her breasts, taking far great care to cover every inch just like Ed had ever seen her do in the past. He loved watching her but he should feel the opposite about Charles watching her too. Strangely he didn't mind at all.

"Mrs. Stewart, would you care for a Grand Marnier soufflé?"

She gave him a look that could only be described as cagey. "You know I would. And I'd like you to call me Nikki."

Charles nodded, patiently waiting as she massaged the fullness of her left breast for a few more moments before accepting the soufflé. The bikini top covered an area only slightly larger than her nipple, but as she massaged, a flash of areole was visible long enough for both men to see it. "Thank you, Charles. I can't wait to taste it."

Ed suddenly felt as though Nikki were not referring exclusively to the soufflé, but again, said nothing. How was she able to transition from the way she behaved with him at their last meeting to this rather subtle but obvious flirtation? Maybe now that the fantasy incident was behind them, any tension she'd felt at the earlier meeting was gone. Now that she'd had her black men, maybe Charles was no longer a consideration. Even though she had admitted she was attracted to him maybe now he was just a safe target for her harmless yet pointed innuendo. Ed told himself he had to relax and stop looking for things that might not be there.

Nikki ooohed and aaaaahed over the soufflé, inquiring about the ingredients as Charles divulged how it had been made. 

"Why don't you join us for dinner tonight? I'd love to hear more about how you balance this incredible cooking with seamanship." She smiled broadly at him, and although her eyes were wide and nearly girlish, there was something about the way she held her head and didn't avert her gaze that conveyed a decidedly adult invitation.

"Oh, I don't know..." Charles looked with alarm at Ed, seeming to expect that Ed would protest.

"Oh, now, please join us. Ed and I would both love it!" Nikki interjected. She sat back, spooning more soufflé into her mouth and licking the spoon suggestively.

"Yes, of course, Charles. We'd be delighted. Make something simple so you don't have to run back and forth to the kitchen too much," Ed said as graciously as he could. He had hoped to have a romantic dinner with Nikki tonight. So much for that plan.

"All right. Thank you. I'll look forward to it," Charles said just before he left the honeymooners alone again.

"You might have asked me first," he commented to Nikki.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," she said, contrite and genuinely surprised by his remark. "I never imagined you'd have a problem with it. He's your friend, after all."

"Yes, but I had hoped dinner would be a nice cozy affair involving only the two of us."

"But you've got me all day and all night," she grinned, eyes sparkling. "And hour or two with Charles joining us won't really matter, will it?"

Ed rested his head against the back of his chaise and closed his eyes. He had a premonition that unless he got himself under control that every little thing to do with the way Nikki interacted with Charles was going to matter more and more as the cruise continued. He made a mental note to himself to filter everything he noticed through before allowing himself to feel put out. He was sure it was a delayed reaction to their little fantasy incident that was making him paranoid and he knew that if he didn't curtail it that Nikki was going to notice and it might become a issue. He simply had to allow himself to trust her both in his mind and in his heart. What made it worse for him was he knew with 100% certainty that she trusted him completely.

Ed had never known Nikki to show the slightest propensity toward food preparation and yet her line of questioning with Charles at dinner focused on nothing but. 

"So you would always sear a meatier fish first? I had always heard that there were some that didn't respond well to searing," she said, staring at the tall black man as if he were imparting the wisdom of the ages.

"All of them respond well," Charles told her, "but the oil and the spices need to vary according to taste and what else you might be serving with it."

Ed found himself filling the void with more alcohol, which was not going to serve him well, he suspected. But as Nikki and Charles excluded him for longer periods of time from their conversation, his irritation grew and his only solace seemed to come from the bottle.

At Nikki's insistence, Charles enjoyed a few after-dinner drinks with them, too. Sometimes, Charles would think to ask him a question but for the majority of the two and a half hours that dinner dragged on, he and Nikki behaved as if they were alone. 

After a few drinks, Nikki's voice seemed to get lower and she moved in closer to Charles, whether she was listening or talking. On several occasions, she touched his arm or leg, and finally even his face. Her laugh, languorous but clear, bounced off the ocean waves and resonated in Ed's head until he had to stand up and announce that dinner was over.

"Well, Charles, you outdid yourself again. Dinner was fantastic. And now I'd like to have a little private time with my wife." He extended an arm to Nikki. "My dear, will you join me in our honeymoon cabin?"

During the pregnant pause that followed, Ed watched annoyance give way to compliance on her face. "Of course. It is getting late, isn't it?" She stood but stayed focused on Charles. "Thank you so much for everything, Charles. I had such a lovely time." She bent to kiss his cheek, but instead nuzzled his ear as her fingers caressed his cheek. "Good night."

"Good night," Charles said, careful to direct it to the couple, not just Nikki. "See you in the morning, then."

"Bright and early!" Nikki added. Ed fought the urge to laugh, knowing that Nikki had seen painfully few bright and early mornings in her life. 

Once inside their cabin, Ed no longer felt the need to keep his exasperation hidden. "What was that all about?" he asked immediately upon closing the door behind them.

She wiggled out of her sapphire blue dress and let it fall to her feet. Standing before him in her prettiest white bra and panties, she stared at him. "What was all what about?" Whatever she had applied to her skin that morning had performed beautifully. Her tanned, supple skin glistened with vibrant health. 

"Don't be obtuse, Nik. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're being an incorrigible flirt with Charles." 

He didn't like the way he sounded but he was angry. Why should he hide it?

She picked up her dress, kicked off her shoes, and walked over the closet. "Well, he is one handsome guy, you know." She disappeared in the closet for a few seconds then reappeared again, this time tying a transparent, baby doll length robe around her naked body. The dark circles of her nipples and the tiny strip of pubic hair stood out like a particularly obscene bikini. "In fact, I'd go so far as to say he's the most gorgeous black man I've ever seen!"

He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to keep his voice level and calm. "I thought we agreed we'd be honest with each other."

"I am being honest!" She laughed and moved about the cabin, tucking things into her suitcase, rummaging through it, plucking things out. "I think he's gorgeous!"

"Do you not remember our discussions recently? The one where we talked about not doing anything like that anymore?"

"Yes, I remember that."

"And we promised to be honest with each other about all our feelings about the fantasy incident and any new incidents that might arise."

"That's what we said, all right. Are you thinking that I'm hiding something from you?" Now she moved to the bed and sat next to him.

"I'm not sure. You're being ... I don't know... flighty. I can't pin you down."

"You know I'm attracted to Charles," she said. "I haven't made any pretenses about that. And I know that after the fantasy incident, I didn't want to open myself up to any other situations."

"That was thoughtful."

"But I am not doing that, yes I'm hot for him and I think he's a awfully nice guy, but If we're going to be honest with each other, I have an obligation to tell you that, don't I? And you know what I was thinking?"

"Hardly ever."

"—I was thinking how much better it would have been to be a slut with him, on this boat, rather than with those two guys on St. Martin. Now that would have been unbelievable?"

His face burned from the incendiary mix of confusion, liquor, and frustration. He thought Nikki's night of sluthood had been unbelievable and didn't view replacing Charles with the two young men as an improvement. He wanted to say so many things that he ended up saying nothing at all. Everything caught in his throat like an uneven ball of yarn.

"But I also know we talked about that night and we decided that we wouldn't continue down that path.So I know all that and I am not trying to go back on that. But Charles is so hot and he's here with us for three more weeks—"

"Two and a Half."

"Ok ,right," she said quickly. "Anyway, my point is that what we agreed upon was totally right but flirting with Charles well ... thats nothing. You did tell me you still wanted me to flirt and play?" she added, staring into Ed's eyes with such sincerity, he couldn't bring himself to look away.

"Nikki, I'm not really that comfortable with this idea because of the environment. We are here with him alone and its sending him a message we shouldn't be sending him because as you said he's a nice guy and we shouldn't be playing with him like that."

"I understand what you mean. All I ask is that you think about what harm can it do, you've seen me flirt with many guys it always turned you on."

It was the very last thing he wanted to think about, but didn't disclose that.

"This is different Nik, there are just the three of us. Things could get uncomfortable."

"You know, this isn't all about me, you know. Seems to me you'd have as much fun watching me tease him as I would," she winked at him and reached across his thigh to grasp his rock hard erection. "If you let me have some fun, you'd have a little yourself." 

He could no longer argue, as he might have been able to before the honeymoon, that watching her with other men didn't turn him on. She knew now that it did. They both knew it.

She climbed onto his lap, not adjusting her robe when it opened to reveal on hard-nippled tit. Her wet pussy swallowed up his cock as she sat on it. When she rode it, they were silent, retreating into the wild, wordless world of fantasy and lust. Ed gave himself over to sensation, deliberating blocking out memories of Nikki with black-skinned men, either in the past or the future.

Her interactions with Charles were different the next day at breakfast she was friendly and flirty but Ed didn't feel quite as excluded and realized that he didn't even mind Nikki flirting and teasing while Charles when he brought them their meals or drinks. Ed knew it was never a good idea to get chummy with the crew on a yacht and never had that axiom been clearer to him than it was now but it did seem harmless. 

There were several different games available on the boat, and for most of the morning, Ed and Nikki engaged in them, but she was distracted a few times by Charles. Just before lunch, he locked himself and Nikki in the small lounge and made her favorite drink for her. He removed what few clothes she wore and slowly sucked her nipples before slipping a finger between her warm thighs. Maybe if he showed her what real lovemaking was, how nothing could replace the sexual trust between two committed people, she'd forget Charles was even onboard.

His fingers dipped into her wetness, making his mouth crave more titflesh. She writhed and spread her legs open wider. His hunger threatened to make him dizzy—he wanted to do everything with her that she'd done with those men a few days earlier. He wanted to exhaust her, please her beyond any pleasure she'd ever known. His cock oozed pre-come and his balls were big with want.

"I love this," she whispered. 

He was too horny to speak but loved listening to her. He stroked her swollen clit a little faster. 

"I love when you play with my clit," she continued. "Slide your fingers inside me." He slipped one up her cunt. "Put one up my ass."

Carefully, he inched inside that special recess that he'd seen the other two men help themselves to just recently. 

"I like it up my ass. Did you like seeing me get fucked up my ass, baby?"

"Oh, yeah," he rasped. "I loved my little slut getting banged." He squeezed her tit hard now, tonguing her nipple like he wanted to wear it down.

"I loved knowing you were watching. I creamed more knowing you were there, getting hard, jacking off..."

"I was, I was."

"Think about it. Think about watching his dick slamming into me. Wouldn't that be good?"

Ed's heart pounded against his rib cage. He thought of that night briefly but to his horror it was replaced in his mind by another more disturbing if that was even possible vision. He envisioned Nikki bent over, offering her tight little ass to Charles, who towered over her, dominating her, controlling every thrust up her hole and extracting moans and squeals from her that Ed never could. He hated the idea so much his balls threatened to burst.

He moved to put himself between her legs. He then eased her legs up and pushed them toward her head so he could see that sweet little hole that had taken so much action, action that he'd watched and salivated over. Now he rubbed her own juices over that very opening. The one that didn't seem to belong to him. The one that was for the others. He'd never thought of her asshole that way, but now at this moment, it seemed right to reserve that orifice for the slutty Nikki's escapades, not for his wife Nikki's lovemaking. 

"Fuck me with something," she gasped.

His cock looked magnified, almost like someone else's. Charles? No, Charles would be bigger. Charles would spread her wider than he was doing right now. He'd go in deeper, make wider circles with his hips. His black meat would disappear into Nikki's white ass then reappear just as suddenly, and she would squirm and beg for more.

She watched him as these images tumbled through his head. She squeezed her tits and shook them at him while he plunged into her pussy. She took a nipple in each hand and squeezed, making them pinker, redder, harder. He took her clit between his fingers and emulated her movements, tweaking that slippery button until her eyelashes fluttered like hummingbird wings.

A small gush of pussy juice shot at his hand to announce her orgasm. She shouted and bucked while he fucked her, at last allowing his stored-up jism to fill her up good. 

When he was finished—and when he was sure she was finished—something kept him from pulling out. He wanted to stay inside, to shrink within the confines of her tightness. She looked at him, smiling with residual delirium.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too."

She chuckled. "I kind of feel like I just had two men again."

He knew exactly what she meant. What he didn't know was whether he liked it.

"Its going to be so fabulous," she said quietly. "I'm going to love these weeks. Forget about Charles being here. You can have me whenever you want."

Shrinkage was occurring at an alarming rate. He'd soon be out of her hole whether he liked it or not.

"Please don't embarrass me, Nikki. I told you how I feel."




Journey to Another Life Ch. 07



"Tell me something, and remember our honesty pact. I saw how turned on you were just now. Were you thinking about Charles fucking me."

That's it. He was out of her. And his brain hurt from trying to evade her questions. He moved to her side.

"I was but I certainly want that to remain a thought rather then a memory" 

"I mean have you thought about how awkward it could be if something like that happened? We may not seem like a lot of time here, but it could feel like an eternity if something happened and I didn't handle it well or even worse he's made to feel uncomfortable or if he resents being put in that position?"

"What position? On top?" Nikki teased.

"Be serious, babe. There's only the three of us on this boat and we can't avoid each other. He has to cook for us and technically, our lives are in his hands because he is, in case you've forgotten, the captain. What if something did happen and it all went wrong with you or I got jealous and things got ugly?"

"I think you are jealous," she said, pouting.

"Of course I'm jealous."

"But you don't have to be! I'm not in love with Charles. And nothing is going to happen! I am just flirting with a guy I find attractive like I've done before"

"But you could take it further, you want to take it further."

"Maybe I could but it would still be different than what we did. I have attraction for Charles and I admit I wonder what it would be like to get into his pants, but it will never rival what you and I have and I agree with you that it might be difficult for us so I'm totally against it. You don't have to worry. I don't want to take it further"

"But you mentioned you want to get into his pants..."

"Does wanting always have to mean doing? I am only teasing , the both of you actually"

He sighed. "I don't know, Nikki."

"I know the prospect turns you on. And you know it turns me on. And if you allow yourself to enjoy it just like you do when you watch me dancing with another guy then I think it will be worth your while. I promise not to take it too far and leave you out of things"

He looked at her, trying to figure out what she meant. He couldn't very well ask if she was implying that she might have left him out before and was apologizing. With Nikki, though, anything was possible and he put no surprise beyond her capacity to deliver it. 

"Let me take control of this fantasy thing from now on," she said, playing with the hair at his ballsac. "I think I know now what we both want to do and I think I know that we have limits we should adhere to and I know I can make fun for us. Think of the possibilities, Ed. We don't have to actaully do anything with anyone else. Just leave it to me and I'll make sure you get a bit of a show and a wonderful time. But you have to stop worrying, nothing you don't want to happen will happen."

"I don't like this feeling, Nikki. And I sense that you are attracted to Charles more than you realize." 

"And I sense that you forget how much watching me flirt turns you on."

"No, it doesn't."

She laughed. "Then what is this?" She held his hard shaft in her hand.

By dinner that evening, she seemed to be under the impression he'd calmed down about the matter and relaxed as she knew he eventually would. 

Dinner was a quiet affair and Charles didn't join them until well after desert and then only briefly for a drink. Nikki certainly didn't ignore Charles presence and was engaging and flirty as usual but she at no stage caused Ed any feeling of being left out and Ed found himself far more comfortable and not even the slightest bit perturbed. They went to bed early and found themselves something to do until sleep took them soundly.

In the morning Nikki rose without complaint after Ed returned from his sunrise rounds.

"You're pretty chipper this morning," he observed, happy to see her bright-eyed and alert so early in the day but curious about why.

"It's a gorgeous day! Plus, I'm hungry," she said in a conspiratorial whisper. "I hope Charles can whip up something fast."

He grinned at her enthusiasm as he escorted her from their stateroom to the main deck.The hours between 6:00 and 9:00 a.m. in the Caribbean were Ed's favorite. The sun's fresh clarity, not yet blistering hot, cast a special gleam on land and sea. Water sparkled, the horizon beckoned, and the cleanest possible light infused everything it touched. Disarray transformed into order and anything soiled could appear to be spotless under the morning island sun's soft, forgiving radiance. He attributed his ability to overlook (or ignore) Nikki's eagerness that morning to the magical powers of the Caribbean sunshine.

Upon becoming aware of their approach, Charles appeared, slightly surprised to see them so early but gracious nonetheless.

"Good morning to you both. What can I get for you while I make breakfast?"

"Good morning to you, Captain!" Nikki said. "I hope we didn't upset your plans by showing up for breakfast so early."

Ed winced. Apologizing to a crewmember, particularly the captain, was rarely necessary, and frankly, only done in extreme circumstances. Charles was at their service, and unless Ed and Nikki abused him in some way, it was unwise to disturb the employer/employee balance. Then again, when Ed considered just how far Nikki had gone so far to to disturb that balance, he decided it wasn't worth drawing attention to her comment.

"Oh, it's no problem, Nikki, I assure you."

Ed winced again. He'd never heard his wife's name on Charles's lips prior to this moment. It was nothing less than jarring.

"In that case, then, something tall and cool would be great," Nikki said as she held Charles's gaze. "Maybe do something creative with coffee. I like the dark stuff," she added with a wink. The double-entendre caused the captain to stand a little straighter and smile wider.

She wore the black and aqua bikini that morning, the one with tiny chains that connected random parts of the skimpy suit. A coordinating sarong covered her from the waist down, but as she seated herself on what had become her favorite lounge chair, the sarong opened to reveal long, slim, tanned legs that ended in a black, high-heeled mules adorned with one blooming teal-colored flower attached to the strap. Charles watched her with the face of a man who knows he should look away but can't.

"I'll make something special," Charles said before turning to Ed. "And for you, Ed?"

"Make it two," Ed said cheerfully. "I like surprises." Had he ordered the same thing in order to simplify things or to rob Nikki and Charles of the attempted exclusivity? 

"And don't go to too much trouble with breakfast," Nikki said just as he started to retreat to the kitchen. "If we're going snorkeling today, a lot of food is just going to slow us down."

A pause hung over the conversation. Charles looked at Ed, Ed raised an eyebrow at Nikki. "Are we going snorkeling today?"

"We sure are."

"Huh. That's the first I've heard of it."

"Good thing you like surprises, then, isn't it?" She chuckled and untied her sarong. "Charles, I hope you can come along...?"

As she made eye contact with the good-looking captain again, she opened her sarong to reveal the tiniest of bikini bottoms. Not only did the fabric just barely cover what Ed knew to be her meticulously trimmed pubic patch, but the delicate chain connecting that fabric to the ridiculously small piece across her hip sparkled in the sunlight with the same kind of flirtation that danced in her eyes. 

Charles reluctantly looked away to face Ed. "Would that be acceptable to you?"

Ed had looked away from Nikki reluctantly, too, and so needed a moment to process Charles's question. The snorkeling. Yes. That was it. 

"If that's what the lady wants, I'm all for it," Ed told him, trying for reasons even unknown to himself to reassure Charles that he was welcome.

"Then, I'd love to come," Charles said as he turned back to Nikki. "Thank you for asking."

"Now go make me that drink!" Nikki teased.

The moment Charles was out of earshot, Ed seized the moment. "Just when I think you've found all the swimsuits that cause coronaries, I see you in another one."

She giggled. "Like it? I've been saving it."

"I think Charles liked it, too."

"That's good," she said, smiling. "You're okay with all of us snorkeling together, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am, but it would have been nice if you'd asked me first."

"Sorry," she pouted through her smile, "but you know I'm on a mission to have fun today."

"I know," Ed replied, his exasperation a mix of mock and real. "Just take it easy, okay?"

"I kind of thought it would be rude not to invite him, I forget these things you know" she reminded him.

He laughed, but didn't push the discussion further. Neither did she. She seemed lost in thought as she turned her face toward the sky and offered her exquisite body to the sun.

When Charles returned with three tall glasses of mocha-colored liquid, Nikki sat up straighter and squealed. The movement made her breasts jiggle. "Look at what a genius you are! What have you made?" She tucked her long legs under her thighs, as if to invite Charles to sit where her legs had been. Charles remained standing and served her the first drink.

"This is the Nikki Special," he said in the same tone of voice Ed knew he'd use with his customers at his restaurant. 

"What's in it?" She asked, eyes wide.

"Taste it and then I'll tell you."

She tasted it, swallowing slowly so that the men could imagine the liquid slithering down her throat. "That is positively sinful," she finally said. "Ed, taste yours."

Charles served him and Ed sucked a bit of the concoction through his straw. It was, of course, delicious. "I have to admit I'm dying to know what's in it myself," Ed announced.

"Well, there's coffee, of course—"

"Mocca," Nikki interjected.

"Espresso, in fact," Charles replied. "And a bit of mango sorbet and Cointreau."

"Is that all?" Nikki eyed him suspiciously.

"No, there is one more ingredient, but because I am the chef, I must have some secrets. I cannot divulge all of them."

Nikki laughed and even Ed was amused by Charles's playful manner. "I'm glad you made one for yourself," Nikki pointed out.

"It's one of my favorites," he confessed.

"Sit down and enjoy it," she said, patting the portion of her chaise she'd cleared for him. Charles didn't ask anybody's permission this time—he just sat down. Ed was struck by how beautiful both of them were: Charles with his ebony skin and elegant bone structure, Nikki with her centerfold body and insouciant smile. How would it have been if Charles was the man in their fantasy? Ed wondered, before putting the thought out of his head.

The scrumptious drink and intoxicating morning air conspired to make Ed toss his worries aside and just let fate unfold. That, and the fact that Charles and Nikki immediately began to verbally joust with each other as if they had been friends for years. The conversation amused Ed greatly as he knew Charles had no chance.

"Come on. What do I have to do to make you tell me what else is in this drink?" Nikki purred at the black man.

"I am like a prisoner. Just name, rank, and serial number," Charles teased right back.

"Every soldier has his breaking point," Nikki said. "I won't rest until I find yours."

"I am at your mercy then."

"Actually, I could order you to do anything at all for the duration of this cruise. Technically."

"I suppose that's true. And I would comply."

"Would you?"

"Of course."

"Then what's in this drink?"

They both burst out laughing. 

"Am I turning into too much of a sun worshipper?" Nikki asked. Both Ed and Charles laughed and shook their heads which encouraged her further.

"I mean I usually like to bask once in a while but rarely this early.It's been known to relax me but I don't like it when it gets too hot."

She stared at Ed and paused, obviously holding an internal debate with herself about whether to keep teasing him about being too hot. Something in her face told Ed she'd decided to let it slide. Instead, she took a new and more direct approach. 

"Well, for me, the hotter the better. I'm about to grab some rays before we snorkel. Which one of you wouldn't mind putting oil on my back?"

Now Charles glanced at Ed, who immediately shut his eyes, pretending to be lost in the languor of the morning sun. He didn't want to bail Charles out or give him permission. He wanted him to deal with the sexual tension Nikki was so artfully building. And pay Nikki back for being such a tease.

"All right," Charles said.

He got to his feet to allow Nikki to position herself as she wanted on the chaise. Ed half-opened one eye to watch the scene, stifling a smile at how awkward Charles looked holding his tall, dark drink in his hand while Nikki made herself comfortable. When she'd found a position she liked, she reached around behind her, unhooked the small chain that held her bikini top in place, then let the ends fall to her sides. Most women would have stopped there, but Nikki followed up the gesture with a slight lift of her torso and a yank at one end of the bikini top. Seconds later, the top lay in a heap on the deck next to her chaise as if to announce, beyond any doubt, that she was indeed topless.

"Okay, have your way with me!" Nikki said. She lay on her stomach, face turned toward Charles. "I like it thick, by the way."

Ed saw Charles pause. The man was obviously confused by her last remark and Ed suddenly felt sorry for the poor chap. He was enjoying Charles's discomfort and at the same time enjoying the view his wife was giving him. He felt no tension and instead he settled into a relaxed mode he hadn't felt before. He had to add to Charles's predicament.

"She means the suntan lotion," he commented from behind his pretend closed eyes.

Relief and comprehension spread across Charles's face as Nikki laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry! I should have made myself clearer. Yes, Charles—I like my suntan application thick. There's a bottle right on the table there."

Charles looked chagrined but stayed good natured. He knew enough, too, not to just squeeze the lotion directly onto her smooth, taut back—he poured a bit into his palm and emulsified it first, warming it before applying it. 

Ed watched the big, black hands slowly work the product into her skin. Was it his imagination or was Charles moving with more deliberation than he needed to? His hands roamed the contours of her back in broad, sweeping strokes that seemed to happen in slow motion. The abundance of lotion made her back gleam, emphasizing its health, its youth, its nakedness.

"Do you snorkel often, Charles?" Nikki asked as his hands slid along her waist. 

"A couple of times a month, usually. I prefer diving but it's harder for me to find the time for that."

"Hmmmm...."

Another silence hung between them. Neither Ed nor Charles was certain whether her "hmmmm" meant she was thinking about something or just enjoying Charles's touch. Finally, Charles asked her.

"Do you dive, too, Nikki?"

"No, I never have, but I was just trying to picture how I'd look in a wet suit!"

His laugh was deep and throaty. He seemed genuinely amused. "You would look fine, I look like a fearsome amphibian!" 

They all laughed at that, and while they did, Nikki separated her legs a little before turning slightly and winking at Ed. 

"Charles, I hate to impose on you any further, but if you could work that stuff into my thighs, I'd appreciate it." She reached for her Nikki Special and sucked down a few inches of it before returning it to the deck floor.

The sight of Charles's hands playing so near to her buttocks prompted Ed to take another long swig of his drink, too. The man's pink nails skimmed the firm, supple slopes where thigh met ass cheek, then practically disappeared along the insides of her thighs. 

"Oh, that's perfect," Nikki meowed. "I can never quite get at those spots myself. Thank you so much, Charles."

"You're welcome," came the quiet, controlled reply.

"And I guess you might as well do my calves, as well. As long as you're there."

Ed wondered whether Charles was fighting a woody as much as he was. He wanted to see what was going in the big man's shorts but he dared not allow himself to look. No matter what he saw, it would displease him. He shut his eyes for real and let Nikki weave her spell. Besides, if he watched any more, his own erection might threaten to betray him.

"If I may, I'll clean up after breakfast now," Charles announced.

"Oh sure. Thanks again. See you in about an hour, then?"

"Very good."

Ed said nothing to Nikki after Charles's exit, and she said nothing to him. Gradually, morning glory was replaced by torrid midday heat.

Snorkeling evolved into a pleasant enough affair, with the waters warm and tranquil, and the marine life colorful. Nikki swam in her blue and black bikini, seemingly unaware of its failure to keep her entirely covered as she pursued anything that caught her eye. She didn't overtly flirt with Charles and she devote most of her attention to Ed. Perhaps, Ed reasoned, she knew her real work had already been accomplished on the boat. The snorkeling was merely an excuse to let the men stew in their own juices for a while.

Charles rose to the surface first, beckoning Ed and Nikki to join him. 

"If you're ready for lunch, I'll return to the boat and make the two of you a picnic lunch. You can enjoy it on that island over there." He pointed to a very small, somewhat distant patch of land in the distance. "I'll take you."

"That sounds fantastic," Ed assured him before Nikki could voice her opinion. "We'd love that, Charles."

They returned to the boat as a group, with Ed and Nikki heading directly to their cabin to change out of their snorkeling gear and freshen up. Nikki had to peel out of her delicately constructed bikini carefully, so Ed seized the time to use the bathroom. 

Although he didn't intend to tell Nikki, he was thrilled by the prospect of spending the afternoon alone with her in a place where Charles would be absent. He liked Charles, of course, but he wasn't sure whether he could endure another several hours watching Nikki weave a more intricate web of her exhibitionist teasing around him. It had been fascinating to watch—his hard-on told him so—but he found himself wishing things would slow down a little. He knew what Nikki wanted for them he wanted it too, but he had to do it at his own pace.

Seconds after he turned off the shower, he heard a gasp from the bedroom. A million possibilities raced through his mind, each inspiring a uniquely disturbing response from him. He wrapped a towel around his midsection and bolted out of the bathroom.

He found her kneeling on the bed, naked, peering through the blinds that covered the rear porthole. His first thought: thank goodness she's alone. His second thought: thank goodness she's safe.

"What is it, sweetheart?" He asked her, thinking she'd spotted something wrong with the boat. Upon coming up behind her to share the view, he instantly discovered what had caused her to gasp.

Charles, who obviously didn't know the boat well enough to realize he could be seen, stood naked and unashamed under the pontoon shower at the rear of the boat. With complete ease and not a glimmer of self-consciousness, he relaxed as the spray rinsed the ocean salt off his body. His fit, black physique, slick from the water, stretched in grateful response to the warm, refreshing gush. His back was to his audience, putting his firm ass cheeks on display, but when he turned to reveal a soaped up cock and balls, Nikki gasped again.

Ed was tempted to gasp, too. Never had he seen a flaccid cock so thick and long—not in a porn film or in a locker room. Charles stroked his meat to work up more suds and a silence so heavy fell on Ed and Nikki that it was almost painful.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 08



Authors note: Sorry this Chapter has taken a bit longer to get out but hopefully the next few chapters will be quicker. As always reasonable comments and feedback and welcome. Anything unreasonable or abusive will be deleted.

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After she'd skipped off, small beach bag in hand, he felt that he, too, was at the beginning of a great adventure. The prospect of Nikki alone with the monstrously well-hung Charles made him harder than if he were off to see the Hollywood starlet of his fantasies. 

He didn't like being this way. Why had he given his wife permission to spend the afternoon working her wiles on their big, black captain? Even if it was all harmless why hadn't he stopped her and forbidden her to pursue these unorthodox fantasies? 

He shut his eyes tight and pulled hard on his shaft. A small part of him wanted to feel pain, either as a distraction from his thoughts or as outright punishment. But that small part couldn't hold a candle to the loud, persistent drive that compelled him to picture his beautiful lady in the arms of the tallest, blackest, sexiest man he knew.

Even though he'd seen her flirt shamelessly with Charles, his imagination preferred less verbal communication between them. In his mind, Nikki sat on the deck of the ship, naked, with her back to Charles. Her legs were as wide apart as scissor blades prepared for an enormous task, and she bent forward from the waist. The effect was a blatantly salacious display of her backside, ass cheeks separated, opening her to whatever Charles wanted. She would wait until he came to her and fingered the pinkness she offered him. He'd begin by stroking her asshole, awed by how it beckoned him with its sensuous pucker. She'd sigh and lean further forward, reaching out to her sides to grab her toes, and in the process revealing the moist labia that she wanted him to play with next. 

Charles's big fingers, not clumsy in the least, would explore her every fold. He'd kneel behind her and appear to be in no big hurry to lick her asshole or tongue-fuck her cunt. He'd even keep his hands off his big dick—he'd be too enamoured with Nikki's juicy goods.

Ed cupped his balls in one hand while his other traveled the length of his cock. Up and down it went, pulling and squeezing and desperately rubbing the fantasy into his skin while his balls longed to spit it back up. But he wasn't ready to come yet. He had another vision he wanted to enjoy.

Nikki bent over the bow of the boat, smiling with her face to the breeze as Charles penetrated her with long, strong thrusts. She wore some kind of flouncy skirt, high heels, and no panties. Her long hair whipped about in the sea air and she was decidedly topless. Her heels helped her push her ass at Charles, who grinned each time she slammed her cheeks at his abdomen.

Ed's cock, Charles's cock—there was no longer much difference between the two. Nikki's wet hole, so familiar to Ed, accommodated the thick black dick just as it tightened around his own. Heat merged with moisture, taut skin yielded to hungry hands. Cocks disappeared into creamy darkness. Ed's head spun with images that sent his body into sensory overdrive. He was Charles, he was Ed, he fucked Nikki, he watched Nikki. He imagined her shouts over the bow of the boat as Charles insinuated every long inch of himself between her legs. Her eyes would bug out of her head even more than when she'd seen him in the shower. Charles wouldn't have to ram her hard or push in terribly deep—just filling her would be all she'd need to careen into oblivion.

As in real life, her shouts gave his balls permission to empty. His come shot out with such force, he winced as it splattered on his neck and chin. He didn't wipe it off immediately, preferring to lay with the hot, sticky evidence of his depravity. And as he fell asleep, images of Nikki's ass and Charles's fingers floated through his dreams in random collages, determined to ensure that he not forget, even for a moment, that his beautiful wife craved a large black man, and that every aspect of her desire turned him on.

He didn't sleep very long—maybe forty minutes. He awoke to itchy skin on his belly, where his semen had dried and was now peeling off in white, transparent flakes. After sex with Nikki and sex with himself, his nap had been a deep one, however, and he now felt alert and refreshed.

Staring at the ceiling, reality came rushing back to him. Nikki and Charles were on the island, without him. Anything could be happening. He sat upright, blinking, nostrils flaring. He decided he has to see if he could catch a glimpse of them, so he got dressed and headed for the main deck.

The boat wasn't so far away from the island that he could be assured of not being seen, so he didn't linger on deck. He headed for the bridge, which faced the island. 

He saw them immediately. They sat rather close to each other on a blanket near the shore. Nevertheless, he couldn't spot any indication of inappropriate touching or telltale body language. They looked like two platonic friends enjoying a little picnic.

Part of him was pleased the other part thought it disappointing, he thought about his conflicting emotions, his big head, his little head and his heart all wanted to go in different directions. He frowned.

Not content with what he could see from this distance, he reached for the binoculars to get a closer look. Sure enough, the scene took on a different flavour entirely.

Nikki sat quite close to Charles, and although she'd left the cabin wearing her blue and black bikini, she now wore the infamous white one. Where had she made that little wardrobe change? And is that what she'd packed in her bag? Maybe that and a few extra large condoms? A bottle of lubricant, perhaps? No, Ed thought ruefully, if there's one thing Nikki never needed, it was lube.

He zoomed in on the couple and noticed that the white bikini clung to her skin. It appeared to be wet and so transparent, he could see her nipples, even from this distance. Had they gone swimming? Or maybe she'd gone alone while he prepared the picnic spread? That might explain the change of bikinis—she never did like to sit around in a wet swimsuit but she was now. Still, though, where did she make the change? There were no structures on the island and very few trees to hide behind. 

She touched Charles's arm and they laughed in unison at something she said. Ed watched for five more minutes but never saw another touch. They talked quite a lot, though, and Ed found himself just as tense about that than about the touching. Were they talking about him? Maybe sharing a laugh at his expense?

He put the binoculars in his lap and took a deep breath. He knew his paranoia was the outgrowth of his insecurity, but he couldn't seem to stop it. Their laughter and convivial, cozy meal on the beach threatened him as much as catching them making love.  

He could not bear the thought of losing Nikki's heart. In his mind her body, he could share as part of an erotic fantasy, but sharing her affection was another matter entirely, and not one that he'd easily accept. He could sit and count the number of touches between them, but what did it matter if the smiles were warm and the eyes sparkling? Her nipples visible through her top meant nothing in comparison with the possibility of her love shifting from him to Charles. 

He didn't dwell on these fears. His erection wouldn't let him. 

What irony, he thought. I fantasize about her getting it on with him and then am terrified imagining her falling in love with him. He picked up the binoculars again, keen to find signals of sexual misconduct, present or future. Then he remembered her promise not to do anything with Charles and this was the proof of his trust. Ed knew, however, that she was sowing the seeds of her seduction through words and innuendo. He wished he could hear what was going on between them and how she was working her way into the black man's libido.

He recalled how completely Nikki had captivated him when they'd met more than a year ago. Could anyone resist falling in love with her? If Nikki hinted she wanted Charles, was Charles strong enough to resist her attentions? Could he be impervious to her charms? Even if what Nikki promised came true that it was harmless flirting and nothing would happen. What if all this flirting and teasing affected Charles and he fell in love with Nikki? It wasn't a state easily overcome, and Ed hated to think about the poor guy pining away when the cruise was over and being forever resentful of Ed. Then again, the prospect did have its advantages. Ed had to admit that being the victor in any realm always gave him great pleasure. He enjoyed being envied, especially where Nikki was concerned.

He put his face in his hands and rubbed his weary eyes. What thoughts to be having on his honeymoon, he thought, shaking his head.

But couldn't he just go along with what she wanted? This was the proof of his trust. He resigned himself to go with the flow and relax.

He decided to stop watching the show on the island. He availed himself of the whiskey he knew awaited him in the cockpit. Being sober and alone held no advantage over being drunk and alone, he reasoned. He settled in with a full bottle to enjoy the afternoon sun. 

"Where's Ed?" Charles asked her when she appeared before him, smiling and ready to depart for the island.

"Not coming!" she said, smiling as if the circumstance were exactly what they'd both been waiting for. 

Charles hesitated. Being alone with Nikki could only result in trouble, and he couldn't imagine that Ed wouldn't know that. 

"Oh, you big scaredy cat," she joked. "You'll have to escort me to the island yourself. Are you afraid I'll bite?"

Ignoring the umpteen responses he could have made to her remark, he just smiled back as politely as he could. Together, they set off for the island with the picnic lunch he'd packed. 

She still wore that distracting bikini with the tiny chains—the ones he wanted to break in order to free her lovely body from any clothing whatsoever. Ever since the day before, when her flirting had been so obvious that he had fully expected Ed to intervene, he'd been fantasizing about Nikki and wondering how he'd get through the whole cruise without misbehaving. 

He'd been on the receiving end of many passes in his life, especially when he was at the helm of a ship. Women seemed to like a man in command of a vessel, he'd noticed. But they'd always been of the bimbo variety—women out for fun and games, with no concept of or interest in a mature relationship. They treated everything, including sex, like a sport or a hobby, and they had little to say that endeared them to him.

And that's where Nikki posed the biggest problem for him. Not only did she have an irresistible body, but she was also warm and funny and bright. Genuine, even. Whenever he saw her with Ed, Charles could see how enchanted Ed was with her spirit and her energy, both of which were contagious.

He respected Ed as a man as well as a seaman and he was well aware of his reputation in yachting circles as not being another wealthy playboy who treated yachting as a plaything but rather a serious man who sailed to win who just happened to be wealthy and able to indulge in a sport he truly loved and excelled at. He was honoured to serve as both captain and cook on his honeymoon cruise and had no intention of embarrassing himself or giving Ed reason to believe him unworthy of respect. Nikki, however, seemed determined to test his commitment to propriety. 

While he set up their picnic on the beach, she told him she was going to take a little swim. "It's so hot!" she announced. But before she ran into the water, she stripped off her bikini bottom, pretending to believe he was occupied with lunch, even though they both knew he was watching. As she ran into the mild surf, she removed her top and tossed it behind her. He shook his head, ignored his hard-on, and, for the 93rd time, reminded himself that her husband was his employer.

He kept her visible in his peripheral vision, so that when she emerged from the ocean, he turned his back. But she ran up to the blanket where her bag sat and dug into it while he busied himself with details that needed no attention. She put on the dry, white bikini while only inches away from him but he never looked at her. 

"There," she said. "That's better."

Judging from the shifting shadows and the inflection of her voice, he discerned that she was now clothed again and sat on the beach blanket. Cautiously, he ventured eye contact.

"Did you have a good swim?"

"Oh, yes," she said. "I hope I didn't embarrass you. I love skinny dipping!"

He handed her a plate of the ceviche he'd prepared and looked her directly in the eye. "No, you didn't embarrass me. I didn't watch you."

Her eyebrows went up and she tilted her head. "Why not?"

She hadn't fully dried off from her swim and now her white bikini, which was more suggestive than her unadorned, naked body, clung to her nipples. His throat was tight with unexpressed desire. "It would have been impolite," he said.

She laughed. "If you'd been the one to undress me, that would have been impolite." She scooped up a bit of the ceviche with one of the chips he'd set out and paused to savour its goodness. "Damn, you're a fantastic chef."

"Thank you," he said, beaming. He had to be careful to sit in such a way to hide his formidable erection, which wasn't easy. It was difficult to relax in such an awkward position.

"But back to my nakedness," she continued. "I felt it was only fair that you see me without clothes." She took another bite and locked gazes with him. 

"Fair?" 

"I saw you without yours," she said. Her grin had grown into a wicked smile.

Panic made him immobile. When? How? What was she talking about? He didn't want to be having this conversation and yet, he was having a delightful time with it.

"Aren't you going to ask me where?" she egged him on.

"I think you'll tell me anyway," he said.

She giggled. "You're right. I will." She dipped another chip into the ceviche. "When you showered after we went diving. It's right outside our cabin window."

"Oh, my goodness," he said, flushed and humiliated. "I didn't know. I'm so sorry, Nikki. I would never have deliberately—"

"I know! I know!" she said, laughing. She put a hand on his arm to reassure him but the heat from it was anything but reassuring. It was incendiary and tempting, seductive and dangerous. "But it turned me on like you wouldn't believe."

He could no longer eat. He tried to imagine what she'd seen, how he'd moved. Just how humiliated should he be? The conversation threatened to go beyond the boundaries of flirtation, and his manners were wearing thin.

"Nikki, your directness leaves me at a loss for words."

"Sometimes words aren't necessary. But I did want you to know that I'm not likely to forget what I saw today. Your body is incredible."

"Thank you...I think" Hiding his hard-on seemed a ridiculous endeavour, given the direction of the conversation. He stopped crouching and let her see what her words were doing to him. Holding back anything from her took too much energy.

"Oh, god," she moaned, noticing the massive bulge in his shorts. "That's what I'm talking about," she added, now smiling sweetly at him. She didn't move and neither did he. His cock, the silent but most significant participant in the conversation, lured her with something he could only describe as magical. The longer she stared, the bigger he got. "I haven't made any secret of my attraction to you, Charles. I guess you've noticed that. But I'm curious about how you feel about me." 

His captain's demeanour crumbled in the face of her admission. "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Nikki. And I think Ed is the luckiest man alive!"

Her bright eyes lit up still more and her smile widened. Relief flooded her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Charles sputtered. "I should never have said that." But there was no going back. His words could never be rescinded and his attraction to her never in doubt again. He had to last quite a while longer on their boat—what on earth had he gone and done?

She inched closer to him, laughing to help lighten the tension. "Well, Charles, I think I feel quite similar about you! What do you think about that?"

He comprehended what her admission was suggesting and then set his jaw and shook his head. "I couldn't do that to Ed." Fucking Ed, he heard his mind mumble.

"You don't have to worry about that." She seemed very chipper. Excited about something.

"He wouldn't mind?"

She squinted a little and pursed her lips. "Well, he would mind I'm sure and that creates a problem." 

Her face was very close to his and she smelled of fresh flowers and the sea. She was like the catcher at a baseball game, waving him in to home plate, encouraging him to score. His mouth longed to touch hers, but as he moved in to kiss her, she stopped him.

"He knows I'm attracted to you, I promised him nothing physical would happen between us. I'm afraid I love him way too much and I don't want to do anything behind his back, Charles. I hope you understand."

Yes, she was definitely different from the spoiled brats and heartless mistresses who'd seduced him in the past. She loved her husband and didn't want to hurt him. 

"But I need to tell you that I have been my attraction to you as fantasy material to improve our sex life!" She laughed. Just when he thought her tits couldn't look any more delectable, her nipples protruded just a little more.

He needed information. "Are you two some kind of ... swingers?" They were recently married, so he didn't expect that they were, but these days, it was hard to know what people were into.

Nikki chuckled. "Swingers? Probably I am at heart, but Ed isn't. Yet." 

"I ask because I've had some shipboard affairs on cruises in the past where the husbands were aware or even watched. Some joined in. Is that what you were interested in doing?"

Nikki's intelligent eyes registered a new level of interest as she absorbed what he said. "I would be interested, yes, but well ... lets just say our experiences as a couple with that area haven't been successful. We have done some things I'm sure Ed wasn't quite ready for and I think we need some time as a couple to heal things over and allow Ed to trust his feelings. I love him very much and want to be patient with him and only do what he really wants. I think that, and I hope you don't think I am using you, well ...when I saw you I couldn't deny the attraction I felt and Ed noticed that too but by keeping things on a safe level I think Ed will see he's got nothing to fear. Its got a lot to do with the thing we did that happened recently. I want to flirt and not deny the attraction I have for you but its important to me Ed knows that he is my man and I can resist your charms. I would love us to have a fling Charles and we both know it would be amazing but I love Ed too much to have that happen. Unless he changes his mind completely I think we shall have to remain flirty friends. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Well I'll always hope he does change his mind but I promise you and Ed that I would never intrude uninvited. As for us being flirty friends? I'll have to try hard but I can manage it, I think I'll remember you for a long time Nikki and always think of Ed as the luckiest man in the world" he said wistfully, proud now of the way his cock reared up its head as if to point out that time was of the essence but probably had passed them by. "Would you like to take a walk?" he asked, gesturing toward the alluring shoreline.

"Yes," she smiled. "I'd love that."

He extended his hand to help her up, and each of them silently noted the thrill of holding the other's hand and the massive relaxation of tension from the conversation. 




Journey to Another Life Ch. 08



"Didja have a nice time?" Ed called to the returning picnickers as they boarded the boat. 

Charles and Nikki did a double-take, jaws temporarily hanging open to see Ed so inebriated. Nikki had never seen him this way. Charles was uncertain about what it meant and looked as if he thought jumping over the side of the boat might be a viable means of escape. Poor guy, Ed thought. Little does he know that I don't blame a pawn for the actions of a queen.

Yes, Ed was indeed drunk but he was aware of it, which meant he couldn't really be all that drunk. But he did enjoy the fear he seemed to be inspiring. 

Nikki found her husband's enunciation problems mildly entertaining as well as a little disconcerting. "Yes, sweetheart, it was lovely, thank you," she said, disarming him with a smile. "Did you have a good rest? I see you managed to start pre-dinner drinks straight after the post-lunch ones!"

Ed chuckled in agreement. "Well, I thought a bit of a head start might do me some good."

She laughed with Ed, kissed his forehead, and pulled up a chair nearby. Charles smiled but without the sincerity Ed had seen before. Had something actually happened on that damn island to make Charles feel so guilty he couldn't even muster a genuine smile? But Nikki showed no signs of remorse—and she wouldn't be able to hide that if she felt it. Anyway, she'd promised not to act on anything she felt, so he had to trust that she'd held to that vow. Ed glanced at Charles, who seemed quite eager to slip away. Might as well let him. Ed was just disoriented enough not to care whether the man stayed.

"See you later, Charles," Nikki called after the departing black man. "I had a wonderful time."

Charles turned, smiled, and nodded before he disappeared from deck.

If Ed didn't know better, he'd think they had some kind of secret between them.

Nikki poured herself a drink from a different bottle than Ed favoured, then settled comfortably into her chair. She crossed her long legs and stared off at the sea. 

"I may have a little more whiskey in me than we all might like, but I could swear you were wearing a different bikini when you left here this afternoon," he said.

She grinned. He couldn't read her expression from behind her sunglasses but it was clear that he'd noticed something she'd hoped he wouldn't. "I told you, silly, that this bikini is no longer the incendiary device it once was."

"You're not looking at it from where I'm sitting."

She turned to him, still bemused by his intoxicated state. "You know, I'm perfectly willing to tell you all about my afternoon. You don't have to be cagey. In fact, I'm dying to tell you all about it."

"Including the bikini part?"

She giggled. "Yes, including the bikini part."

"Then go ahead. I'm really interested in that part."

"You're pretty funny when you're drunk," she said, laughing. "We should get you this way more often."

"We?"

"Oh, Ed! Stop it, now. Do you want to hear what happened or not?"

"I'm listening," he told her, taking another swig from his glass.

"He packed a lovely lunch, so it's too bad that you missed that."

"Uh huh. You can spare me the culinary details." He heard himself slur "culinary" and winced.

"Hmmm. Well. I thought it was worth mentioning, since you're paying him to feed us as well as guide us through theses treacherous waters." She waved toward the tranquil ocean.

Ed bit back his comment about how the only treacherous waters on this cruise were the ones inside the boat, not outside.

"While he was setting it all out, I went skinny dipping."

"By yourself?"

"Yes. It seemed inappropriate to help him with the food, somehow, so I wanted to stay busy."

Ed's laugh bellowed around them. "Inappropriate? Nikki, sometimes you really slay me."

She shrugged and smiled.

"And he didn't by chance see you in that fetching birthday suit of yours?"

"No, I don't think so. He seemed to go to great pains not to watch me. He's such a gentleman, Ed."

"A gentleman with a big, black dick."

"He can't help what God gave him!" She laughed.

"What else happened?"

"Well, I told him that I'd seen him in the shower this morning."

"Whoa." Her boldness never ceased to amaze him. "That's a smooth opener."

"I figured 'why not?' Might as well get down to business. He was mortified, of course, but it seemed like a perfect opportunity to wiggle into a sexual realm without actually getting sexual."

"Oh yes. Very ... appropriate."

She giggled. "Well, I think it was a good segue into things. He told me that he's actually been involved in shipboard romances before—sometimes the husbands even watch!"

Well, well, Ed thought. Charles was no stranger to hanky panky on the high seas, after all. He wondered how Nikki had steered the conversation to get him to make such a disclosure, but felt too tired to ask. He had a bigger question in mind.

"Did that make you wish I'd watch you with him?"

She took another swallow and the tinkle of her ice cubes filled in the silence. "Maybe. It could be fun for you. But he and I will never get to that point, that is. Because I told him outright that nothing would happen!"

He inhaled deeply. Only a few months ago, he would have been appalled by the notion that watching another man with one's wife could be erotic. Now it seemed not only erotic but worthy of consideration. "You said that openly?"

"Yes right. That's what I said," she said decisively and put her glass on the small table next to her chair. "I told him it was flirting only and that I loved you too much for anything to happen. I hope you don't mind but I did tell him that we had a negative experience in that area, without going into details of course. I think he was a bit confused about my flirting and you being around. I think he thought we were swingers at first." she giggled. "So he knows that its harmless fun, and so do you." She didn't seem angry or irritable about it, which was a great relief to him. "I'm going down to the cabin to dress for dinner," she announced, getting to her feet. "If you're up to it, I've got a few presents for you if you'd care to join me."

The setting sun behind her nearly naked, exquisite body gave her the unlikely appearance of a goddess. Between the light and her white bikini, she looked both pure and wicked, a lethal combination. He desperately wanted whatever gifts she intended to bestow on him, and followed her to the cabin.

With another woman, he might have doubted his ability to perform after so many whiskeys. But not with Nikki.

Making allowances for his slightly addled brain and less than stellar reflexes, she took control. His clothes, what few there were of them, came off when and in the order she decided they would. He stood perfectly still while she undressed him, except that his cock responded to every touch. And every protracted minute made him harder.

When he was naked and more than a little wobbly—standing upright with an erection was tough enough, but even more challenging with too much alcohol in the bloodstream—she pressed her bikini-clad body against him and gave him a long, slow kiss. It was a kiss that contained a multitude of messages, and deciphering all of them became a sudden priority for him.

The warmth of her skin and the undulations that started at her pelvis and ended at her head conveyed the seriousness of the kiss. This was not a quick prelude to darker, nameless passions but a moment unto itself. Her body told him to pay attention to the kiss, concentrate on it. He tried.

Her mouth, sensuous and open, met his with dizzying tenderness. Because she explored him so slowly, so deliberately, he began to understand what it felt like to swoon. His knees became untrustworthy as his whole body melted from her kiss.

When her hand cupped his balls, he instinctively reached out to hold on to something, anything, that would steady him. She sensed his need for support and manoeuvred him to the bed, where she lowered him and ultimately laid him down. Her hand never left his sac.

In contrast to her careful, calculated pleasuring was her repressed passion. He felt it struggling to break free. She rarely forced herself to slow down where sex was concerned. Why was she doing it now? Because she thought he was too drunk to go faster? Ultimately, though, the reason didn't matter. Ed found that he liked this new pace, this excruciating exploration, even though he couldn't remember when he'd last exhaled.

She stood before him and as he watched, she wiggled out of her bikini bottoms as if they were unbearably hot. Then she straddled him. The heat between her legs hit his cock like a sauna. She looked into his eyes and he saw the wild, untamed beast that lurked behind them. Her hunger frightened him, especially since he sensed that it was completely for him and not for Charles.

"I want you so much," she whispered, undoing the mysterious clasp of her bikini top as she looked down at his face. "Suck my tits for me. Hard."

He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't find his target. She brought her firm, pink nipple to his mouth but he met her halfway, taking as much of her firm breast into his mouth as his lips would permit. He sucked. Hard. 

He licked the small patches of untanned skin around her nipples previously engulfed by his mouth. He sucked again. Harder this time.

She slid her very slick pussy along his cock. He felt the tip brush her hard bead of a clit over and over. 

"Do you want to feel your cock going up inside me?" She asked as she inserted his dick into her wetness. He nearly jumped at how warm she was. The walls of her pussy tightened around him. She slithered her hips downward, toward his thighs, to put him in deep. Then she hit him with it."I saw Charles cock hard today through his pants it was huge.Do you think I could even take it all?"

She planted her hands on either side of his shoulders so he could continue to suckle at her breast. Her eyes fluttered as she spoke. She came down more firmly and faster on his cock.

"Can you imagine how that cock would fill me up? Oh my, God, Ed," she panted. "Suppose I couldn't even fit all that cock in me?"

Her juices were suddenly all over the insides of her thighs and his balls. Despite all the cream, however, her internal grip didn't loosen. Her pussy muscles drew him in and up with a powerful force. The force of her desire. But for which man he wondered?

Whiskey or no, he wouldn't lay there wondering just who she was really fucking. He removed his mouth from her swollen nipple and rolled her onto her back without taking his cock out of her. She was so far into her fantasy, she didn't seem to notice the shift.

He nearly trembled as he drove his cock into her with more determination than ever. This was his wife, not Charles's. His cock in her, not his. His semen soon to be shooting into her depths.

But all he could see was that fucking dark slab of flesh, hard as steel and bigger than any sex toy they'd tried, impaling her. All that was in mind was Charles's black dick relentlessly drilling his beautiful wife, covered in her juices. He saw her slit stretched to its limit while she tried to take in more.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me," she wailed. "Fill me up!"

Her eyes were on him but seemed to look right through him. His come surged from his scrotum, a pack of wild horses crazy with freedom. His release thundered through him, leaving him shaken and dazed, and when he could finally focus on Nikki, he saw the thin sheen of sweat that coated her body.

"Damn, that was good," she whispered, green eyes glowing with delicious satisfaction. 

The sex helped Ed regain his appetite as well as some sobriety. When dinner was served, he actually felt like eating it.

Charles was the epitome of professionalism as he served all three courses. Smiles were in abundance and nothing but pleasantries tumbled out of anyone's mouth. Ed kept waiting for Nikki to invite Charles to join them for dinner, but she didn't. Yet, neither was she cold or aloof toward their captain/cook. 

He sensed something else between Nikki and Charles a relaxation of sorts. The tension wasn't there anymore. He felt relieved and then he felt himself relax. Ed wanted to kiss her for allowing the two of them to have some time as a couple, especially after she'd spent the afternoon with Charles. 

"How did that Fleischman deal ever come out?" She asked him, referring to the phone call he'd made that morning. Although she had little to no involvement in his work, she had a wonderful knack for recording pertinent details about deals and clients and business partners. It was one of many reasons he felt she was the ideal wife for him.

"I think it's going to go off as planned. The building commissioner was to meet with Jonathan this afternoon to tie up the ordinance details. I don't think there'll be any problems."

"Great!" she looked at him and took another forkful of the mango salsa Charles had topped the evening's fish with. "Isn't that the building you were thinking about moving us into?"

"It was indeed," he said, delighted that she'd remembered. "The penthouse will be available in two months. In fact, when we got home, I was going to see how you felt about moving there as soon as it was vacant. And upgraded, of course."

"No problem for me, although I do love your place. Metropolitan Home ought to do a piece on it."

"Wait'll you see the new one. A view of two bridges, parking for two cars, and two master bedrooms."

"Two is obviously the operative word! It sounds wonderful. I can't wait to see it. And to live in it!"

He described the layout and she tendered some decorating ideas. The talk turned to which friends would be most envious and which ones most often invited. They discussed the pros and cons of keeping Ed's current condominium as a second retreat, with Ed pointing out that he felt it was important to start fresh. 

"Besides, with the money from that sale, I thought we'd get something in New England. Something with a lawn for when the city seems too gray."

Neither of them seemed to even notice Charles as he cleared the dishes for each subsequent course. Ed's heart felt full, aching with gratitude to have his wife back. And then he realized she had never gone. Maybe the whole issue with Charles was an obsession in his own mind that had run its course. Or maybe it didn't consume her to the extent that he'd thought—maybe even if she acted on it, no harm would be done to their marriage. He knew she was attracted to him and he knew things were better somehow. He decided not to think about it and just enjoy the beautiful evening they were having.

They moved to the small bench at the other end of the deck to enjoy their after-dinner drinks. Ed stuck with whiskey but Nikki sipped sherry. The ocean continued its calm, and the balmy night air was neither too hot nor too sticky. It was the honeymoon Ed had envisioned, and he wanted to savour it for as long as he possibly could. Nikki was her old self, vivacious and confident, with eyes only for him. Under the Caribbean full moon, everything seemed possible.

"May I bring you anything else?" Charles asked after he'd removed all serving pieces and cleaned up in the galley. 

"Nothing at all, Charles. Everything was simply perfect," Ed told him."Why don't you join us for a drink?" he heard himself ask without feeling tense about it at all. 

Nikki looked only slightly surprised and didn't seem bothered either way which relaxed Ed further. 

"Oh, I don't know," Charles said, looking from Nikki to Ed with undisguised doubt.

"Please. We haven't seen you all night. Just one drink." Nikki added. She gave him her most winning pout. Ed knew what the man's answer would be before he even spoke it. And yet, he felt no need to protest or express disapproval. The night had been so gratifying, such a confirmation of Nikki's love and affection, and nothing about Charles anymore seemed likely to change that.

Charles still hesitated, obviously waiting for Ed to insist. Ed caught a strange look of guilt on Charles's face again. Was it actually there or did Ed assign it to him because of his own suspicions? Ed considered himself a good judge of people, and there was simply nothing about Charles to inspire dread or misgiving. It was only natural that he found Nikki attractive—what man wouldn't? Perhaps he took his own attraction to her too seriously and feared that Ed would mistrust him because of it. Somehow, Ed would have to let him know that thinking about fucking his wife and acting on it—without his permission—were two entirely different things.

Or maybe Charles wondered whether Ed, too, had seen him naked in the shower. Perhaps he feared that Ed saw his display as intentional—a kind of lure for Nikki that he couldn't hope to compete with. Oh, stop it, Ed told himself. Just have a drink with the man and stop analyzing the situation to death.

"Really Charles, we'd love it if you'd join us. Please pour yourself whatever you'd like. The night's too beautiful not to enjoy it with a fine glass of something intoxicating."

Relief spread across the black man's face. "Thank you," he said. "I'd love to join you." 

With a snifter of brandy in his broad, dark hand, Charles leaned against the deck railing and inhaled what was probably the first relaxed breath he'd had all night. "Ah, there's nothing like a night at sea, is there?"

"Ah, but there's something about these islands that's unlike anywhere else on the planet," Ed added. "Something indescribable. It's restless and serene at the same time. The ocean lulls but promises something. Do you know what I mean or is this whiskey just taking over again?"

Charles grinned and nodded. "No, I know exactly what you mean. No matter how long I live in this part of the world, I never take it for granted. It's magical."

Nikki took Ed's hand and squeezed it gently. Out of the corner of his eye, Ed saw her beaming with what he could only label accomplishment. 

A couple of hours passed on the ship's deck, where the three of them exchanged sea-faring tales and nautical mishaps so amusing that nobody noticed the passage of time. Nikki was in her element—men in good spirits surrounded her and laughed at her jokes. Ed had always underestimated her raconteur skills, but tonight, they were very much on display.

"Now, I wasn't going to tell him that I didn't know the bow from the stern, so when he gave me the order, I knew I only had a fifty-fifty shot of getting it right," she paused in her story for effect. Both men, silent and smiling, waited for her to continue. She had them in the palm of her hand. "If I made a mistake, I'd embarrass myself, which was bad enough, but I'd embarrass Ed, which I thought would be much worse. I couldn't take the risk of either one. 

"I desperately needed a distraction. And there was Nadine, just standing there, hoping everybody envied her Bill Blass cruisewear. I remembered all the times she tried to make me look like a bimbo because she wanted Ed herself—"

"Oh, now, Nik. That's not true," Ed protested. His smile made his objections unconvincing.

"It's true! She always treated me like I came from the wrong side of the tracks or something. So, anyway, I see her there. I know the captain is waiting for me to act on his orders, and I panic. I think 'I've got to get out of this. I have no idea what I'm doing!' Right at that moment, Nadine caught my eye and gave me that condescending little smirk, and God help me, I don't know what hit me, but I pretended to trip on my heel and sent her flying into the Atlantic!"

Ed laughed. Charles's eyes widened. "You pushed her overboard?"

"Well, 'push' is a relative term," she said, laughing so hard that her eyes teared. "Let's just say she was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Ed couldn't stop laughing either, recalling the incident vividly. "Poor Nadine. She never knew what hit her."




Journey to Another Life Ch. 08



"But she never wore that outfit again!" Nikki squealed, finishing off her fourth drink. "And remember when they fished her out of the sea? The top was so drenched, everybody could see that she wore no bra. And that, Charles, was not a pretty sight!"

Ed pursed his lips melodramatically. "No, it certainly wasn't. I think she hated you much more after that incident, Nikki."

"Can I help it if she has terrible boobies? Maybe next time she goes sailing, she'll wear a bra. Better yet, a life preserver!"

The group all laughed heartily. "They were mostly older women on that ship," Nikki explained to Charles, "and every time I'd come on board in a bikini, I could feel the darts they shot from their eyes."

"I'm sure they feared for their husbands," Charles ventured.

Nikki shrugged, suddenly modest. "I don't know."

"Well, sweetheart, tell Charles what you were wearing. It wasn't as if you were dressed like a librarian."

She shrugged again, then eyed her own body, which was clad in a body-hugging mini-dress. "Okay, well, I admit that it was red."

"The color of passion," Charles taunted.

"Yes, that's right. And fallen women. Or those about to become fallen!" Nikki joked. "Anyway, I was wearing a bikini top and shorts."

"See-through shorts," Ed added.

"In a certain light."

"Sunlight!"

She laughed. "Okay, okay! Sunlight. And I guess the top was pretty revealing," she said, looking down at her breasts. She traced little triangles around her nipples, feeling her breasts first to locate them exactly. "It just covered me here," she said, looking at Charles while her fingertips outlined the edges of her imaginary bikini top. He stared at the spot where her fingers played, the longing so obvious on his face that Ed's heart went out to him.

A brief pause vibrated through the group until Nikki broke it. "But the thing came off when I dove into the water, so it didn't matter, anyway!"

As they enjoyed her punch line, she got up to make a quick visit to the bathroom. In her absence, Charles told Ed about the time he crewed for one of the most notorious teams in Australia in the treacherous Sydney to Hobart ocean race and how secretive they were about their gear and their strategy.

"It was the oddest experience I've ever had," Charles said. "Nobody was allowed to use any gear without signing a nondisclosure agreement first!"

Ed asked him some questions as Nikki returned. She didn't return to her seat but instead sat next to Charles on the bench he occupied. The atmosphere among the three was so convivial, Ed felt no resentment or anger about her choice. Even when she placed her hand on Charles's knee, while Ed noticed it he didn't flinch.

"How's your knee doing?" Nikki asked, rubbing it gently through his neatly pressed cotton trousers.

Charles looked into her eyes and for a moment, Ed felt relaxed rather then if he were watching a pair of lovers who believed they were alone which even 8 hours ago would have been his reaction. "Much better, thank you."

"Good," she smiled, waiting a few seconds before she turned to Ed. "Charles took a fallen tree branch in the knee when we were walking on the island this afternoon," she explained.

"It's nothing," Charles assured him.

"What's this bump, then?" She asked, repeatedly running her fingertips over a tiny section of his knee.

"Just standard knee contours," he said, smiling.

"I don't think so!" She took his hand and put it on her knee. "Do you feel anything strange there?" 

Ed watched, as she guided the black man's hand over the hills and valleys of the knee that crossed her other one it was erotic but completely non threatening to him now.

"No, nothing strange," Charles laughed nervously, looking from Ed to Nikki.

"I should have you drop your pants right here and now to have a look at it," she told him, "but I don't think anybody would pay any attention to your knee!"

Ed had been consuming a steady stream of whiskey since dinner and his head was beginning to swim. "Don't worry, Charles. I'll see to it that you keep your pants on," he said. Or thought he said. It actually came out, "Dun wurr, Shar. I'll seetuit kep pantson."

Nikki turned to him and giggled. "I think it's past somebody's bedtime!"

"Ahm fine," Ed protested.

"I think you're more than a little tipsy, sweetheart," she said, getting up and extending her hand to her husband.

As he struggled to get to his feet, he gripped her hand a bit tighter, grateful that it was there. "Ooops. I think you might be right. Time to sleep it off." Ed said, laughing at his own overindulgence.

She took his arm and steered him toward the rear companionway. "Say goodnight to Charles, honey," she advised in a maternal tone.

"G'night, Sharls!"

"Good night, Ed," Charles said, smiling fondly at the couple. "Sleep well."

It seemed to take a long time to get to their cabin, but finally, she guided him inside and shut the door behind them. 

"What do you say? A nice shower, maybe?" She asked him, holding him by the shoulders and peering directly into his eyes.

"Gray idea."

Smiling, she sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here. I'll undress you."

He stood before her and she divested him of his clothing with efficient grace. Although he was a bit wobbly, the touch of her hands on his body soothed him. When she'd stripped him completely, she took his semi-flaccid cock in her hand and kissed the tip of it affectionately. "Want me to get the shower started for you?" she asked.

"No, no," he said, bristling a bit at the implication that he was too drunk to turn knobs and gauge temperature. "I kin hannle it."

A bemused smile lit her face. "Okay."

He felt her watching him as he fiddled with the shower but forgot she was there once he stepped into the stall and felt the refreshing spray. He slapped his palms against the cool tile walls and stood absolutely still as the water relaxed and comforted him. 

In a minute or two, he began to be more aware of just how drunk he was. Already sobering up, his mind turned to images and moments from the evening. Nikki with her hand on Charles's knee. Charles telling him about the mysterious Aussie crew experience. Nikki outlining her nipples through her dress while Charles looked on in visible agony. Ed describing the hijinks in Newport for the America's Cup race he participated in. Nikki recounting the way her bikini top came off in front of a crowd.

Could the whiskey have made the night seem more pleasant than it actually was? No, Ed decided as the water began to invigorate him. The night was pleasant. More than pleasant, really. He soaped up his balls and remembered Nikki's original request. She wanted his permission to have a shipboard romance with Charles but now that seemed off the table.He should have felt pleased about that development but after what he'd seen tonight, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe his fears were unjustified. Nikki wanted to fool around with a perfectly nice guy who respected them both. What was the harm in that?Even the erotically charged atmosphere hadn't upset him. His jealousy hadn't flared up once. But he was drunk. He had to remember that. His mind was probably playing tricks on him.He decided not to make any decisions about Nikki and Charles until morning. He'd sleep off the whiskey and see how the morning found his emotional state. When he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, however, Nikki was gone.

Maybe the whiskey was still at work, but her disappearance did not incite him to dread. He emerged from the bathroom into the bedroom, and thought about dressing to join them again, but the soft surface of the bed tempted him and, instead, he laid down. As his head spun slightly, he heard her heels on deck. He heard Charles clearing away the glasses. And he heard their voices engaged in innocuous conversation. Nothing to worry about. Their noises were a comforting backdrop to the drunken cacophony in his head.

His eyes sprung open. Had he been sleeping? He looked at the clock but then realized he had no idea how long he'd been alone in the cabin. But it felt like a lot of time had passed—he was much groggier now than when he'd left the shower. He forced himself to sit up, get dressed, and head for the deck. He found them in the cockpit.

Nikki was just sitting down to a freshly brewed cup of coffee being poured for her by Charles. They turned suddenly when they sensed him and for a moment, he thought he might have read their disappointment that he was interrupting their coziness, but they looked more surprised then annoyed in any way.

"Oh, sweetheart! I thought you were going to sleep after your shower! Charles was kind enough to make me some fresh coffee. I think you could do with a cup, too! Unless you think it might keep you up?"

Her words disarmed him and he relaxed, writing off his initial reaction to unfounded fear. The night air, heavier now than when he was last on deck, caressed his skin. He looked from Charles to Nikki and smiled.

"No, no. I'd better not have any coffee," he said, directing his comment mostly to Charles, who waited with a pot of the stuff. "I don't know how Nikki drinks it just before bed and then sleeps like a log."

Charles put the pot on the table. "I think Nikki generates such a natural high that caffeine has no effect on her!"

Ed chortled in agreement at Charles's insight. Nikki looked embarrassed but pleased by the compliment. Charles offered to bring Ed an iced tea, which Ed readily accepted. 

"I need to clear my head a bit," Ed told the coffee drinkers. "I'll just take my iced tea and roam the deck for a while, if you don't mind. Then I think I may toddle off to bed."

"Whatever you need to do to feel better, sweetheart," Nikki told him, without a trace of relief or suspicion in her voice.

He walked to the other end of the boat, uncertain of his ultimate destination or even how long he might meander. Curious about what the two of them where doing, he turned around to see Charles showing Nikki how to use a sextant. He seemed to be instructing her on how to look through the telescope and move the index arm. Ed frowned, thinking of how he would have been happy to show Nikki how a sextant worked but the opportunity had never presented itself. 

He chided himself for feeling slightly jealous. "It's all done with mirrors," he thought about calling out from the end of the boat. He suprised himself, that he didn't mind how close the two of them were or how intimate their little instructional session appeared. He realized how he had been so tense about it previously, how completely relaxed he felt now, he wondered why and then discovered that it would seem he knew it was nothing he should be concerned about.

The two of them were engaged with each other but not totally oblivious to him, a fact that became undeniable the longer he watched them. Charles spoke in a low voice, a voice that brought out cooing and giggling from her. They sat very close, and her hands were rarely idle—Ed saw them run up the length of his arm, brush something off his cheek, even squeeze his hand. There was quiet laughter and neither seemed to be at a loss for words. They looked up at him occasionally he thought perhaps to see if he came closer and then include him in their conversation but while he kept his distance and watched them they seemed comfortable to allow him his space and continued to engage with each other. Ed watched and tried to decipher how it looked.

He finally surprised himself when he managed to put his finger on how it would be viewed by a outsider. It looked so bloody ... romantic.

She draped her long, firm legs across Charles's lap as he continued to point out features of the sextant. Ed's breath came in more ragged exhalations as he thought about how the black man's enormous cock was so close to her. Maybe she could even feel it through his trousers. Was that her intent? Probably, he thought ruefully. Even as he managed to get himself slightly worked up about it he felt a calm. He was getting slightly aroused by the thoughts in his head. But he felt no guilt or tension. He instead felt relaxed and began to enjoy the circumstances that he now knew offered him no reason to fear.

"Ed, are you all right over there? You're awfully quiet!" Nikki called out to him. So much for her being unaware of his existence. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I was just getting ready to head off to bed," he said with a smiling half-wave, half-salute.

"Okay, darling. I'll be along in a minute."

At the companionway, he took two steps down when something compelled him to look back at the couple on deck. They continued to sit very close, purring at each other as if they were the honeymooners. He watched as their faces hovered only inches from each other and Nikki practically sat in the man's lap.

As he watched, however, Nikki stood up in a gesture of imminent departure. There in the moonlight, they stood, facing each other, whispering things he couldn't hear. What said more than their words or the proximity of their bodies to one another was the fact that they were holding hands. 

From there, they merged into a short, tender, but not passionate kiss. It was the kind of kiss you might give a long lost friend at the airport or a close friends wife after a dinner party. As they parted Ed realized he wished they had really kissed.

Butterflies flitted about in his stomach and threatened to burst from his mouth at that realization. His whole body felt clammy and he wasn't sure whether tears or outrage brewed behind his eyes. 

As he went back down to the cabin he wondered about what it might have looked like. In his mind Charles's expansive black hands roamed Nikki's backside and Ed could see her pressing her hips forward. Ed's pulse ricocheted through his veins. He tottered and had to brace himself against a wall to keep upright. Despite his extended alcohol consumption, he had a hard-on that made him dizzy.

In his mind the longer they kissed, the more he wanted to touch himself. Seeing her wrapped in Charles's large, protective embrace moved in him ways he never imagined. He ached all over, but from what? Jealousy? Curiosity? Lust?

He knew that Nikki was right behind him but as he reached the cabin The kiss he wanted to see continued, with barely audible sounds of lips tasting lips. Her hands explored his back. His ventured slowly along the curves of her ass cheeks. How wet was Nikki? How hard was Charles? Where was this kiss headed? And did he want to continue to fantasize about it?

The last question was a theoretical one, as he reached the bed he undressed quickly and laid down and now his right hand stroked his cock as he closed his eyes.

Everyone involved, it seemed, had a vested interest in moving things forward.

But suddenly, Nikki entered the room.

"Are you asleep already?" she asked, loud enough for Ed to hear.

She headed for the bed where Ed lay. The abrupt turn of events in his mind threw him off balance, and in an attempt to escape her notice, he rolled over to feign sleep causing his laptop case to fall off the bed where it had been precariously perched but unnoticed.

The sound of his blunder made him startle. He sat up to search out the source and location of the noise, and found himself looking into his wife's beautiful eyes. 

"Ed." she smiled.

In that one utterance, she told him that she understood he'd been watching her tonight, and that he wasn't worried, and somehow she knew that everything was going to be all right. 

"I'm sorry, Nik, I didn't mean to get that drunk" he said.

Her beautiful green eyes registered nothing but understanding. "It's okay. I don't mind, its wonderful to see you so relaxed finally." She got into bed. "Everything, its ok isn't it?" she asked, eyes imploring him with so much sincerity, no human soul could have denied her.

He stepped forward and took her in his arms. "Yes I think it really is okay, darling," he said softly to her. "I understand it now. I'm partially to blame about this, too. I let it brew inside me. I probably should have stopped it weeks ago, but I didn't."

His words surprised him because they weren't at all how he felt. He was glad he hadn't stopped it. The incident with the boys had been too much but he'd been perfectly happy to watch them flirt and coo with each other. 

Nikki pulled away slightly, tears on hiatus suddenly. Her face brightened as she searched his. "I noticed that you seemed pretty comfortable with the way things were today and tonight as well. Are you sure you're okay?"

He moved her to the bed, where they both sat down. "I'm okay, yes," he told her, stroking an errant strand of her hair so that it lay with the others alongside her face. "After today and you explaining things, I really didn't mind watching you two together tonight."

"Tonight I wasn't trying anything Ed." she stated openly "I was just acting naturally with a friend and it wasn't something I was doing for you to watch but I'm glad you did. I sensed you were ok all along. Drunk! But ok" 

Her famous mischievous expression crossed her face. "You said you didn't mind?" She looked at his lap, where his hard-on still raged. "Maybe you even liked it?"

It had been such a long day. He didn't have the energy or even the desire to hide his arousal—or the basis for it.

"Yes. I would have to say that I liked it. I didn't feel threatened. I know now that nothings going to happen with Charles. I trust you. "

"I'm so glad," she said, delight shining in her eyes. She ran her palm over the bulge between his legs and smiled as it grew.

She laid him back on the bed, and he grinned as she stripped for him. He took off his shorts and brought out the Geiger counter of his lust. It felt warm and alive in his hand, at last receiving the attention it craved. His fingers grasped it without any hesitation. Nikki giggled appreciatively.

"I love it when you jerk off for me."

"I should do it more often, then."

She was naked now—her clothes were strewn about the cabin where she'd tossed them. "Yes," she said. "You should."

They both eyed the pre-come on his tip. She took her breasts in her palms and licked her lips, ready to make a meal of his cock.

"I fantasized you gave him a proper kiss" Ed sated.

She blinked, not expecting that at all. She recovered quickly, though. A grin accompanied her response.

"Wow? You did! Don't be mad, honey, but so did I for a few seconds."

Her answer inspired him to faster strokes, ones that pulled at his skin and applied more pressure to his shaft. 

"Stand over me, babe. Let me watch you play with yourself while you watch me."

She stepped onto the bed right away and planted one foot on either side of his hips, careful to give him space to pump himself without impediments. He looked up the length of her long, strong, but shapely legs, following her beautiful skin to the slim strip of hair between her legs. She spread her labia for him to give him a better view of all the luscious pinkness there.

Her hand followed a path of her own making to her swollen clit. "Oh, honey. This is turning me on so much," she told him.

"Did you want him when I saw you just now? When you said goodnight?" He knew he was stroking faster, and he didn't care. The sight of his wanton bride standing over his steel-hard cock, playing with herself at his bidding, was a dream come true. She was strong, she was sexy, she was sure of herself—and she was his.

"Yes," she whispered, slipping her middle finger into her very wet hole. A crazed but controlled sparkle lit her eyes and the skin at her chest and neck blushed with the early signs of passion. "I'm sorry, Ed, but I wanted him so much!"

"Do you want me to watch you with him?"

He had not intended to ask that question. He'd never really wanted to know her answer. Yet here he was asking her point blank whether her creaming cunt was for another man, a man whose lips had just been on hers moments before. 




Journey to Another Life Ch. 08



He could barely focus on her fingers or her pussy. She weaved slightly as she stood over him, dangerously close to succumbing to the orgasm that threatened to consume her.

He beat his meat faster, harder. He could barely wait to hear her answer to his question.

"Yes!" she replied, nearly frantic with need. "I want you to do that!"

Her busy fingers got busier as her knees fought to keep her standing—her come thundered through her body and made her call out. Ed slowed his own strokes, mostly to keep from coming but also so he could observe his beautiful wife in all her varying stages of release and recovery. As she plateaued, she fixed her eyes on his and asked with breathless anticipation: "Oh baby. this is so good! Can you imagine watching me with him?"

Her question, so guileless and sincere, sent him over the edge. A fountain of jizz spewed upward, spraying her shins and the insides of her thighs, just short of her crotch. Some of it splattered on his belly. His head spun with thoughts and feelings he couldn't sort out, let alone articulate. 

He heard himself answer Nikki in a voice strangely disassociated with his own. "Yes. I can imagine, it frightens me and arouses me all at once, but it arouses more then frightens now."

He was too tired and too emotionally raw to pretend or deny his true feelings. He wanted to watch her to have Charles without her actually having him.. He wanted her to get what she craved without doing it. And he wanted to imagine every second of their encounter. The time had come for him to embrace his fantasy in a harmless way. For both of them to experience their respective fantasies together, but with each other.

She fell to her knees finally and licked his come from his body, her hair tickling him as she moved along his torso. Silence hung between them for several minutes, as the gravity of what had just transpired between them sunk in. She sat next to him now, legs curled up and tucked beneath her.

"I love you," she said softly as she stroked his shrunken but happy cock. 

"I love you."

"Did you enjoy it?"

He paused. Had he meant it? The whiskey had worn off, the passion had subsided. Yet he still wanted her to partake of the biggest, blackest man they knew in his mind. What he would say in the next moment, he could never take back. He thought for another moment before answering.

"Yes, I did. I can see its for us really. Its actually nothing about Charles. I imagined it and yes it did it completely for me."

She got to her feet quickly, beaming her gratitude to him. "Thank you! I think I have got myself a absolutely wonderful husband." She kissed him on the mouth and slid into the bed beside him, wrapping herself around him. He relaxed and drifted off to sleep almost immediately. She felt wonderful wrapped in her husbands arms and thought about how close they had both come to ruining things. She didn't think it was possible to love anyone more then she loved Ed at that moment and she felt thankful for that love. She knew as she went to sleep that everything would be ok.

He awoke to the morning light streaming in through the overhead hatch, he noticed Nikki still soundly asleep beside him. He thought about waking her but decided to allow her to sleep and took a shower before heading up on deck. Charles was down in the galley preparing breakfast and he had the deck to himself. He stretched out on the lounge enjoying the morning sun before he heard Charles voice.

"Good morning Ed, How are you feeling?" 

Ed knew Charles was referring to his alcohol intake the previous evening and he was surprised to find that he felt completely fine. not a hint of a hangover headache to be found. "I'm good actually, Charles. Didn't think I would be but I feel fine"

"Its the sea air, would you like some breakfast?" Charles inquired

Ed declined telling Charles he'd wait for Nikki but asked for some coffee which Charles brought quickly. He looked at him and gestured for him to join him. "Wind's up today Charles, I wonder what its like outside the lagoon in the passage?"

Charles grinned at him "I wondered if you might notice, you know we have a race rig spinnaker." he said with a conspiratorial wink. "If you felt like it we could go for a bit of a serious sail outside in the passage." 

Ed thought about it for a split second and smiled "I think that would be a great idea, show that wife of mine the difference between cruising and sailing!" 

"Speaking of Nikki Ed I wanted to talk to you about her, thats if its not too personal" Charles's voice had some trepidation which intrigued Ed greatly. He looked at the man with interest and raised his eyebrow to get him to continue.

"Nikki is wonderful Ed your a very lucky man and I guess you are aware of her ...umm physical charms and the way she carries them."

Ed nodded wondering just where this was going.

"Well Ed I think you might have noticed that she likes to flirt, to be honest it made me uncomfortable at first but I've noticed you don't seem perturbed. All I am saying is that if you wanted I could arrange for someone else another older married couple perhaps to take over on the boat if having me here was in any way uncomfortable."

Charles looked positively terrified he obviously was worrying that Ed might take offense at Nikki's flirtatious behaviour and become upset. Ed was actually touched by the mans concern and found it amusing that Nikki could have such a affect on the man.

"Well Charles thats just Nikki, at first I was uncomfortable with her behaving like that but after a while I got used to it. She's just teasing us ...well me mostly actually. You do know that don't you?" Ed's last question was said in a friendly but authoritative tone that left no room for misunderstanding.

Charles found himself spluttering "Oh god yes Ed. I realize that! I hope you don't think that I would ever ... well you know? I mean I'd never allow anything that I might think you would consider inappropriate to occur!"

Ed smiled at him, he liked where this conversation was going. "I think I know that Charles, as for me I honestly enjoy your company and I know Nikki does. So I would like you to stay. If I notice you doing anything I might consider inappropriate I'll let you know!"

"Thank you Ed ... its just difficult with her sometimes"

Ed finally burst into laughter "You think its difficult for you? Try being on MY side of the fence! You just have to look and flirt a bit! I've got to cover everything and its nearly a full time job some days!"

Charles laughed " Its problem many men would love to have Ed, as I've said your a very lucky man"

"I know Charles, but what do we say in business? Luck is just good management disguised."

"Yes well if you ever get tired of that management job mon, you know who to call" Charles exclaimed jokingly

Ed was surprised Charles called him by the Caribbean slang for buddy and felt glad they had had this conversation. It empowered him as Nikki's husband and made him proud of her that she had obviously affected Charles in such a way. He was also now understanding that for all his feelings of lacking control that in fact he had all the control he'd ever need. And he realized that he really liked Charles quite a lot the man was indeed wise and perceptive and he knew that as equally as Nikki had shown she could resist the Charms of the Captain that Charles would resist her charms as well. And that suddenly made the boat a extremely safe and relaxed place to be.

"How about we catch some sun this morning then perhaps I might take Nikki to the island for lunch? Then you know what Charles?"

Charles grinned "No sir, what?"

"I think you and me might rig up that racing sheet and take her out to the outside passage! We can give that wife of mine a little payback for her behaviour and show her just how fast this baby can go?"

Charles beamed "Really Ed, that would be fantastic we could go to St Pauls around the other side!" 

"Sounds good! I'd better go and wake the sleeping beauty" Ed got up and headed to the cabin to get Nikki but found her coming up the stairs as he went down them. She kissed him deeply and asked him if he had a hangover. 

"No I'm fine, fabulous in fact. I've just been planning our day with Charles!"

"That's great" she smiled. What are we doing?

"We are going sailing after lunch Nikki" he grinned.

"Haven't we been sailing for a while?" she giggled

"No darling, we haven't.... you'll see." he said with a wink.

For lunch Ed and Nikki went to the island that Nikki had visited the previous day with Charles. Ed made sure to get Nikki to demonstrate the methods she used to skinny dip and after a while he teased her deciding Charles could not have avoided looking.They walked and talked and flirted never once discussing Charles. After their picnic lunch they lay on the sand and watched the world go by. Nikki noticed Charles on the boat in the distance doing something major to the boats sails.

"What's he doing. Is something broken?"

Ed grinned back at her "Nope he's just making some ...adjustments for this afternoon"

She laughed "Now are you going to tell me what is so special about this afternoon?"

"Nope, you'll find out" he grinned back at her.

"Ed when we were on the island sitting on the beach yesterday could you see us clearly?"

He wondered why she would ask and decided to play along slightly "I could see you but not clearly" he lied.

"So Charles could see me if I did this?" she asked as she shrugged off her beach wrap, she was totally naked underneath.

Ed was only slightly taken back "Probably not"

"What about this?" she asked as she climbed on top of him and began removing his shorts. 

"Perhaps but unlikely" he smiled back at her.

"This?" she enquired as she lowered herself onto his raging hard on.

"Never!" he exclaimed as they found a new way to enjoy a deserted beach.

Meanwhile Charles looked up from fixing the racing spinnaker and smiled. He could see everything and out loud murmured to himself .

"Your a lucky man Ed "

Afterwards they made their way back to the boat and Ed was happy that he felt no embarrassment from Charles having probably seen more then he ought to have. Nikki settled into a sun lounge on the front deck. She had dressed in infamous white bikini and Ed noticed Charles couldn't help but steal a few glimpses. He found it amusing instead of disconcerting and laughed to himself, amazed at how much he had changed from only a week before. Together Ed and Charles manoeuvred the boat out of its anchorage and hoisted the sails for the run down the Anguilla channel to the main passage in the open ocean. It was the first time in this cruise the yacht had been "outside" and as the boat turned into the North Atlantic Nikki immediately felt the difference of the ocean swell to the protected waters they had been cruising in. She looked over and noticed that it was Ed not Charles that was at the helm, she wondered why and saw Charles up the bow raising another large sail she hadn't seen before. The boat picked up speed and soon she was experiencing ocean sailing for the first time. Ed was giving Charles instructions as they tacked the boat downwind and soon they were surfing along the waves, going faster then Nikki thought a sailing yacht could ever go. She watched the men all afternoon, Ed seemed in his element and she noticed that Charles was impressed by Ed's handling of the yacht. As they sailed north Charles came to offer her a drink, her bikini had become wet and very see through from the spray and she smiled inwardly as she noticed that Charles couldn't help buy look at her nipples straining to get out of her wet top. She caught him looking and he gave her a slightly guilty look that soon transformed into a wide smile. "Yes I was looking and I am not apologizing" his face seemed to say and she felt herself getting turned on yet again by this fine specimen of a man. As Charles went to fetch her drink she turned her eyes towards her husband at the helm. He looked stronger to her then he ever had, his eyes and manner had a purpose, a serious purpose as he sailed the boat into the swells. She didn't notice Charles had reappeared beside her with her drink. 

She took it and thanked him and then observed "He loves it doesn't he?"

"Yes he does, I can't say I blame him. You know being out here like this, the ocean...its different" Charles replied.

"Yes I can see and feel that too Charles. Tell me something? Why aren't you steering the boat?" she wanted to know out of curiosity.

"Oh I think Ed wanted to, he's doing a great job of it. I wanted to see him do it anyhow." Charles said almost wistfully.

"He's good at it isn't he?" Nikki enquired.

Charles looked at her then back at Ed. "Yes Nikki he is, he's very good at it indeed. In fact you might not realize it but Ed is one of the best ocean racing skippers in the world" the admiration in his voice was clear.

"Really? I knew he loved it but I didn't know he was that highly regarded. He doesn't talk about it" 

"Oh he's good Nikki, quite famous in fact amongst certain circles. Many yacht owners have professional racing skippers and crew. Ed doesn't need it himself. He's better then most all of the pro's anyhow." 

"You love this too?" she asked him

"Oh yes Nikki, being out here and watching Ed sail its a great way to spend a afternoon" 

"Where are we sailing too?" she asked innocently

Charles burst out laughing "Nowhere! We are just going north and then east, afterwards no doubt Ed will take us into Prickly Pears."

"Prickly Pears?" Nikki exclaimed. "That doesn't sound very inviting."

Charles laughed "Oh I think you will like it, probably one the most romantic spots in the whole Caribbean. They are tiny islands with a beach restaurant and bar."

They were interrupted by Ed calling for a sail adjustment and Charles scurried off to attend to it as if he was shot with a jolt of electricity. Nikki watched the tow men interacting as they sailed away. It really was both exhilarating and relaxing at the same time to watch them sail the boat. She lay back and enjoyed the scene and learned that she loved watching them sail, she watched Ed closely and never had she seen him enjoying himself so much while he still had his clothes on.

That night dinner was a quiet and romantic affair with Charles serving them a sumptuous meal and Nikki enjoying snuggling up to Ed and thinking how marvellous the whole honeymoon had become. She was surprised by Ed insisting Charles join them for a drink in the cockpit lounge and even more so by Ed and Charles's conversation. They had obviously bonded during the sailing that afternoon even though curiously to her recollection they didn't really talk that much to each other but now they they were chatting like long time friends. Nikki found herself feeling left out, when she tried to interject with either man they smiled and nodded but then went back to talking about ...boats. It was the talk of seman, she laughed inwardly and went down to the bathroom. When she returned the tow men were still involved in to her mind mindless yachting banter. 

"Are you two still going on about the sailing, it was nice but my god. You two are like a couple of old ladies!" she smiled. They turned to her and by the tone of Ed's voice she could tell the rum they had suddenly taken to drinking was having a effect. 

"Sorry darling, Just catching up on some boat talk." Ed laughed and turned back to Charles. They had obviously progressed to another boating issue.

"Charles, you're an excellent captain. You even read minds! I was just thinking it would be nice to anchor there for dinner tomorrow."

"Well, I guess if you work as many boats as I have, you start to develop a sixth sense," he said as he prepared to pour them yet another rum.

Nikki watched with a bemused expression on her face. Ed noticed and knew she found their banter surprising, given the somewhat stilted aura that existed between the men earlier when Charles arrived. 

"You've sailed with Pratuch, haven't you?" Charles asked. "The guy who insists on owning boats that have been resurrected?"

Ed laughed because he had indeed sailed once with the old man who took in boats like teenaged girls took in lost kittens. "Oh lord, yes! Rigging circa Christopher Columbus!"

The men chuckled. "Well, remind me to tell you how I had to anchor a certain Grecian wreck he got at some insurance salvage auction," Charles said. "You won't believe it. It's amazing he doesn't kill himself or his crew with the chances he takes."

"And he always thinks the latest find is some gem that time forgot."

"Well, he's half right—time forgot it but with good reason!" 

They laughed throughout the process of swigging their rum, drinking together as if they'd done it for years. When the laughter died down, Charles excused himself to the galley for a minute to fetch some more ice.

"Am I in a parallel universe?" Nikki asked after Charles had left.

"What do you mean?" Ed asked, knowing full well that the men's camaraderie surprised her.

"You two are like old college chums all of a sudden!"

"Is that bad?"

"It's fabulous! I'm just confused about how it happened." 

Ed sat across from her. "Well while had a little sail today while you might not have noticed."

Amusement turned to apprehension on her face. "What happened? Did you say something to him?"

Now it was Ed's turn to be amused. He looked her up and down before he answered. "No," he finally said. "Actually, it was he who said something to me afterwards."

Her eyebrows jumped upward. "Do tell."

"He said that was the best time he'd had in ages," Ed explained. "Sailing does that Nikki, even you noticed the difference." he broke into a wide smile. "I am having a fabulous time here you know?"

"Thats wonderful darling, I am too. Are you two going to be sitting up all night drinking rum and talking? Because a girl might get lonely" she grinned.

"Won't be a real late one, we've got to go ashore for breakfast tomorrow" but I'd like to chat a while longer if its ok. 

"Sure, I might go for a little night swim, its warm" she teased him. 

"Not such a good idea after eating" Ed replied

"That doesn't put me off honey. But I'll wait a while and see how I feel then" ok?

Ed was about to reply but was interrupted by Charles returning with more ice and a folder of old yachting photos. They soon continued with their sailing chat and neither noticed that Nikki had disappeared downstairs. After a good twenty minutes Ed looked up and wondered where Nikki had got to. He asked Charles but he too had no idea. They soon found their answer when Nikki appeared up the companionway onto the deck. She had changed out of her clothes into what appeared to Ed to be her short white silk robe paired with her high heeled cork and leather sandals, she had tied her hair in a single pony tail. The robe appeared to be totally see through but neither man could tell if it was or if it was the deck lights playing tricks on their eyes.She looked to both their eyes amazing. Ed was stunned his pulse started racing and he thought he would have to say something.

"We were wondering where you went to?" he asked mildly

"Well" she giggled "I wasn't sure you guys would notice but I'm going to take that dip. It so nice and warm tonight and with the underwater lights on it looked so inviting and seeing as you two were being so boring I thought I'd have to entertain myself."

She had a grin like a Cheshire cat as she looked them up and down. She could see them both staring at her robe wondering if she was naked underneath just as she thought they would. With the play of the lights on the deck she knew that they couldn't quite tell and it excited her to tease them. She noticed the differences in their expressions. Ed's face looked intrigued but slightly concerned while Charles simply stared with a open amusement as if he knew already. She strutted to the stern of the boat towards the swimming platform but did not open the stair gate and descend it to the waters edge. Instead she looked back at them still openly watching her smiled and with her back to them undid her robe and let it fall to the deck. She heard almost collective audible gasp from the men as she did so and both men realized she was indeed completely naked except for her shoes. She bent over her legs slightly apart and undid the stair gate latch giving the men a perfect view of her delectable ass, stepped out of her sandals and turned to give the men her dazzling smile before going down the stairs to the water. Ed and Charles simply stared open mouthed at the empty stern that only seconds before had been filled with a vision of mens dreams, they heard a splash and a giggle as she dived into the water. Ed and Charles turned to each other ,both knowing full well she had upstaged anything they had done with their days sailing and in spite of themselves the only thing they could do was break out laughing. Charles was first to speak.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 08



"I guess she got tired of listening to us, oh man! what a way to break up a conversation!"

Ed could only nod laughingly "That will serve as a lesson for us I think" Then he gave Charles a conspiring look and said "We can't let her win this you know?" Charles laughed and raised his eyebrow to which Ed replied "We need to take control back as men! What we should do is ...."and he outlined his plan to Charles. Charles nodded and the men both rose from their seats and walked together towards the railing at the back of the boat.

...to be continued.



Journey to Another Life Ch. 09



Author's Note: I really do apologize for taking so long with this Chapter it wasn't intentional but I got so bogged down in exactly where I wanted this story to go myself I couldn't move it along. The next 2 Chapters are close to finished already so they will come along much quicker probably sometime in the next 2 weeks. It's also quite a bit shorter then the previous Chapter but I thought it best to get it out there rather then try and incorporate larger Chapters which might take much longer. The next two will be longer.

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Seconds after they arrived at the stern of the boat their resolve was tested by the view that confronted them. Ed heard Charles's sharp intake of breath as he took it all in and even he was immediately captivated by the sight of her. There was Nikki, naked as they day she'd been born paddling comfortably in the crystal clear water. The underwater stern lights illuminated her as if it was daylight and Ed looking down noticed that nothing was hidden as she kicked her legs in the water. He felt uneasy that Charles standing next to him had the same view and then mentally kicked himself for bothering to get concerned. He had already managed to cope with much more so far on this trip and after all it was Charles. He knew she was deliberately teasing both of them. He looked across at Charles he was staring in wonder at the sight of her and yet Ed couldn't blame him one little bit. 

She looked up at them with a mischievous looking smile. She was obviously very pleased with herself that she had managed to interrupt the men's conversation. "Come on in gentlemen the waters fine!" she teased. 

Ed and Charles looked at each other as if they suddenly remember why they had gone over. As planned they both shook their heads while grinning down at her. It was Charles who spoke first.

" Thanks for offering ma'am but I think I'll pass, might like to wake up in the morning ya know"

"Yeah honey I'd come in but I just don't feel like a T-bone or a grinner for that matter, you get a lot of them round here at night don't you Charles?"

"Yes indeed Ed, we get them plenty. Especially at night"

She looked up at them as if they were aliens. Whatever where they talking about?

"T-bones? Grinners? What exactly that has to do with you two gentleman joining me for a midnight swim?"

"Well its like this darling" Ed replied "As Charles was saying we've had a nice dinner and we don't fancy having to deal with a T-bone and ending up on the other side so to speak." She didn't notice the tone in his voice, he nearly burst into laughter and gave it all away but Charles managed to keep it together.

"Yes ma'am, I don't fancy a T-bone after dinner not at all"

Her plan of teasing the men into submission wasn't going the way she thought. They didn't seem at all perturbed about her nakedness nor did they seem remotely interesting in joining her.

"What on earth has got into you two?"

Ed smiled "Well honey T-bone and grinners are nicknames for some friends who sometimes visit isn't that right Charles?"

"Yes man, thats right. You wouldn't want to meet them though."

She was exasperated "And pray tell why is that?"

"Charles can you tell Nik what say T-bone is shorthand for?" Ed began to laugh. Nikki had no idea but was beginning to think she was being played with.

"Sure Ed." the Captain replied "Nikki we be calling a T-bone what you might call a Hammerhead. A grinner is what you might call a tiger."

"Hammerheads, and tigers huh? Please tell me what exactly are these again gentlemen?" she replied incredulously.

The men looked down at her lovely form and managed to keep their straight faces, they turned to each other and then back to Nikki and then in loud serious voices said it together. "SHARKS, they are sharks."

Her face changed they could tell she wasn't sure if she should believe them but as they watched her their deadpan faces seemed to convince her and she realized that while the men didn't seem overly concerned that they didn't seem exactly unconcerned either.

As they watched she made it to the ladder in a split second and she literally threw herself up onto the swim platform. She stood there glistering from the water and naked as a baby looking up at them. They didn't let her off the hook.

"Didn't you tell me once that you saw a shark take a seabird off a rock Charles?" Ed said evenly.

"Yes sir I did indeed" Charles shot back

Suddenly Nikki had enough and was up off the platform onto the ladder and on deck in what seemed like a second. She was breathing heavily and looked questioningly at the men standing naked and gorgeous before them. 

Even confronted by the sight of her standing there the men did the only thing they could. They burst into howls of uncontrollable laughter.

Realizing she had been played Nikki couldn't help but join in. "You evil guys!" she chided them but soon she realized that there she was standing totally naked in front of not only her husband but also their gorgeous captain. She soon figured out a way to turn the tables on her prankster husband and his accomplice. She turned back towards the stern and smiling back at the still laughing men before bending again showing them her perfect ass and legs as she slipped on her shoes. She heard their laughter die out rather suddenly as the men realized through their mirth that she was indeed completely naked and the atmosphere became charged with sex. She smirked to herself as she reached over and grabbed her robe but rather then put it on she simply flung it over her shoulder and walked back to Ed.

Ed was mesmerized by her failure to be perturbed by their little practical joke and was soon red faced as he understood that Nikki, his Nikki was now standing naked except for her high heeled sandals directly in front of not only him but also Charles. The old fears suddenly reappeared for the first time in days and he swallowed hard. She smiled a mischievous smile at him before speaking.

"You my darling husband are nothing but a teenage prankster at heart, you need to be punished" then looking directly at Charles "And you! Supposed to be a proper Captain your no better" the men began to jiggle uncomfortably and she felt the sexual tension build. 

"I am going to bed!" She announced.

"Your duty husband is that you have to come with me right now and let me administer your punishment" she grabbed him by his collar and began to march him towards the companionway. She stopped and turned to Charles.

"And your punishment is that you can't come" 

Later in the cabin after administering to Ed the most exquisite punishment known to mankind they lay together naked, neither talking but both thinking. It was Nikki that spoke first. 

"I must admit I did think me stripping off in front of Charles might have provoked a reaction but you two really got me! You are changing Ed. A few days ago the mere thought of me being naked in front of Charles would have sent you into shock."

Ed thought about it and realized it was true. Apart from a brief moment of tension that came over him he didn't feel at all concerned of worried about what had transpired.

"I have, it didn't bother me as I thought it might. I was determined not to let you get away with it though" he laughed.

"But I did get away with it!" she exclaimed "And our Charles got to see a lot more of me and he got away with it too! Does this mean you have finally accepted that teasing is just teasing? Even with Charles? I must admit he looked gorgeous tonight"

"Did you like him looking at you Nikki?" Ed inquired evenly. He didn't feel any concern about her possible response.

"Well darling" she looked at him earnestly. "If I was to be honest then I'd say yes, part of me got very turned on" 

"I could tell" Ed replied with a smirk.

"Did you?" she asked him

"Did I get turned on?"

"Oh no honey, I could tell from your hard cock you were turned on just now. What I am asking is if you like Charles looking at me?"

Ed thought about it for only a second and then told the truth. "Yes I did, he wanted you and yes it turned me on. But I wasn't worried about it at all"

"Wow thats a turnaround. Don't tell me you changing your mind and now you want to see me play with our sexy Captain" It was Nikki that now looked slightly concerned.

"Thats the thing Nikki, If I were honest with myself I think the concept of something like that doesn't seem to bother me anymore" he felt a weight leave his shoulders. 

"Really? are you sure about that?" she smiled.

He grinned back at her feeling more relaxed about this conversation then he ever had in the past. "I think I am sure about that. But your closer to Charles now, we both are, he's a friend now. Are you sure you want him? Is he still as attractive to you as he was?"

She on reflection considering the sensitive nature of their conversation should have been more circumspect but couldn't catch herself quick enough. "Oh yes! Honey he's everything I've ever wanted. The fact that we are friends now would only make it even better!"

Ed felt both slightly deflated by her statement and buoyed by her base enthusiasm. He raised his eyebrow at her. "Everything you want in a man eh?" 

She immediately caught herself but didn't back down from her statement. "Well yes in a way. What I meant was if I was going to be with another man if I hadn't been with those guys back on St Martin someone like Charles would be what I would have wanted. He's everything and this situation is everything I would have thought ideal. Its nothing about you and me honey except that I love the idea of you watching me. I love you completely and you are the only man I need. But I do want him. I'm sorry but its the truth. But nothing's going to happen. I made promise to you" 

Ed felt a inner relief it now appeared she held her promise to be absolute. He wasn't even sure he wanted something to happen but now he was equally sure that he didn't want it totally ruled out either. "What if I said I didn't want you to hold yourself to that promise?What if I said I didn't mind? I really think I might want to see it Nikki. I'm not nearly as bothered as I was. Would you be interested?" he looked at her carefully waiting to gauge her reaction.

"I don't know Ed, honestly the idea of you "thinking" and "might want it" doesn't fill me with confidence. I've said I wouldn't want it to be cheap or sordid and not it just for you either! Its for me too you know? If something did happen and you decided you couldn't handle it it might be difficult both for us and Charles and I wouldn't want that."

He stared at her. It did indeed seem as if she had gone off the idea and relegated it to just a fantasy. It wasn't like Nikki to be so practical but her reluctance actually buoyed his enthusiasm for the whole thing.

"I know its for you too Nikki but if I didn't mind and I wanted to see it happen we could have both our desires."

"Yes honey but you know I love you but if something was to happen with Charles I wouldn't want it to be a wam bam thing, remember what I said on the beach? she said, sitting up now on the edge of the bed. Her nakedness was not only distracting, it was utterly charming. Still, though, he managed to pay attention to her words.

"I'll tell you what Sweetie, I will think about it and see if I think you really mean it" she smiled. "I won't lie to you I would love something to happen but I am worried that you really wouldn't like what might develop. I mean if something did happen I might not want you watching all the time." She looked at him and he raised his eyes encouraging her to go further.

"I have a teeny little request," she began, stroking his face. An apologetic yet hopeful expression introduced what she said next. " If I was to do this and it went well would you have a problem giving me a bit of privacy with Charles, at least for first time?"

"Of course," he interjected. "I had no intention of—"

"I know, I know," she interrupted. "I know you didn't, but you know, in case you were tempted..."

"If gave my permission. I won't be trailing behind you like a private detective." How could she think such a thing?

She shook her head in an attempt to start over. "That's not what I meant. If something was to happen I'd want to handle things with Charles in a certain way. I don't want him thinking we are using him.I'd like things to be a bit ...well romantic. do you think you would be upset with that?"

"So like you said before you'd rather treat this is an romantic little tryst?" Ed's face softened. He could always appreciate a good drama, and this new approach certainly added to the soap opera they'd built so far.

"Well, yes," she admitted. "And for my own peace of mind, and even for Charles's, I would want to make sure everything goes well first before I raised the issue of you watching."

Ed felt nervous but he understood."Whatever you need to do, sweetheart. I'm fine with however you choose to handle things. I just want you to be happy."

She looked down his erection, with one eyebrow raised. "I am not Promising anything Ed. I will think about it and we shall sleep on it tonight and see how we feel tomorrow. By the way it seems to me our happiness is mutual."

After they had taken care of his new problem Ed lay in bed listening to Nikki's soft breathing as she slept. His mind wandered and he wondered how many other couples were negotiating lovemaking time with additional partners while on their honeymoon cruises? He tried to push away thoughts like that—they wouldn't serve him well right now. He wanted to give Nikki the permission and encouragement she'd asked for, and he hadn't done it under duress or with excessive misgivings. But he did have misgivings. Normal, natural, intelligent misgivings—the kind that any thinking, rational person ought to have.

There were only a week left on their honeymoon cruise, he reasoned. That was good as a safety valve in case things went horribly wrong with Nikki and Charles. But it was also disappointing to realize that this special post-wedding time between he and his wife was not only rapidly slipping away but fragmented into moments when he wasn't enjoying her at all.

But what he was enjoying, he reminded himself, was thinking about her with Charles. She had been right when she pointed out that the activity she wanted to pursue was as much for his enjoyment as her own. After seeing the size of Charles's dick in the shower that day, he'd been having the nastiest daydreams about the various orifices on Nikki's body that it would penetrate. 

He could picture her with her cheeks puffed out, trying to accept the huge black cock down her throat. Her struggle to choke the man down had been getting his motor racing ever since he'd seen the enormous dick dripping with soap. Even in the face of all the alcohol he'd consumed in the past few days, his fantasy life hadn't suffered in the slightest, he realized.

What would she do first when she went to him? He'd imagined them kissing the day before. Would they do that first, like lovers? He checked the time: 1:15 a.m. She'd been asleep about fifteen minutes. If she had been alone with Charles what could have transpired in that time? And if she did it would she enjoy coming back to Ed? He put those worries out of his mind and found himself sporting yet another erection. Three in a hour? This was certainly having a effect on him like nothing ever had before.

His thoughts wandered to her with mouthful of black cock. His own cock now ached and so Ed stroked himself, up and down in time to his vision of the in-and-out he imagined. He thought he might move on to the black dick pushing its way into other openings, but to his surprise, he splattered cum on his stomach much sooner than he'd anticipated. 

He let sleep overtake him, not even bothering to clean up his mess. 

The following day they all rose late and had a enjoyable breakfast looking out over the islands that surrounded their anchorage. Ed wanted to talk further with Nikki about their conversation last night but when he began to raise the issue she cut him off aburptly.

" I am thinking it over honey, I don't want to talk about it until I get it straight in my head. That is if you still want me to take it further?" she looked almost concerned.

"Yes I think I do" was all he could say.

"Well I'll let you know how I feel when I know how I feel ok?" 

She obviously didn't want to be pressured.

"Ok darling" 

He didn't want her to feel like he was harassing her now the tables were turned and it was him pushing the issue.

They swam before lunch just the two of them and actually Charles was never mentioned. They talked about everything else but him it seemed and but both noticed the expectation in the air whenever Charles spoke to Nikki and she was careful not to flirt too much with him. 

After lunch Ed and Charles decided to go for a serious sail and once again Nikki was treated as she sunbathed in her white bikini to the sights and sounds of the two men working together in perfect harmony. She noticed that Charles deferred to Ed yet again and allowed him to pilot the boat and make the decisions. She smiled and thought about Charles, he really was fabulous. She allowed herself to think of his huge cock and began to feel quite horny. She looked across at her husband all serious and in what she called his "business mode" as he steered the yacht occasionally calling out instructions on adjusting sails and various other things to Charles who rushed off to get them done quickly as if he wanted to impress Ed.

When they had gone around the island's a few times at racing speed the men began to slacken off and sat together in the cockpit talking. She couldn't hear their conversation but it was obvious from the smiling and backslapping that they were engaged in another episode of swapping sailing stories. Right then she realized she had made her decision. She smiled to herself and shut her eyes allowing herself to enjoy the afternoon sun. 

Later they anchored and Charles prepared some pre dinner drinks. Ed thought Nikki seemed strange although nothing in their conversation was unusual but her tone seemed slightly distant as if she was thinking about other things. He didn't want to ask her anything after what had occurred earlier but it soon became evident to her that he was on edge. She smiled

"Are you ok darling?"

"Yes I'm fine I was wondering the same about you? You seem a little distracted. I didn't want to ask because well I promised I wouldn't. But well does it have anything to do with what we have discussed? " 

She looked at him evenly 

"Yes I've thought a lot, I think I'm clear about it." 

He raised a eyebrow first checking Charles was out of earshot 

"And are you going to let me know?"

She looked seriously at him and took a breath before responding 

"No I'm not, not yet anyhow. There are a few things that I still need to get clear with before I decide. You do know what I'm considering is more serious then those buys back on the island?" 

Ed was slightly taken aback by her direct tone 

"Errrr yes but I was just wondering"

She moved close to him and kissed his lips softly to disarm his concern and said 

" I told you that I will let you know and I will, later tonight ok? Now I think we both need to take showers and get dressed for dinner don't you? This oily sunscreen is beginning to annoy me." 

Her disarming smile deflected any pang's Ed felt and he finished his drink and went down stairs. Nikki didn't join him in the shower as he'd hoped but he heard her rummaging about in their room and when he got out she was waiting to get in standing naked and magnificent before him. He was tempted to grab her but something held him back and he settled for a quick kiss before going out to the cabin. He noticed Nikki had laid out some clothes for him which was a pleasant surprise and he dressed and went up on deck where he soon accepted a fresh drink from Charles who then disappeared back into the galley. They both knew dinner would be a while as Nikki always like most women took a long time to shower and dress. Ed relaxed into the lounge in the cockpit and enjoyed the tropical setting sun and before long he'd refilled his drink several times and fended off a couple of approaches from Charles about when he might be able to serve dinner. In the sunset's brilliant light, he felt reborn. The guilt had lifted and the fear had fallen away. All that was left was heightened anticipation of what her decision might be.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 09



He was just about to go down and drag Nikki up on deck when he heard her come up. He turned and looked at her in the fading light and couldn't help but catch himself staring at the vision before him. He turned to shout out to Charles that Nikki had arrived but noticed that Charles was already there, setting the table. Ed noticed his face lit up as she approached in her slinky impossible short white dress and white heels. He turned to her.

"Hi, was wondering where you got to." he said. 

"You look beautiful." 

"Thanks," 

She said, holding him close but only briefly. 

"I wanted to wash my hair and I hope it's okay I'm late." 

Charles proffered a drink and informed them he would serve dinner in ten minuets.

"I'll have another one too I think!" 

Ed said as he joined them. He felt a new kinship with Charles, and although he couldn't possibly talk about it with him, he enjoyed the unspoken affiliation they might possibly share. He wondered if Nikki had already said anything to Charles—he wasn't acting any differently toward Ed but there was something decidedly new in the air among the three of them as they settled into the cockpit to enjoy their drinks. Maybe he was imagining it. Maybe his own newfound comfort with the situation shifted his perspective more than he realized.

Charles didn't stay with them long, however. He politely exited to bring them their dinner then promptly left them alone to enjoy it.

Conversation was light-hearted and animated. "You know, now that we're married, I think we need nicknames for each other," he told her as he took another bite of the delicious fish Charles had prepared.

"Nicknames! Oh, please. My whole childhood was filled with them. I wouldn't mind finding a good one for you, though."

"Whoa! Before we get to me, I want to hear about some of the nicknames you used to have. I have a feeling there's some interesting clues about my lady there," he took a long swallow of the chardonnay Charles had left for them, savoring its smoothness.

She blushed a little. "No, really. It's too embarrassing." 

"Embarrassing? Then I've got to know. You know I won't give up until you tell me, so why don't you save us both some time and just cooperate?" It was fun to tease her—he'd missed it.

She sat back in her chair and put down her silverware. Pulling back her shoulders and puffing out her cheeks, she said, "Fine. But if you ever call me anything but Nikki, I swear I'll make your life miserable."

"Okay. Those are your terms. I respect them."

"Stretch."

"What?"

"They called me 'Stretch' because I was tall."

Ed chuckled. "Oh, that's not so bad. Did you play basketball or something?"

"No, but they wanted me to."

"I think there are others," Ed said. "That one isn't bad enough to make you blush."

She eyed him with suspicion. "You know me too well. Okay, I'm going to tell you but you have to swear never to use it, especially not in public."

"I swear."

"Bebop."

"Bee Bop?!"

She sighed. "I won the school spelling bee three years in a row when I was in grammar school. At first, they just called me Bee but then some smartass heard a fifties song where they went "doo wop" and "bee bop" all over the place and decided I should be Bebop."

"That's cute!"

"Ugh. It's stupid. I hated it then and I hate it now."

"No, I mean it's cute that you won the spelling bee."

"Doesn't really improve a resume much, though, you know?" She smiled with one side of her mouth. "Anyway, who needs a resume? I got the best position a girl could ever have." She picked up her fork again after she blew him a kiss.

"Hmmm. Resume. How do you spell that?"

She snatched up a dinner roll and threw it at him. "What did I say?" she asked as they both erupted into laughter. 

"But I didn't call you Bebop!" he whined.

They were laughing so hard that they didn't hear Charles return. "You two seem to be having a good time!"

Nikki turned to him, surprised and still smiling. "Must be something you put in this food, Charles. I don't think I've ever seen my husband so silly."

Ed bent sideways to pick up the dinner roll from the floor. "I'm silly? Who threw this, then?"

They burst out laughing again, and Charles just tried to follow along. When their giggles subsided, he asked, "Was there anything else you might need from me?"

"Not just now, Charles. Maybe in fifteen minutes or so," Ed told him.

When Charles had closed the door behind him, Ed asked Nikki in a low voice, "Have you decided?"

"Yes."

"And?"

She shook her head and giggled "You'll find out." 

"Funny. He's and I are both in the dark."

Nikki smiled and extended her hand to him across the table. "Yes you are."

They continued to talk and joke as they finished their dinner. About twenty minutes later, Nikki noticed Charles hovering around outside the cockpit. "Oh, isn't that sweet? He's waiting for one of us to wave him in. He thinks we're having too good a time for him to interrupt."

"Oh! I didn't even notice him out there," Ed commented, turning to look at him. "Come in, Charles!" he called out, motioning for the man to enter.

Charles entered and immediately started to clear away the dishes. "Come back and join us," Ed told him.

And Charles did. The three of them relaxed into congenial banter so pleasant, Ed briefly forgot that this was the same man whose gargantuan dick filled Nikki's fantasies for a quite some time. 

"So, I'm curious," Charles said. "What were you two laughing about so hard when I came in earlier?"

Nikki shot a stern look of warning at Ed, who chuckled with the memory. "Our childhood nicknames. Hers was a doozie."

"Oh?" Charles asked, waiting for the punchline.

"And unfortunately, you'll never hear it," she said, "because I have sworn Ed to secrecy." She then turned to her husband. "And don't think I haven't noticed, Mr. Stewart, that you never divulged yours to me."

"I didn't have any."

"Oh, right. What kid never has at least one nickname?"

"You're looking at one," Ed insisted.

She sighed in mock exasperation. "How about you, Charles? Did you have one?"

"Oh, I had plenty! When you're as big as I am, kids can't wait to pin some crazy name on you."

"Such as?" Ed asked.

"Well, let's see. 'Mack' for Mack Truck."

Nikki groaned, Ed nodded.

"Pipe Cleaner."

"So original," Nikki commented.

"And 'Stretch,' of course."

Ed and Nikki looked at each other and let laughter take hold once again.

"Did I say something funny?"

Nikki reached over to Charles and touched his knee. The movement showed off her cleavage, which Charles's eyes immediately traveled to. "It's only funny because that was one of my nicknames, too. I was taller than the other kids in school."

"Seems you two have more in common all the time," Ed said, smiling. He was pleased that he could make a remark like that now and not have it sound sarcastic.

Nikki stroked Charles's knee just a few seconds longer than necessary, then excused herself to visit the bathroom. While she was gone, the men helped themselves to more alcohol.

"You really never had any nicknames at all?" Charles asked him.

"Oh, sure. And I'll tell her eventually," Ed laughed.

"What was your favorite?" 

"Oh, I didn't have a favorite. I hated all of them. But Spock was my least favorite."

"Spock?"

"Like Mr. Spock on Star Trek. I wish I could say it was because of my logical mind but really, it was due to my prominent ears!"

Charles laughed heartily. "Your secret is safe with me!"

Nikki returned to find the men in excellent spirits. She took a seat next to Charles rather than the one she'd occupied earlier. Instantly, Ed's loins stirred.

"That was another delicious dinner you prepared for us tonight. Everything you do tastes good," she purred, tracing her fingertips around his knee and then slowly walking up his thigh.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Charles said.

"Isn't it so romantic here?" Nikki exclaimed to no one in particular . " I mean sitting out here under the stars always gets me feeling all romantic." she looked across at Ed.

"You know darling I must admit I'm feeling a little romantic towards Charles too, that's ok isn't it?" her look bored into Ed. So she had made her decision. Her fingers continued to trace around Charles leg.

Charles went into a brief period of shock at Nikki's and was torn between gazing into Nikki's eyes and gauging Ed's reaction. 

But he needn't have worried. Ed settled into his chair, erection in full force, and watched the black man and white woman exchange meaningful looks. He took a swig of whiskey and nodded at Charles, as if to imply his consent. He was touched by the man's concern, especially after he'd learned that Nikki had expressly told Charles that nothing would happen if Ed hadn't given a thumbs up to their undertaking.

"Would you mind if Charles kissed me, darling?" Nikki asked, not taking her eyes from Charles's face.

Charles shot another worried look at Ed but it dissipated when Ed heard himself say, "No."

The couple lost themselves in a long but passionate kiss. With their eyes closed, they slowly allowed their hands to express what their instincts wanted. Ed watched as Charles's big, black hand followed the slope of Nikki's thigh and eventually inched pink fingertips under the hem of her dress to feel her nearly naked cheek. (She'd worn a tiny white lace thong instead of panties, Ed quickly realized.)

The old Ed would have questioned just who the newlyweds were on this boat. The new Ed, however, thrilled at the sight of his luscious wife in the arms of a man she desired, a man who did not take for granted how lucky he was. Charles understood the privilege of having Nikki, and that helped Ed accept what was happening. He'd initially rejected Nikki's idea of a lover being someone she cared about, but now he understood how such an arrangement could actually enhance things. Charles wouldn't hurt Nikki, would respect Ed, but most of all would provide a level of erotic excitement for all three of them that Ed could barely wait to experience.

Periodically, they stopped kissing and resumed the conversation. "So what kind of fish was that tonight?" Nikki asked as her hand played near the black man's crotch. Charles's enormous hard-on distracted Ed as much as it did Nikki, but nobody said anything about it. 

"It was sea bass," Charles said, his voice a little quavery, which Ed found endearing. 

More kissing ensued. Charles got bolder. Nikki got hornier. 

Charles's entire palm covered Nikki's ass cheek as she leaned toward him. The contrast between their skin colors served to highlight the eroticism more. She shifted in her seat to allow him to touch more of her, even graze the outside of her labia, which the thong didn't cover as thoroughly as panties might have. 

Nikki's groping hands helped themselves to Charles's strong chest and tantalized his exposed neck. After several minutes, the bulge between his legs could no longer be ignored—she ran her palm along it very slowly, as if uncertain where it might end. 

Ed used the opportunity to emulate her strokes. When she went upward on Charles, Ed did the same to his own aching cock. 

Their tongues did a wild dance in their hungry mouths. Ed watched Nikki, fascinated. So this was what she looked like when she kissed. He'd never seen it—only felt it.

"Ed, sweetie, I think I'd like this beautiful man here to take me to bed now and make love to me. Is that okay?" She finally turned to him, her lipstick-smeared mouth making her look a little cheap but no less beautiful.

"Yes, that's okay," Ed said, again in a voice that sounded somewhat disembodied to him. He could honestly say he had no reservations about his response.

"Would you mind sleeping in the spare cabin tonight? I took some of your things in there earlier?"

This was new to Ed, she'd known all along what her decision was and now she wanted to take Charles into their bed for the whole night? He wanted to protest but somehow he couldn't. He eventually nodded unable to make a sound.

When the new couple rose to their feet, he thought it was sweet when Nikki took the big man's hand to lead him out. With another swig of whiskey to punctuate his decision, Ed watched them walk along the deck to what was at least for tonight their cabin.



Journey to Another Life Ch. 10



Nikki couldn't stop smiling as she led Charles to the cabin. Her fingers and lips tingled. She felt like a child whose parents had given her permission to the very thing that none of the other kids could do, the thing that had consumed her thoughts for such a long time that part of her felt like she'd already experienced it. 

And yet, nervousness accompanied her adrenaline rush as she reached the door. This was no simple seduction like the one with the two guys on St. Martin. This was more than sex. Totally new territory in every way. But it was territory she desperately longed to traverse. She let go of Charles's hand and went inside peeling her dress off as she went in one easy motion while sliding her tiny panties off with her other hand she turned to face him dressed only in her heels.

When the tall black man entered the cabin and saw that she was already standing naked before him, she saw all the emotions she'd hoped to see cross his face: first shock, then fear, then longing, and finally, relief. 

"Nikki," he whispered. A wonderful husky quality infused his voice.

"I couldn't wait," she said, just before she stepped forward and entered his cabin. He'd barely shut the door behind her when they were in each other's arms, continuing the kiss that had ended so prematurely less than an hour before. 

The connection between them now was unfettered by trepidation or fear. She felt his desire flowing through his body and coming off his skin. He'd kissed her with some slight reservation on deck, probably leery of being attacked by Ed. Now, though, he held nothing back, and as his tongue sought hers, everything she felt for him came back to her in a surge of heat from him.

He hadn't had time to slip out of his clothes and still worse his shorts and lightweight shirt. Pressed against him in their passionate embrace, their skin touched in the spots that the clothes didn't cover. Her hands worked quickly to expose more of his body—she yanked at his sleeves and fumbled to untie his belt. She needed more, wanted more, demanded more. Seconds later, the exquisite smoothness of him was hers to enjoy, from the chiseled chest to the firm abdominals. 

It was true that his mouth surpassed any she'd ever known for pure sensuality. It was also true that his height and stature made her feel safer than she'd ever felt with any other man. But it was that cock—that huge, wondrous cock—that pushed her toward delirium.

The image of it in the shower a few days before had kept her pussy moist ever since. She would get weak whenever she recalled its amazing proportions and the contortions that might be necessary to fit it into any hole on her body. 

And now, here it was, pressing against her belly, assuring her that soon it would be hers. Was she ready to accommodate a cock this size? Could any woman do it and not hurt herself? Throughout their kiss, she prepared herself to look at the cock she'd been wet for all day, the cock that was now hard and perhaps even bigger than it was before.

His big hands cupped her ass cheeks while he kissed her. Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand to his massive meat and was so stunned by what she found, that she broke their kiss and stepped away from him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, panic blazing in his eyes.

She felt her whole body flush with embarrassment. Her eyes were fixed on all twelve inches of his hard-on. She had never stammered in the face of a woody before but this! This was something entirely new.

"I'm sorry, Charles. It's just that you're so ... large," she whispered. Even as she said it, though, she wanted it between her lips. She wanted to kneel before it and anoint it with kisses of adoration. But she couldn't move. Its size transfixed her.

He let out a low, deep laugh. "Don't tell me you're afraid," he said affectionately.

"I ... I just never knew they came in this size," she said, trying to lighten the mood. "It's like a work of art, Charles. A colossal work of art." 

He laughed and crossed his arms, then clenched and manipulated a few key muscles that triggered a sweeping wave of the artwork in question. She giggled in appreciation but his display of control actually heightened her nervousness.

"I can only guess what other tricks you can do with that thing," she said, finally getting to her knees because she suddenly had no other option.

She got very close to it, examining it as if she expected to find some aspect of it that would prove beyond any doubt that it wasn't human, after all. But as her eyes roamed the ebony head the size of workman's boot heel, she knew what it must be like for a man to come face to face with a truly beautiful woman. She understood the breathless immobility, the loss of control, the complete abandonment of the mind. This was everything she'd ever fantasized about yet now that it was before her, bigger and more beautiful than even her imagination had concocted, she was torn between staring at it and consuming it whole.

"Suck me, Nikki."

His voice, so deep and commanding, shook her from her reverie and propelled her firmly into the zone her body screamed for. She brought her face to the base of his monster cock, extended her tongue, and touched it to his shaft. As she followed a thick, pronounced vein up toward the tip, she took hold of his hard, muscled thighs. 

From that moment on, not a single thought formed in her head. She was a bundle of hungers, drives, and needs, feeding them by whatever means were necessary. 

She'd never opened her mouth so wide to accept cock—ever. But the pain didn't even register. Her lips were pulled to their limit and her jaw ached but that cock had to slide down her throat. She employed every trick she knew to relax her throat to accept every inch of Charles, and gradually, her gag reflex gave up and his tip tickled the part of her gullet that had previously only known food and drink.

But with that accomplishment came the need for more penetration. They seemed to realize it at the same time because suddenly, they were moving toward the bed, groping and kissing as they went. She instinctively laid on her back—she wanted to watch him when he fucked her.

He approached her with care, a loving gleam in his eyes that dissipated her fear even more. Holding his cock like the club that it essentially was, he pointed it as her dripping cunt. She prepared herself and spread her legs wider, but he surprised her by running his fingers along her wet pussy lips first.

"Fantastic," he muttered. "So juicy."

"Fuck me, Charles."

He was as gentle as he needed to be, but more important, he was as powerful as she expected him to be. His dick drove into her wetness carefully but it traveled at a speed that made her shout with joy. The sensations from her pussy forced her eyes to the back of her head. His strong hands gripped her calves and held them by the side of her face. He pushed deeper—she called out louder and longer. 

She was her pussy. Utterly and entirely, she was the stretched pussy walls, the overtaxed hole, the slammed cervix. His friction was more intense because of the way he'd spread her, forcing the nerve endings in her cunt to congregate to the surface and absorb the relentless in-and-out motion he delivered.

She didn't know where her orgasm had begun. Nor was she sure where it officially ended. All she really knew was that for an extended period, the sensations that emanated from her pussy vacillated between sublime pleasure and magnificent pain. 

When she'd lost her virginity years ago, the transition hadn't been all that memorable. Nothing truly changed within her that she could measure or even describe. But now, with Charles, the completeness of her surrender brought her close to tears. She was being plundered by a man with a cock so enormous, it would be impossible not to feel the effects of it. He "took" her as she longed to be taken, as every woman longs to be taken, in a sweeping blur of madness and affection, of respect and frenzy. Instead of losing something, she had the astonishing feeling that she'd gained passage into a new strata of womanhood. 

And as this realization infiltrated her semi-conscious mind, Charles withdrew from her hole and erupted in a spectacular display of pleasure. Come shot up in obscene arcs above her body and landed in random spots on her face, breasts, and tummy. Ropes of it found their way into her hair, and one particularly large glob splattered prominently on her left cheek. His sac was even fuller than she could have hoped with hot, eager come. Without thinking, she rubbed all of it into her skin, grinning contentedly as she did so. 

He smiled at her in a combination of pride and modesty. She propped herself up on her elbows to get another look at his prize penis.

"My God," she said, caught up in another wave of awe. "You leave me speechless."

"That's good, isn't it?" He held his black meat in his hand like it was a sausage he wasn't sure he wanted to cook yet.

"Oh, yes."

He laid by her side and she positioned herself to press her thigh against his cock. It felt reassuring to have it there.

His hand covered her breast. "I neglected these," he pointed out. 

"Oh, I think there's plenty of time to make amends," she told him.

He brought his mouth to her alert, pink nipple. Even his tongue is huge, she noted silently as it licked her. The sight of his black face and pink tongue triggered another round of hunger in her, albeit less crazed than the first one. 

"Can I ride you, Charles?" she asked, more out of lust than courtesy.

He rolled over on his back. "I can think of nothing I'd rather do more."

His overgrown nightstick stood at such rigid attention, it was hard to believe he'd just come so prodigiously. She was sore from him being on top, but no amount of discomfort could dampen her desire for him. Her pussy had never felt so alive, and as a result, neither had she.

She mounted him slowly, easing him in incrementally. The insides of her thighs were still wet with her own juices but she could no longer smell only herself. The scent in the room was a heady mixture of both of them—her pussy, his sweat, her perspiration, his balls. 

His balls.

That was the addition that she needed at this moment. Now that she had half his cock up her sodden hole, she reached behind her to grab a handful of his sac. Naturally, what he had overflowed in her small palm, but she held on to what she could and massaged as the circumstances would allow. He moaned.

"Oh, Nikki. Every spot that you touch feels like it's on fire."

"Good," she said, near bursting with excitement and satisfaction. 

"Can you take all of me up inside you?" He really seemed concerned about her capacity, which she found touching.

"I aim to try," she said as yet another inch disappeared in her pussy.

He extended his long, strong arms and covered her tits with his palms. He squeezed. "You have the loveliest titties."

"Thank you. You have no idea how much they've been wanting you to notice them."

"Oh, I noticed them, all right," he said. "At least, I did when your beautiful arse or legs weren't competing for my attention."

Three-quarters of his cock sat inside her now and she felt certain that, with a little more effort, she could get him completely in. If she had done it on her back, she could definitely do it on top of him. 

But then he began to lift and thrust her hips, destroying her careful maneuvering and pushing her yet again to fits of unfocused blurs of intense orgasms. Already he seemed to know what she could accommodate—he was reading her body as if they'd been lovers for weeks or months or even years. 

How sweet he is, she thought. How amazing and sexy and hard and masterful. 

But he isn't Ed.

And that, she realized, was his one and only flaw.

Now that his gargantuan meat had stopped impaling her, and their wild hungers satiated for at least the moment, her mind wandered to that strange and bizarre thought. 

He's not Ed.

At first, that had been Charles's appeal. He was big and black and looked like he could fuck incessantly without even stopping for water. But he was sweet and kind, too, which distinguished him from boy toys she might otherwise have been tempted to play with. She'd wanted a little romance. Ed had finally given his approval. And now she'd seduced the object of her desire and enjoyed a series of sexual positions and delights most women could only dream about. 

And it seemed to have taken all of that—every step—to bring her to the conclusion that as wonderful as Charles was, she could never love him quite as she loved Ed. But she did have strong feelings for him and realized that in some ways she possibly wanted him just as much or even more then Ed.

She ran her hand along the chiseled planes of his torso, still incredulous that she and he were finally alone and naked together. When she glanced down at his cock, what looked like a flashlight rested against his powerful thigh. Even when flaccid, his genitals appeared ready for action.

And yet she knew that more of her heart lay with the man that was in the guest cabin across the hall, with the man she'd married only days before. The man who treated her to this beautiful cruise, gave her permission to indulge her fantasies (which just happened to coincide nicely with his own), and trusted her enough to return to him. 

No man, no matter how impressive his penile girth or length, could ever win her heart as completely as Ed had. She'd always known she loved him more than anything or anyone she'd ever known, and somehow, at this moment, she understood her feelings with a new and sparkling clarity. 

But with that realization came another. Now that she understood that Charles could be the romantic and sexual outlet she'd hoped without changing her feelings for Ed, she had a new appreciation of his smooth, ebony skin, his unfathomably huge dick, and his luscious lips. If he'd made her salivate in the past, now he inspired voracious hunger. Her attraction was now not as tempered by tenderness—now it existed independently of sweet, romantic notions about hurting Ed. She now knew she could take Charles as a proper lover. She looked again at him, thrilling her eyes and loins at once.

She had just given herself permission to get very, very nasty with Mr. Baker.

And the very first order of business, she decided, as the very scent of his balls and the satiny finish of his skin taunted her toward action, was to taste every bit of whatever this man had to offer. He'd already fed her cunt—now she would have him feed her mouth.

She moved quickly, sitting up so she could employ both hands to roll him onto his stomach.

"Hey!" He exclaimed, surprised by her sudden activity. "What are you doing?" Underneath his good-natured question, she sensed reluctance or hesitation. Was he shy, all of a sudden?

But she prevailed, of course. Soon he was face down on the bed and she had insinuated her face into his delectable ass crack. He tried to wiggle away but she wouldn't let him.

"Oh, no, you don't!" She giggled. "I'm going to lick you into oblivion if I have to overpower you to do it!" Her tongue delved into his dark, firm cleavage. As he groaned in response, she instantly understood why he had tried to push her away. The distinct aroma of sweat and shit wafted up to her nostrils. Normally, the combination would have prompted her to roll him back onto his back. Why not now? Because it was something new of his for her to taste. 

She spread his cheeks wide and inhaled. When she swirled her tongue around his opening, he squirmed. She was going to eat his ass until one or both of them lost their minds.

With his cheeks under her palms, she rimmed his hole, growing more aroused by the minute. She wanted everything he produced—his come, his piss, his shit, his sweat. She would eat it all. Her tongue circled his opening close to a hundred times, and with each swirl, she felt him relax a teeny bit more. At last, he pushed his ass toward her face in an unspoken plea for penetration. She was only too happy to oblige. Rolling up the sides of her tongue to form a miniature spear, she shoved it into his sphincter. In so doing, she got a whole new dose of his unique, personal taste, and the sharpness of it made her feel not only depraved but very, very hot. 

She tongue-fucked his ass while keeping her own up high. She liked the position—it made her feel slutty and free. Her nose only smelled his ass now, so deep in his crack had she burrowed. But her tongue felt the loosening of his muscles and her chin felt the tightening of his balls. It was time to flip him over.

His body seemed to follow behind the mindful maneuvers of his cock, which had grown to its famously untenable size. Nikki briefly wondered how he'd been able to lay on it without experiencing pain. Now that he was on his back, it was a baton pointed at the ceiling. 

She knew that he was seconds away from spewing and she wanted every drop. She grabbed his balls but with her other hand, she pulled his fingers to her cunt, knowing that the moment he felt her juicing for him, he'd come. She was absolutely right.

With the smell of his ass now ingrained in the skin of her cheeks and chin, she inhaled deeply as she stuffed his cock in her mouth. She still couldn't take as much of it as she longed to—he was so fucking huge that his knob alone took up half her mouth. But she opened her throat as wide as she could so when the gush of semen came, she felt it ooze down her gullet. Every hot pump of the stuff splashed against the back of her throat. She tried to mix it with the residual taste of ass and winced with pleasure at the nastiness of it all.

Little did Nikki know that when her ass was tilted upward in wanton abandonment, Ed had been watching. He'd seen, through the deck hatch, every move—from the moment that Nikki had decided she loved Ed and wanted to taste all that Charles had to offer to the astounding explosion of the black man's dick into her mouth. 

His voyeurism had begun innocently enough. Hadn't it, Ed wondered? After all, he'd waited up on deck for a while, surprised that she had decided to take Charles to their cabin. He then went down to the guest cabin but the faint noises aroused him beyond sleep. He'd needed fresh air and a walk up on deck. Who could blame him for peering into the deck hatch above the cabin? The lights had been on, which was virtually an invitation on a boat where only three people resided, wasn't it? 

Every gripping instinct in his gut told him she and Charles would be there for him to see. He could have turned away, but he hadn't wanted to. He'd peered through the deck hatch to get a myopic but riveting view of how Nikki spent her evening. No wonder she wanted Charles in their cabin. She'd probably forgotten about him completely. Forgotten that he'd be waiting, missing her, longing to hear how things went. Well now he didn't need to hear about it. He'd witnessed every filthy minute of it. It didn't matter that he'd missed the first few hours—he doubted they were much different.

Would he ever forget Nikki's face eclipsed by the curve of Charles's ass? Or the way her upturned ass begged for fucking while she ate the black man out? And how would his mind's eye ever obliterate the size of Charles's cock and the way Nikki gobbled it up?

He'd watched, yes, and that was probably bad enough. But the puddle of come that now glistened on the deck in the darkness betrayed him. He should have waited until he was back in the cabin to jack off, but what difference did it ultimately make? The sight of Nikki and that astounding black dick—it had been too much. He'd rubbed his meat raw watching the ebony and ivory bodies go at it. And there was no denying that the vision of his wife's mouth filled with black cock pushed him over the edge with alarming speed.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 10



She'd never eaten him out that way and with such fervor. She certainly wasn't a prude by any means when they made love, but why did she save her dirtiest behavior for other men, men who weren't her husband? It was true that he loved the shocking sight of her with others, doing things so obscene that they surpassed what his imagination could invent, but why did she do it? Did she know that it tortured him? Did she know that it turned him on in ways that even he could not express or describe?

Why was he chastising himself for his behavior? Hadn't they gotten past this recrimination stage? She knew he liked seeing her with other men—he'd concluded the same thing. So why did he now feel like shit?

He returned to the guest cabin, refreshed and newly mortified.

"Oh my goodness!" Nikki exclaimed. "Maybe you should go I'd better check on Ed. I've been here for hours!"

He held her firm. "Are you kidding? He had enough to drink to keep him out all night. I'm sure he's sleeping like a baby."

"I don't know..."

"Trust me," Charles said, smiling such an endearing smile that Nikki's resolve weakened. She felt guilty, though. She'd promised him she'd be back much sooner than now.

"I think you could convince me to do almost anything," she said, suddenly wanting him to fill up whatever hole he chose with that fabulous black club of his.

"Then how about a shower? When you're clean, I'll go and you can wake him ."

When I'm clean, she thought. When would that ever happen?

The shower began with a lighthearted, even playful mood as the cool spray greeted them. As the water warmed, however, so did they. Suds multiplied in his hands just before they were transferred to her body, and when his palms swept over her skin, cleanliness became a distant and virtually irrelevant need.

As the shower massaged her back, Charles brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. It was a kiss that lingered and intensified as he followed the contours of her back and the slope of her derriere. She pressed her breasts into his rib cage and slid a little to feel friction at her nipples. His hands were like sponges, delivering great puffs of bubbles in a soft, soothing way. Every caress prepared her for more. 

His blackness took on a high sheen as he got wetter. The look in his eyes—longing and downright romantic—made her feel like the most desirable woman on the planet. She'd often been on the receiving end of such looks. What was different about this one? The fact that his hunger was reflected in her own eyes, she realized.

Their slick bodies met and slithered against each other while random body parts were groped and fondled. His hands stayed on her tits as long as the soap would permit. Her hands roamed the strong muscles of his chest in preparation for where she really wanted them: on his awesome prick.

It took two hands to grip the full length of him. She giggled at the discovery, staring up at him wide-eyed as she slid one fist and then the other over his shaft. She followed one hand with the other, over and over, in a hypnotic rhythm that actually made him harder, she observed with silent awe.

She'd never get clean at this rate.

The moisture between her legs was 10 percent water, 90 percent juice. She felt as light-headed now as she had that first time she'd seen him taking a shower. Except now, she could get whatever she wanted from him.

"Fuck my ass," she said, just loudly enough to be heard over the stream of water.

His dark eyes grew rounder. He held her head and stared into her eyes. "Are you sure?"

"God, yes," she said. She had never ached to be fucked in the ass before but then, she'd never been in the presence of such a beautiful black specimen.

"I'd love to have your sweet ass, Nikki. I'm afraid I'll hurt you, though. I want to pound you so hard..."

"Then do it," she said, turning around and bending over, using the tiled wall to lean against. 

She imagined what her ass cheeks must look like and what an internal debate he must be having with himself about how to fuck her. The water splashed onto her back and ran down her crack, helping to keep her warm and ready for his meat. With one hand, she reached between her legs and played with her labia so her could see her fingers at work, stroking her lips and spreading her wetness. She knew the image would be irresistible.

And then she slipped a finger into her asshole and fucked slowly, as if to show him how it should be done. After a few strokes, her finger was replaced by his. His long finger reached all the way up her rectum and once there, it wiggled to stimulate every nerve ending. He withdrew that finger and then inserted two. 

She knew he was trying to stretch her, prepare her for the formidable circumference that awaited her. Short of fisting her, though, nothing could prepare her for the inevitable.

She stayed bent over, determined to take his cock and hungrier than ever to feel it inside her. He began gently, worming the tip past her sphincter muscles and waiting until he felt her relax before pushing further. 

Her asshole had never been pushed to such limits. Even after the workout she'd had with the two men on St. Martin, she realized now that that had been merely a warm-up for what Charles was now stuffing into her. 

The pain was present, yes, and undeniable. It was also increasing. But what fullness! Everything she was and felt now emanated from her ass. She had never known pleasure could be amplified to these levels. The tile took virtually all her weight now, although she could feel Charles's hands at her hips, probably steadying her as he drilled. 

Would he tear her? 

Did she even care?

Her muscles stretched and pulled as his cock tested their limits. She didn't know whether she was screaming but wouldn't be surprised if she was. A long, sustained cry reverberated in her head as he pumped her ass, fingers gripping her pelvis firmly so she wouldn't fall. Hurt merged with happiness as she lost all awareness and surrendered to the stark, relentless lightning bolts of pleasure.

Her next conscious moment found her naked, covered in a bedspread, on the bed. His fingers stroked her hair.

"What the hell happened?" she asked quietly, afraid to find out.

"You passed out."

She shut her eyes in embarrassment. "Oh god."

"But it's okay. I caught you. You've been lying here ever since."

She recalled her last vivid memory and grinned. "You fucked my ass, though, didn't you?"

He smiled and stifled a chortle. "You bet."

"Then it was all worth it."

She sat up and threw off the bedspread. "You really have to leave now," she said. "If I can walk, that is."

She got to her feet and winced at the dull pain between her legs. "What a nice memento." She was laughing now, and so was he, although his was still guarded. He still feared that he'd hurt her.

Turning to face him, she put out her hand for him to hold. "You know, this might be the only time we'll have together."

His face went somewhat ashen but he nodded. "I know."

"I hope it's not, of course. This night was so incredible, I don't even know how to thank you for it."

He looked surprised. "Nikki, I'm the one who should be doing the thanking. I feel like a dream came true tonight." He kissed her hand. "What do you think Ed will say?"

She looked away, suddenly uncertain of everything. What would Ed say? How would she explain her decision? He'd knew, of course, that she wanted privacy the first time and that might bring up all the doubts he'd had from the start. How ironic that on the very night she realized how much she loved him, she'd be in a position to have to convince him of it.

"I don't know," she said, remembering that Charles didn't know that Ed had been the one to reignite her desire for her to be with Charles.

"Nikki, I just want to say that even though I'd love to have you every minute of the day, I understand that Ed has to be your first priority. He's your husband and I would never want to interfere with your commitment to each other."

"Oh, Charles. You're so sweet."

"Whatever you need me to do, however you need me to act—that's what I'll do. I respect you both too much to compromise your lives. After this trip ends—"

He stopped abruptly and looked at her with no small amount of alarm.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I was going to say that we never have to see each other again, but I don't know if that's such a wonderful prospect," he said. The sadness in his voice made her eyes sting with tears.

"Let me talk to him. He's a reasonable man. We're all reasonable people. We'll come to some kind of understanding. I'm as concerned for you as I am for myself. I'm going to do my best to see that nobody feels rejected or used."

Charles nodded. "I know you will. I trust you completely."

"One last kiss," she said, moving her face toward his. They enjoyed a final, bittersweet embrace, with Nikki still fighting back tears, before he stepped out of the cabin and she was forced to face the harsh, early morning light.

She longed to be back under Charles's bedspread. Instead, she had to decide how and what to tell her husband about what had just transpired. She walked slowly toward their cabin door, deep in thought about her next steps. 

One wrong move could have a multitude of consequences, none of which she felt prepared to handle.

It was the longest short walk she'd probably ever taken.

If she told Ed that what she'd just experienced had been the best sex of her life, she might alienate and hurt him irreparably. And she might never get the support she needed from him to continue her liaisons with Charles.

If she withheld how she really felt, though, she'd be lying, and she promised Ed she'd never do that.

She stopped walking and squinted at the sun coming down the companionway trying burst out of the horizon. Had she finally gone too far? She'd just married a man who was the envy of every woman she knew—he was wealthy, good-looking, caring, sexy, good in bed, and generous to a fault. Why did she have to push her luck by forcing this new sexual twist on him? Most women wait years before they take a lover and even then, they certainly don't tell their husbands about it. But she didn't want a lover to replace Ed—she wanted one to share with him.

She couldn't go in to his cabin just yet. Her knees had lost their bones and her vision blurred with tears. She wanted too much—people had always told her that. And because of her looks, she always expected to get it. But now she was playing with people's emotions. Not people—one person. Her husband. Did she have the right to hurt him just because she wore his ring?

But they'd talked about it, she reminded herself. He had actually brought it up after she had discounted her proposition. Sure, originally it was her idea and it had taken some coaxing to get him thinking about it months ago but not coercion. She'd seen how excited he got by just thinking about her with other men and noticed how he had handled the two men on the island. What she wanted with Charles was not just for herself but also as an erotic treat for Ed. And she hoped Ed understood that.

So why did she feel guilty?

He'd given his permission. He was there when she had taken Charles to bed. He'd seen them making out right in front of them and he must know what she had been doing all night. He'd seen Charles's dick, so could there be any question that she'd enjoyed herself tonight? Would there be any real harm done if she admitted to having a great time? He hadn't said yes to her taking Charles to bed for the night to prove that Charles was better or worse in the sack than he was. That much she knew. He'd done it because he wanted her to have what she wanted.

And there was no denying that she wanted both Ed and Charles on this honeymoon cruise.

There was only one way to resolve her dilemma, she decided, she stood up and headed straight for the guest cabin across the hall.

After Ed had witnessed his wife enjoying the largest black cock he'd ever seen, he'd made a beeline for the guest cabin, mostly because he had nowhere else to go. Shell-shocked, he'd lain on the bed, renewed erection in hand, and let the riveting images of Nikki and Charles swirl around in his brain. 

As he considered how he'd never seen her mouth stretched so wide, he'd begun rubbing himself anew. That picture of her, with her mouth stuffed like a pig awaiting the oven... She'd been wet for it ever since she'd seen it swinging under the shower spray. She finally got it.

Rub, rub, rub.

Nikki loved oral sex but she loved getting fucked even more. Ed knew that she'd had that cock up her cunt, either before or after she fellated him. How had she taken him—on top or missionary? Doggie style? How far did the black man push himself into her? How much could she take?

Stroke, stroke, stroke.

What kind of orgasm could a dick like that deliver? Did she scream and holler for him in ways that Ed had never heard? Did she get wetter? Pinker? 

Another stream of come had then shot up and splattered his stomach. It was followed by an attack of self-loathing Ed didn't know how to relieve.

How can I enjoy this? he'd wondered. What kind of man comes in less than minute when he thinks of his wife with a big, fucking black man? Or any other man, for that matter?

He'd had so much alcohol over the past 24 hours, it was little wonder that his mind was a gloppy soup of confusion. He had needed to wash off the jizz from his stomach anyway, so he'd taken another shower. As the soothing water quelled his agitated brain, rational thoughts sprouted slowly. She enjoyed doing it, I enjoyed watching it, he assured himself. There's no reason to feel disgusted. We both got what we wanted. 

As he crawled into bed, he noticed that the sun was just starting to come up. And even though it was his favorite time of the morning, his body craved rest more than rejuvenation. Now that he had a better perspective on what he'd seen in thier cabin and a driving desire to sleep off the hangover that had finally gotten the best of him, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep immediately.

When Ed awoke, the first thing he noticed was full sunlight. The second thing he noticed was the clock by the bed—it said two o'clock in the afternoon. 

He turned to look at the other side of the smaller bed and was relieved to see Nikki sleeping. She was nude, however, and looked vulnerable as well as chilly. Ed covered her with a sheet, careful not to disturb her, and then took another shower as quietly as he knew how. Hunger rumbled in his gut, so without disturbing her, he made his way on deck to see what food Charles might have waiting for him. As he went, he wondered idly what time Nikki had come in to the guest cabin. He'd fallen asleep at sunrise, which meant she could have returned within more than an eight-hour window. Did it matter? He wasn't sure. He was dying to hear her version of the previous night's events, but wouldn't wake her to get them. She'd provide them soon enough.

On deck, Charles had a light breakfast waiting for him. "Good morning, Ed," Charles said. There wasn't a trace of guilt or shame in the man's demeanor. "You're up later than usual!"

He searched Charles's face surreptitiously for some clue to this unexpectedly easy conversation. "Long night," Ed said in response, no longer keeping eye contact with his Captain.

"Will Nikki be joining you?"

Ed picked up the cup of coffee that Charles had just poured for him. "She's sleeping it off," he told him.

Charles laughed, so at ease that Ed found himself fighting to keep his jaw shut. "I thought that might be what you were doing! You certainly had a few last night, Ed. But don't worry, I've made plenty of coffee."

It was so out of character for Charles to behave in such a friendly way after what had transpired between him and Nikki the night before. Ed would have expected him to be withdrawn and quiet and unbearably respectful to make up for his actions.

But maybe Nikki had led Charles to believe that Ed didn't want to discuss their rendezvous. He recalled Nikki mentioning that she was going to handle things in a certain way, telling Charles when the time was right about Ed's position. Had there never been an opportunity to do that last night? Maybe not. Ed stole another look at the elegant black man, and suddenly understood that his relaxed manner was the result of whatever Nikki had told him. Interesting, though, that the man could be so calm around him when his cock had fucked Ed's wife so thoroughly only hours before.

Nikki appeared on deck with wet hair and a beaming smile. She wore a short black mesh coverup that left little to the imagination. She hadn't even bothered to put on a swimsuit underneath it. Charles looked away quickly, embarrassed by either her body or his reaction to it. She kissed Ed first on the forehead and then on the lips, stroking his hair as she did so. 

"Good morning, gentlemen," she said, taking the chair next to her husband and eagerly helping herself to a banana from the bowl of fruit Charles had placed on the table. 

"I would hardly call it morning, sweetheart," Ed pointed out, grinning at her.

"I like to think of morning as a state of mind," she said, peeling the banana.

Charles laughed. "Well, that would explain quite a bit, then!" He leaned toward her to pour her coffee.

The sound of laughter gradually dissipated the anxious fog that had followed Ed out of the cabin. Charles let them know that lunch could be served when and if they wanted it, then made himself scarce.

Ed took a long, satisfying swallow from his cup. "Did you have a good time last night?"

She looked off into the horizon and sunk her teeth into the ripe flesh of the banana before she met her husband's eyes. "Yes, I did, but I don't want to talk about it here. Why don't we go for a walk, just the two of us, along the beach at that island over there?"

"Okay."

"Then I can also explain to you the epiphany I had last night," she said, chewing and grinning with an adorable gleam in her eye.

"Oh?" He wasn't sure he could handle another one of those from her.

"Yes. I realized what a wonderful husband I have. I'd always known it, but never with the certainty I knew it last night."

"Then by all means, let's hit that island!"

With the lunch Charles had made packed up in an insulated picnic bag, Ed and Nikki motored to the island. Ed still felt disconcerted by Charles's unerringly natural behavior. He's more normal than normal, he thought. Just what had Nikki told him?

The beach was just as perfect as Nikki had remembered it from her afternoon with Charles. Tropical breezes incited lascivious thoughts that demanded action. And yet, the breezes were wrapped in a cool tranquility, forcing the sexy urges to fight a little harder for attention. The conflict, though, was a delicious one, and Ed and Nikki gave themselves over to it happily.

Hand-in-hand, they strolled the shoreline, taking the same path that Nikki and Charles had strode the previous day. Nikki wasn't thinking about Charles today—her thoughts were focused on her husband. The marrieds discussed their living arrangements again, and just which residence was most practical to make primary. She described another decorating idea she'd had and he confided to her his difficulties with a particular competitor who'd tried to stand in the way of every deal he'd been involved in for the past year. They even talked about children.

"I want four," she said.

"But what about that beautiful body?"

"Don't worry. It'll stay beautiful!" she giggled. They both knew she was right.

They played like school chums in the water, splashing and squealing while the sun poured rays of optimism over them. Several hours passed without Ed even thinking about Charles, but when the man crept back into his thoughts, he considered them with far less anxiety than he had at breakfast. Whatever had happened between Charles and Nikki obviously hadn't adversely affected their marriage. He still wanted to know what exactly had happened but his need to find out was far less urgent than it had been. 




Journey to Another Life Ch. 10



Based on the sun's position in the sky, Ed guessed it was probably close to six o'clock. They spread out the blanket they brought and opened the bag with the food, which was a silent reminder of Charles and his role in their life. Nikki decided to broach the subject.

"Sweetie, I guess you realized that I told Charles you didn't know anything about him and me happening last night," she began. " I suspect he thinks I might have ambushed you and that you wouldn't want to discuss it and I feel bad about that for you."

"I know. I figured out that must be the impression he's under. He was too relaxed today so I assumed it was because he thought I didn't want to know." He unwrapped a sandwich and looked at Nikki. "So how was it?"

He hadn't meant to sound sarcastic, but there it was. What she chose to do with it would be her call.

But she didn't seem to pick it up. "Well," she said, inhaling deeply. Ed knew that's what people did before they delivered bad news, so he braced himself. "You know that I love you, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, then, with that in mind, I must also say that last night was pretty damn good."

Ed raised an eyebrow, cueing her to continue. 

"I mean, you've seen how big he is."

"I certainly have."

Neither of them attempted to eat the food they'd just unpacked, even though, in every pregnant pause, they stared at it.

"I was a little afraid at first," she said quietly, holding her sandwich in her lap. She was sitting on her feet and even though she wore a peach-colored bikini that covered only what was essential, she looked innocent and even a little shy. Ed sat lotus-style in his swim trunks and watched her.

"Why were you afraid?" he asked her.

She grinned. "I wondered if he might hurt me. I've never had a cock that big before."

"Few people have, I'd imagine."

She chuckled. "Yeah, exactly. I wanted it, you know that, but I was still unsure about whether I could take it."

She tossed her long hair away from her face and off her shoulder to swing it to the other side. Then, she placed her sandwich back in the wrapper. Neither of them commented on the very obvious erection that Ed sported.

"What did you do first?" he asked.

"First, I sucked him. I'm telling you, Ed, I really didn't think I could do it..."

"But you did." The rasp in his voice surprised him.

"But not right away. And not easily. He's not only wide but long, you know? I gagged a lot."

"Did you take him all the way down your throat?"

She smiled and blushed slightly. "I tried. I really did. But I just couldn't do it. I tried every trick I know to relax my throat muscles but there was just too much of him. I got him about halfway down and had to stop."

Ed wanted to say he'd seen her with her mouth full of black dick, but stayed silent.

"Honey, do me a favor?" she asked him.

"Of course."

"Take out your cock. I know it's hard and I want to watch it while I tell my story."

He lowered his trunks enough to expose his overheated rod. He was hard enough to fuck but he knew he had to let her finish the story. Just as Charles's size had been an endurance test for her, hearing about her escapades was one for him. The breeze helped to cool him but everything in his lap felt feverish.

"I sucked him for a little while but then I wanted him to fuck me. I can't really explain it but all I could think about while I sucked him was how much better it would be to have him in my pussy."

So that's what they did after he left.

"I got on my back so I could see him coming at me," she said, rapture evident on her face. 

"He fucked you then?" Ed asked. His fingers played with his balls in a preamble to grabbing his cock.

"God, yes. Slamming me hard. It only hurt for a moment but then I adapted pretty well. Even when he went all the way into me, he had a few inches to spare."

"Wow." His fingers slyly wrapped themselves around his base. Its warmth surpassed anything the tropics could offer.

"And that's when I realized that I missed you a little," she said, smiling at him and watching as he played with himself. "He was big and he knew what to do with it, but it wasn't like it was with you. I actually found myself wanting you, wishing you were there. Just to be beside me"

"You say that with a lot of surprise in your voice."

"No, no! I'm not surprised. But you must admit that it's strange to have that kind of reaction while screwing somebody you've been lusting after."

"Is it? I don't know." Words didn't come easily at the moment—his concentration was elsewhere.

"Anyway, that's the point when I slipped into sluthood again!" She laughed when she saw his eyebrows come together. "What I mean is that suddenly, I just wanted Charles so much sexually. I knew you were the only man that really mattered to me but my lust for Charles it just exploded."

Ed's fist clutched at his cock as he pulled upward. He didn't trust his voice so he didn't speak.

"So, I flipped him over and ate his ass. I must have rimmed and tongue-fucked him for twenty minutes. You should have seen him squirming!"

He could've observed that she'd never rimmed his ass, but again, his voice would prove unreliable. He pictured her face between the firm black cheeks, tasting everything, lapping it up like nectar.

"We fucked again after that—"

"How?" he squawked. His hand went up and down in rhythmic motions in his lap.

"I got on top of him," she said, crawling closer to him. "Like this."

She gently pushed him onto his back, slipped out of her bikini bottoms, and positioned her pussy over his cock. The fire between them raged.

"We fucked like this until we both came. He went so deep, Ed. So deep!" 

She sat on him and impaled herself. At the first mention of the word "deep," he slid all the way up her passage until he was completely surrounded by her wet heat.

"We fell asleep for a little while, but then I woke up and said I needed to get back to you." Up, down, up, down, juice seeping over his balls. "He suggested we shower together." Her breathless voice could only manage short sentences as she slammed down hard on him. 

"Once we were in the shower, I knew I had to have him up my ass. Oh, Ed. The ultimate fucking—that huge cock between my cheeks! I thought I'd die." As she landed on him, her tits bounced. Her hair was wild with sea salt and abandon.

"Your Ass! You've never done that with me even. Those boy's on the island now him too! How did you do it?" Ed uttered so quietly, he almost couldn't hear his own words.

"I know I haven't done it with you! I'm sorry but please understand I've never really wanted you to have me there, I still don't really. But something about Charles got to me and I wanted him to have something special just for him. In fact knowing that I hadn't had you there made me want him to take my ass even more so I bent over and he got into me. I swear it was like being split in half. He fucked my ass, Ed! My ass! But I wished you could have been there, watching me take it."

His balls were now so tight, his breathing was labored. "I saw you, Nik. I saw you with him!"

"You did?" Her eyes widened.

"I peeked in. I saw his dick in your mouth!"

"Oh, Ed" she gasped. "I'm so glad!"

He erupted inside her just as her cunt pulled up deeper. She rode him throughout her climax, while her cries drifted out over the sea.

"What happens now?"

He had to ask because he honestly didn't know. As the sunset made preparations for its arrival and the sea breezes covered them like rustling sheets, the moment felt portentous. His question hung in the air for several seconds before she answered it.

"It's up to you," she said finally.

"Why is that?" 

She rolled to her side on the somewhat gritty blanket to face him. "I love you so much for letting me have last night. You know that, don't you?"

He nodded.

"But I think you also know that I'm going to want more of Charles. A lot more, especially since we've got only week left of the cruise."

Another nod. 

"So, we've got choices. We could keep last night as a one-off thing. Or you could give me your permission to have a few more trysts with him, then tell you all about them. Charles would think I'm doing it without your complete permission, though, and that doesn't put either of us in a very good light."

"True," Ed said. The world was unkind to men it perceived as cuckolds.

"Or you could let me tell Charles that you're not only okay with the situation but would like to watch sometimes!"

Her smile told him which option she preferred.

"It would all be out in the open and we could all relax. Think of him as our honeymoon helper!" she said, giggling. "Think of how hot that could be, sweetheart. More entertaining than any erotic movie."

He rolled his eyes and pretended to find the idea silly.

"We would even do matinee shows and take requests!"

At that, he laughed finally, and understood that the latter option made the most sense. He didn't want to spend another night wondering which of her orifices was getting what treatment, nor did he want to be in a position where his curiosity compelled him to peer into portholes like a Peeping Tom. After all, there was only another week—and when the cruise was over, Ed and Nikki would return home and this would all be an exciting memory.

Echoing his thoughts, she said, "After this cruise, we can spend the rest of our lives reliving it out together."

The air moved around them more quickly now as if the topic of conversation had stirred it, too. Ed felt lighter, as if he'd removed something from his conscience, when he said, "I want you to be discreet, Nikki. I don't want Charles thinking he's ever going to take you away from me. I'm your husband and he needs to know that—from you."

She squeezed him with the arm that she'd draped over his chest. "Of course! He already knows how much I love you and he'd never rub it in your face. He's such a gracious man, I think he'd even try to want to make it good for you."

"You know, I think you're right."

Her face glowed and her eyes sparkled. "So I can tell Charles you're okay with us having some fun?"

He looked at her sternly but didn't hide his delight. "You can as long you do two things."

"Anything."

"Be discreet."

"Yes?"

"And make damn sure you entertain me!"

"Yay!" she exclaimed, crawling back on top of him. He smiled at the sensation of her flesh against his. "I'll be discreet. That's no problem. And I think the entertainment part will take care of itself." She kissed him sensually on the mouth. "I love you so much. I want you to enjoy the next week as much as I intend to. We'll have our life together when the honeymoon is over but while we're here, I really want to make you a part of this. If you see anything you don't like or don't want to happen, just tell me, darling, and I'll stop. We're in this together."

He ran his palms up her back before he drew her close. "Yes, my sweetness. We are together."

"Always," she whispered before giving him another kiss. "No matter what anything looks like, remember that I only love you, and that I'm your wife forever and ever."

The clarity in her green eyes told him she meant it. Yet, a question gnawed at him and he could no longer hold back with it. "Tell me, Nikki. Was it better with him than with me?"

She turned away and lowered her face to his chest so he couldn't see her. Her silence lingered much too long, confirming his worst fears. Sometimes, he wished she were capable of a good, solid lie.

When she brought her face to his to kiss him once more, she said, "I've wanted to avoid comparisons because I'd be comparing apples and oranges with the two of you, but if we're talking pure sex, then, I'm sorry, sweetheart, it was the best I've ever had with anyone. We just clicked perfectly and, let's face it, not many men are as, um, well-equipped as he is!"

He said nothing. Her response wasn't a surprise but he was already sorry he'd asked.

"But if we're talking overall experience, I'd have to say it's better with you because it means more. It's a deeper experience with you because I love you so much."

He must have looked even sadder than he felt because he clearly saw pity cross her face. "Please don't be threatened by my interest in Charles, sweetheart. I don't love him. I love you. Sure I have feelings for him and that makes it more special for me but its you I love and want to spend the rest of my life with. And no matter how good the sex is, nothing is going to change that."

"Thank you for that," he said quietly.

"Let me promise you that everything I learn about myself with him, I will pass on to you for the rest of my life. Deal?"

Ed nodded "Deal"

"Can I ask you something?" she looked at him carefully.

He raised his eyebrows "What would that be?"

"Did you mind me taking him to bed last night? I know it might have come as a bit of a shock but I did say to you I wanted to have a bit of privacy at least on our first night"

"Well I must admit it put me on edge not so much you went to bed with him but that you took him to our cabin."

"I did that for both you and him darling." she looked deeply into his eyes looking for a sign that he might have not cared for her reasons but she saw only questions not judgements.

"For both of us?" Ed didn't understand what she meant.

"Yes, I wanted you to know that last night I'd made my decision and that I was going to be with Charles for the first time completely and I wanted him to know that too. If we went to the guest cabin or even to his cabin it wouldn't have made the same statement. It wasn't to hurt you by rejecting you but rather to help you understand that I'd made the decision to be alone with him the first time as we discussed. And let's face it he's a big man." she giggled "And it was more comfortable to be in there."

Ed understood her thinking she was obviously worried about his reaction last night and her taking Charles to what previously was "their" bed gave her decision a finality that made him accept it last night. He felt slightly rejected but he understood. He hadn't exactly been committed to the idea of her being with Charles previously waxing and waning between wholehearted support and outright derision of the idea with everything in between. She had done it to protect her choice and the privacy she wanted with Charles on their first night together as much as his own decision to allow her to indulge it.

"I think I understand Nikki, I would have preferred to be there and watch it all but I understand."

"Good" she smiled before continuing "You know sometimes I might want privacy with Charles Well you know I need to talk to him about what we have discussed. I'd like to do that alone. And if everything goes well sometimes I might want him in my bed with me too would you be ok with that?" 

"As long as you don't leave me out completely, I have the deck hatch you know." Ed grinned.

"That you do honey, who would have known my loving husband would turn out to be such a voyeuristic pervert?" she teased him.

"And who would have know my beautiful bride would turn out to be a naught slut?" he retorted laughing. 

"Indeed" she laughed. Then she looked at him seriously.

"Ed, tell me honestly are you ok with this truly and more importantly are we ok?" she asked while boring into his eyes with her own. He answered with far more conviction then he felt, he knew he was in for a strange journey over the next week and did not want her to see his fear. 

"Honestly Nikki, I am ok and I think we are ok too."

She positively beamed her reply "I love you so much!."

"I love you too Nikki, now we had better pack up and get back before Charles sends a search party."

Dinner that night was naturally later then usual and almost a carbon copy of the previous evening. Charles joined them after dinner and Nikki sat with him. Nothing was mentioned about the previous night and it wasn't until quite later when Ed returned from the bathroom that he observed Charles and Nikki joined in a passionate kiss. He sat quietly opposite them and watched intently. Wanting nothing more then to stroke his own cock but refraining despite his desire. After a time the couple broke their kiss and conversation resumed as if nothing had happened. It wasn't until Charles left to clear away some glasses and bring Ed some fresh ice for his whisky that Nikki moved over to be next to her husband.

"I need to talk to Charles you know. I was thinking well ..." she stopped and looked at him, noticing his hard on still in his pants from watching them kiss. 

"I see you enjoyed out little make out session too." she giggled, rubbing his hard on through his pants softly. 

"Anyhow darling I was saying that I need to talk to Charles alone amongst other things." she smirked a little.

"What I'm saying is how would you feel about sleeping in the guest room again tonight? I'd like to talk to him and spend a little time alone. I promise that I'll be here in the morning for you." Ed was a little taken aback he was in fact secretly hoping that their make out session would turn into a lot more right in front of his eyes but it appeared Nikki had other plans. He wanted to object to tell her no, to tell her that he needed to watch if it was going to happen. But he settled for a question instead.

"I wanted to watch you tonight. Can you talk to him later?"She smiled and shook her head.

"No I need to talk to him alone before that happens, if its not ok just tell me. I'd like to take him to bed tonight but I don't have to. I could talk to him tomorrow."

"No Nikki, It's ok" he lied. "As long as you promise I can watch you soon." 

"I think I can convince him tonight don't you?" she grinned at him.

"Darling I think you can convince any man of anything"

A half hour later Ed sat opposite Nikki and Charles as they again kissed passionately. The time had been surreal sitting there watching them make out causally for the last half a hour between conversations. This time when they broke Nikki stood up and took Charles hand. She smiled at Ed then bent over and kissed his cheek. 

"Goodnight darling, I think its time I took Charles to bed." and with a cursory nod from Charles they walked down to the cabin. 

Ed gave himself license to enjoy two more whiskeys at a lovely, leisurely pace before following the couple to the cabin via the deck hatch. There was a time, he couldn't help but think, when he would have needed the whiskey to blot out his thoughts in a situation like this. Things were decidedly different now, however. He enjoyed his whiskeys, tasted them even, as the tropical night cast its mysterious spell over him. 

Anyway, he wanted Nikki and Charles to have enough time to get into some truly interesting positions by the time he spied on them.

With a pleasant buzz going and the beginnings of a stellar hard-on, he strolled over to the deck hatch. To his dismay, its blind was closed, blocking his view to the inside. Had Nikki deliberately done that to tease him? 

Had Charles?

Not to be dissuaded from his goal, Ed decided to pull up a nearby chair to the window and listen to the muffled sounds in the master cabin. He heard voices but the rhythms were wrong for conversation. The sentences were short and responses weren't always forthcoming. He distinctly heard a moan, Nikki's giggle, a grunt. And then he heard the sound of his own zipper.

Fleeting scenes flashed through his imagination but he couldn't focus on any one of them in particular. He imagined full, pink lips encircling thick, black cock. Tongues snaking along thighs. Breasts filling palms. Too many images fought for supremacy, preventing him from staying with one for any length of time. But his cock didn't seem fussy—it swelled while he beat it to the rhythm of his quickening heart, and it emptied itself very close to the spot where it had done so only 24 hours before. 




Journey to Another Life Ch. 11



Author's note: This is the second last chapter I hope you have enjoyed the series. As always I welcome polite feedback.

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Ed said nothing -- he knew the expression on his face would convey his approval. Anyway, when Nikki wanted something, especially a sexual something, she got it. All three of them knew that.

"I'm dying to see Charles naked," she said, standing there in the most indecent knock-off of baby doll pajamas ever created. "Would you mind, darling?"

Ed shook his head, now conscious that he had temporarily lost his voice. It was a natural reaction, he thought to himself. I'm finally going to experience what I've been fantasizing about. What we've both been fantasizing about. He felt lucky to be able to breathe, let alone speak.

Despite his and Charles's newfound openness, Charles shot him a cautious look. Nikki's needs weren't difficult to figure out, but the captain wanted to make sure her husband's were in sync with them. When Ed gave him a subtle but reassuring nod, Charles stood and took off his clothes. He moved neither too slowly nor too quickly, with characteristic humility. Nobody said a word as he unveiled his now legendary cock. 

Ed watched him, not with sexual interest but with fascination. The imposing height, the tight abdominal muscles, the polished ebony skin and solid thighs were among the features he knew must appeal to Nikki. Of course, it was the gargantuan dick hanging a third of the way down the man's leg that she found most alluring, but the rest certainly didn't hurt. 

Charles's cock rose to the occasion while they watched. When his shorts came off, the impressive schlong stirred a little, awakening it from long and flaccid to long and swinging. It hung like a neglected baseball bat, looking benign from one angle, threatening from another. He stood, obviously on display, eyes downcast but only briefly before they looked to Ed for one final gesture of approval. 

Ed did his best to wear a poker face, mostly because he had no idea how to communicate to a large, naked black man that fucking his wife would be perfectly fine. 

But he was hard. Exceptionally hard. Maybe because he knew he could be, without ramifications. Maybe he was just utterly, completely, and without reservation turned on beyond all his power to control it. Despite the blood rushing to his cock, his head felt as clear as the night air. Clarity trounced all traces of doubt, and the result was a fine-tuned tranquility. He'd never been more aroused in his life and yet he'd never been this hard without desperately needing to fuck.

Nikki sauntered over to Charles, her heels against the deck's surface sounding oddly authoritative. Her hand went to his strong chest and the action pulled his attention away from Ed. "Charles, you're this girl's fantasy. In"—her finger tapped his pec—"the"—and tapped it again—"flesh."

She pressed her flimsily clad body against his and gave him a long, sensual kiss on the mouth. The nightie rose slightly, revealing several inches of firm cheek. "Mmmmm, so tasty," she said, just loud enough for Ed to hear. Because her back was to Ed, she turned around. "We're going to give you a show you'll never forget, sweetheart," she told him before she stepped over to deliver the same kind of kiss to him. Because she had to bend from the waist to get to his face, Ed knew her whole derriere had to be uncovered and that Charles was getting a fine view of it. Ed's hand instinctively went to what was on display, as much to claim it as to feel it. Her skin was warmer and smoother than ever.

"Thank you," she whispered before she pulled away. 

She returned to Charles, who was now fully erect. Ed hadn't needed a reminder about the man's proportions, but now that he was getting one, that same wave of awe flooded through him. Fully engorged, Charles's cock was nothing less than a masterpiece. Long, yes, but the girth was stunning—probably twice as thick as his own cock. It had already captivated Nikki's attention and she stared as it as she spoke.

"There's just no way I can look at that beautiful cock and not want it."

Rather than take hold of it, though, she turned to face Ed and pressed her back against Charles. The man's cock was undoubtedly stabbing her in the small of her back, but she reached around her to grab his ass, pulling him even tighter to her.

"Don't you love thinking about how this beautiful man is going to please me tonight, sweetie?" She asked Ed just as Charles's hands caressed her thighs. 

Ed knew the question was rhetorical. 

Charles's hands moved up to her waist, taking the marabou hem of the nightie with them. It was then that Ed's eyes nearly popped out of his head. While Nikki had been downstairs in their cabin, preparing for this special event, she'd removed every hair from her pussy. She'd always maintained a Brazilian pubic line, so he was accustomed to seeing very little fuzz between her legs, but this new, smooth look proved even more tantalizing. He saw exactly where her mons swelled and her lips cleaved. The area was still slightly red from whatever method she'd used to get the job done, but that just gave it a pretty little blush. 

"I didn't want you to miss a thing," she said softly in response to his stunned expression. "Like it?"

He grinned and nodded. To his amazement, he salivated. He took a long swig of whiskey to keep from lunging at her pussy.

Charles moved his hands from her tummy to her breasts, cupping them through the transparent fabric. His hands were so big that they eclipsed what they held. The effect, however, was no less erotic. 

"This isn't the first time Ed has seen us playing together," Nikki said, talking to Charles but looking at Ed. "Ed has watched us in some pretty nasty moments, haven't you honey?"

Ed's senses thrummed. The hint of a breeze tickled his nerve endings and his cock squirmed against his zipper. His throat tightened and his breath observed no particular pattern. With her words, he was exposed in every conceivable way. So exposed was he, in fact, that desire reigned supreme, squelching all other emotion—including shame—in its quest for power.

She swayed from side to side against Charles while he held her tits. Ed knew she did this to feel the man's cock brushing against her. "He's seen me eat your ass and drink your piss. He likes me being dirty with you. Don't you like that, baby?"

Ed nodded. Or maybe it was just his jaw dropping.

"Oh, Ed. I love that you saw me do those things, but I hate that you had to hide. Now you can see everything. You can see this gorgeous man do unspeakable things to me. And I'm going to be your little slut."

She said the words lovingly, like most women would say their wedding vows.

"Take out your cock, Ed. I want to watch you stroke it while I'm playing with Charles."

Ed couldn't have fought the urge to unzip much longer, anyway. He extracted his cock quickly, grateful to cool it off in the tropical night. When he clutched it, she smiled at him and her eyes sparkled with new interest. 

She turned around again to face Charles, then lowered herself to the deck, where she knelt before the largest, hardest cock of all time. "Oh my God," she purred with her face only inches from Charles's meat. "I can't wait to suck this."

Ed couldn't see her take the enormous dick into her mouth, but he heard the slurping that announced her attempt. He couldn't see her struggle to accept the fat, black head but he saw her head bobbing to get it between her lips. 

What he could see was Charles's eyelids flutter as his eyes rolled up into his head. Charles stroked Nikki's nodding head and gently guided it up, down, and sideways to tell her what felt best. Ed could tell by the way she moved whether she was licking or sucking, or whether she was striving for friction and speed or sensuality and languor. 

Charles's pleasure showed on his face, but Ed wanted to see Nikki's delight, as well. As he considered getting up to position himself more advantageously, Nikki stuck her ass out, inserted her hands between her legs, and spread her hairless labia for him. The moonlight accentuated the slick wetness there, mesmerizing him and keeping him planted in his chair. Her fingertips started an inch or so above her adorable, pink, puckered asshole and traveled slowly over it, then to her oozing slit, and finally to her clit. They spread her juices in a lewd, noisy way while she whipped away at her clit. With no hair to camouflage her body's reactions, Ed saw how wet and swollen she was in vivid detail. Suddenly, his need to move to another spot dissipated. 

One of her arms was wrapped around the black man's leg, but the other was in front of her. Based on the position of her elbow, Ed deduced that she was now either playing with Charles's balls or giving him a supplemental handjob. Whatever she was doing was driving Charles to distraction—his moans came out in great gusts and as he held her head, it seemed he did so to keep his balance.

Ed noticed that in his own lap, he mirrored Nikki's rhythm on Charles. His knob flushed a deep mauve color as pre-come seeped from it. He didn't waste much time staring at it, though. His eyes returned compulsively to the scene before him.

"Oh!" Charles suddenly said, eyes widening. He jerked, Nikki teetered, and a huge stream of come spurt up high over Nikki's head. It rained down on the deck but mostly on Nikki. It splattered her hair, face, and shoulders.

She laughed. The tones of her laugh rang out over the sea with bell-like clarity. She then fell back on her elbows, and Ed saw that the deluge had soiled the front of her nightie, too. The joy on her face made Ed smile.

Charles looked down at her, uncertain what the laughter might mean. Ed stared at his come-covered wife, also curious about the genesis of the laughter.

"I missed!" She said between giggles. "How could I miss a target that big?"

The men exchanged glances and then lapsed into their own chuckles. As they enjoyed themselves, Nikki dipped a finger into one particularly obscene glob on her chest and brought a dollop of the stuff to her mouth.

"Mmmm. Yummy. Why don't you two rub it into me? I hear it has therapeutic properties."

She demonstrated the activity herself, massaging a small bit of semen into her cheek, and looking from one man to the other. Ed wanted to touch his wife, and didn't even mind touching the jizz of another man, but somehow, he didn't want to accept her invitation. 

"I'm here as a spectator," he finally said. "But I'd love to watch Charles massage you."

Nikki didn't argue. Instead, she looked up at Charles from her nearly supine position and gave him an inviting smile. He knelt beside her as she wiggled out of the baby doll nightie and handed it to him. Grinning, Charles flung it overboard. His hands then began to rub every spot decorated with his come.

"Oooh, yes. Look at those big hands. Do you like seeing your wife being handled by a big, hunky black man, Ed?"

Charles seemed considerably more relaxed now than he had a few minutes earlier. He took his time massaging his semen into Nikki's skin, smearing in long, wide strokes to get maximum coverage. He dallied at her breasts, circling one hard nipple and then the other with his sperm until it had dried into her areolas. 

She wasn't passive as he worked, which probably explained why he worked so slowly. The fingers of her right hand encircled his still-hard dick and worked it up and down, gently but firmly. Ed worked his own cock the same way.

With her left hand, she took hold of the back of his neck when he was finished and pulled his face to hers. They kissed in light, affectionate pecks for nearly a minute. Throughout, she pumped his cock.

"I want to eat you some more," she told him. "Ed, don't you think I need more cock in my mouth? Do you want to see my mouth stuffed full of it? Sometimes I dream of being choked by this cock!"

She instructed Charles to get on all fours. He obliged, facing Ed so as not to point his ass at his employer. She got up off her back and stood up on her high-heeled sandals. Her legs were endless. If it weren't so sexy, the coins of come sprinkled on her loose, dark hair would have been comical.

With measured steps that emphasized the sculpted length of her legs, she walked around behind Charles and surveyed his backside. Then she looked directly at Ed and licked her lips mischievously. 

In a series of unexpected but graceful movements, she spread Charles's legs a little wider that she was, then slid underneath him until her head was directly under his heavy-hanging black dick. She turned her head from side to side so that the massive cock slapped one cheek and then the other. Ed couldn't help but notice that the length of it was the same as the length of her head. 

"Oh, this is good," she said, closing her eyes and enjoying the steady, gentle penis pummeling. "But I just can't be this close to it and not eat it."

She did everything but suck it. She ran her tongue up the long, long length of it, traveled the circumference of its tip, rimmed the underside of its head, and rolled it over her face. Meanwhile, she frigged herself like crazy, moving her hand faster and faster with every passing moment. It was as if the simplest contact with his cock drove her to a sexual frenzy. 

Ed knew her well enough to know that she was very close to orgasm. So he was stunned when she wiggled out from under Charles and stopped touching herself. Her focus had shifted elsewhere. Her eyes were glazed and wild, and something in her bearing told Ed that not only would be taking risks, she'd be looking for them.

"Oh, Ed. I feel so-o-o-o-o-o naughty. I'm going to taste his ass. Do you want to see me lick out his dirty asshole? I'm going to do it. I'm going to stick my tongue up his ass!"

Her face disappeared between the big, black man's ass cheeks immediately. She burrowed deep, drilling her way forward. Ed pumped his fist a little faster now.

From Ed's vantage point, he saw the dark, sloping planes of Charles's back, the slight hump of his ass, then the sharp incline that was Nikki's head. For the first few minutes, she ate with her eyes closed, as if what was between his crack was the most delectable concoction she'd ever sampled. But then she opened her eyes and met Ed's. She didn't have to speak—the crazed look in her eyes was familiar. Ed had seen it when she'd been with the two young men on St. Martin.

Nikki was in slut mode.

"I think I can taste his shit, baby," she said between licks. "Ooooh, it's so ... filthy. I love everything this man has!"

She had never been this way with her husband. Never expressed herself with such colorful language in their bed. And never had her face been buried in his ass crack so she could clean the shit out of it. 

And none of that bothered him. In truth, it turned him on to see this alter ego of hers come out only with men she didn't love. The fact that she invited him to see it was a testament to her love for him—she wanted him to see her being a slut. She understood that being a slut with him was not nearly as exciting for either of them as being a slut for him.

As this realization seeped into his consciousness, a powerful eruption sprang from his cock, crashing audibly on the deck floor. After a quick calculation, he realized this was the third time he'd christened the boat's floorboards with his most essential of fluids. He seemed to be making a habit of leaving his semen in unpredictable places throughout the ship, he thought wryly.

He sat perfectly still for moment, wondering if this outburst was uncouth. Charles had done this sort of thing before—had any of the other husbands spurted their joy like he just had? Even though Charles knew Ed was a novice at this sort of thing, he didn't want to embarrass himself or risk losing Charles's respect.

But Charles didn't seem to notice. And to Ed's great relief, his pleasure acted as Nikki's cue to move on to the next scene. Smacking her lips and more than a little wired, she got to her feet, slightly wobbly now on her heels. With Charles's come drying in random spots on her body, and invisible traces of sweat and even shit on her face, she looked every inch the slut they'd both dreamed of.

"I need fucking so bad," she said, running her hands along her waist and hips then up to her tits. "I need that big black stick up my cunt. Ed, do you want to see me get fucked? Charles does me just the way I like it."

Charles got up, sensing that if he was going to be fucking, he needed a better position. She nodded toward the chair he'd been sitting in earlier. He sat in it, keeping his legs in a V shape because of how swollen and heavy his cock and balls had become. He no longer looked at Ed—all his attention was on Nikki. The wilder she became, and the more desperately she craved cock, the more irresistible she was to both men.

Facing Ed, she stood between that V that Charles's thighs formed and stuck her ass at Charles's face. He kissed it several times and caressed it while Nikki kept her eyes on Ed, who still held his dripping cock in his hand.

"Oh, I want his cock in me so much, Ed. He's so huge!"

She now pointed her ass at Charles with purpose. She reached between her legs to grab hold of the thick meat that had to the power to render her slightly insane. When she had a solid grip on it, she pointed it at her pussy and began to lower herself. The black baguette gradually parted her glossy, naked lips as it inched its way upward. Ed knew how tight and dark the hole was that craved it, and tried to imagine how much tighter it was with more filling it. He would finally see with his own eyes how much of the black meat she could accommodate. Her pussy lips were stretched to capacity. Everything between her legs had gone slick and taut—even her distended clit had spread slightly. She arched her back and winced just before she threw her head back in one grand motion.

"Oh, fuck, this is good!" She exclaimed when half the cock had disappeared inside her. "Can you see how wide it opens me up? Oh my god, this is incredible."

Ed could see that Charles was making a conscious effort not to thrust up hard into Nikki. He couldn't help but imagine, though, what would happen if he did. Would it be painful? Would she scream? Would she like it? 

A little more of Charles wedged its way into Nikki. "Look at this cock, Ed! Can you believe it? Look how big it is!"

She had come down as far as she could, yet still had only taken about two-thirds of the cock into her slit. The tip of Charles was at this very moment touching her sweet, soft cervix, Ed thought to himself. Probably hitting her g-spot, as well.

She held her breasts in her hands. Biting her lip, she fixed her gaze on Ed then began a seductive series of gyrations designed to ensure that every inch of her cunt made contact with the ebony dick inside it. The movements had the added benefit of providing a show for the men. Charles got to watch her shapely ass wiggle in a profoundly enticing way, while Ed was the sole witness to the relentless undulations of her hips and abdomen. Each arc she made gave him a fleeting but memorable view of her wet lips, stretched cunt, blushing mons. She became stripper, slut, and siren in one breathtaking moment—aware that she was performing but acting from the purest core of desire. 

When he found himself as hard as he'd been before his ejaculation, he was not surprised. For the first time, he wished he had a camera, not because his memory would fail him later but because he wanted to capture the intensity of her happiness and the unabashed freedom with which she experienced it.

As she moved in measured arcs around Charles's hips, Ed found himself fascinated by the immense mass of the man's sac. It was proportional to his enormous cock but as he observed it now, squirming under Nikki's over-taxed pussy, its size inspired nothing short of fear. The sac was not only large but drawn up and smooth from his arousal. Just as Ed stared at it, Charles started to thrust into Nikki. Not hard, but enough to make her yelp.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 11



"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Ed, honey, he does it so good. Fuck me, Charles. I don't want you to stop!"

It was no longer enough for her to hold on to her breasts. She had to move her hands behind her and onto his shoulders just to stay on her high-heeled feet. The black man's thrusts upset her balance just enough to make her wobble but not enough to knock her over. He had already filled her so completely that both of them knew the potential danger of pushing any harder. Nevertheless, she continued to ride him, impaling him as much as she possibly could each time she came down. Her tits jiggled whenever his dick hit resistance.

"I love it so much," came her voice, almost disembodied now. A sheen of perspiration glistened on her chest and her mouth was nearly slack. Her eyes were open but unfocused. She was beyond hungry. She was insatiable.

Charles's thrusts and Nikki's slams morphed into what seemed to be one orchestrated movement. Some communication was happening between them that Ed wasn't privy to, and it allowed them to synchronize their shared sensual pleasure. Who would come first, Ed wondered? Or would they come simultaneously?

"I don't want you to stop," she rasped. "I love it. I love this cock!" Her eyes suddenly opened wider, as if she remembered Ed was there. "It turns me on so much to know you're watching. I love him inside me, baby. So big. So strong. Oh, Ed, I don't ever want him to stop!"

Her juices coated not only her pussy, but had spread downward to cover the excess portion of the big, black cock—the part that didn't fit inside her. Her juices flowed so profusely, in fact, that even the man's nuts took on a certain sheen. 

Ed's hard-on persisted, in spite of his recent ejaculation. His whole body hummed with a subtle electric current that directed its flow to his cock. Although he held his erection in one sweaty palm, he sensed that stroking it would bring on another release instantly. Instead, he squeezed, which proved mildly gratifying—like rubbing an itch when only scratching would satisfy.

Charles stiffened. Muscles in his thighs spasmed. 

Nikki arched her back.

Ed gave in and stroked his cock.

Their orgasms may have built at the same pace but their disparate eruptions took Ed by surprise. One long, deep-throated moan from Charles wafted out and draped itself over the sea, not unlike a lone foghorn. He didn't continue to pump Nikki—he remained deeply embedded in her, frozen in extremis. With no place for his copious semen to go, it emerged from her pussy in a steady flow of thick goo that dripped down his rod and slapped the deck. A small pool began to form behind Nikki's feet.

Nikki, normally vocal in all sexual functions, channeled her release into the joints, muscles, tendons, and veins of her body. She jerked and bucked rodeo-style, hips now still but obviously trembling. An urgent pink flushed her skin. Veins like tree roots appeared on her neck. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, and her eyes were wide and blind. A small but lengthy shot of fluid spurted from her cunt as she ejaculated. Throughout, she gripped Charles's shoulders.

Ed's come emerged in a long, steady stream. The more he jerked himself off, the more jizz seeped out. An endless reservoir of the stuff slithered down his cock and entwined itself in his fingers. The quiet flow continued throughout Nikki's orgasm. 

The unity of the moment wrapped itself around all three of them. Ed was certain they all felt it. Nobody spoke. Nobody had an attack of shame or discomfiture. They had come as one and would now rebalance the same way. Ed held his messy cock and watched his compatriots fondly as this realization crystallized.

Nikki shut her eyes and tried to regulate her breathing. Charles sat back in his chair, periodically sighing in great gusts as his body recovered. Neither of them made any attempt to extricate Charles's cock from her cunt.

Nikki finally looked at her husband. The smile they shared warmed him beyond description. He longed to embrace her but knew she felt his touch regardless of physical contact. She had never looked more beautiful than she did at that moment, straddling half of Charles's huge black meat and grinning with the understanding that it was okay to be in that position.

Charles shifted a little. Ed couldn't see the man's face, now hidden behind Nikki's back, but got the distinct impression that the captain was making a feeble attempt to discern what Nikki wanted next. 

Come still dripped out of her. Come still stuck to Ed's hand.

"You don't think we're finished, do you?" she asked her men.

Ed raised an eyebrow and he heard Charles chuckle. 

With great care and greater reluctance, she rose to disengage from Charles's prodigious cock. When it was free, it bobbed with dangerous force, slapping the gooey lips of her pussy. Grinning, she gripped it to hold it still and then leaned in to sprinkle his face with kisses. The two of them cooed like lovers for about a minute before she stepped away from Charles. Her new position allowed Ed to view Charles without obstruction, and what he saw made him empathize with the man's exhaustion.

"Don't worry, Charles. You'll live!" 

The big black man expelled another rush of air and smiled, grateful for Ed's encouragement. Nikki laughed and leaned against the railing to stretch her back. As she did, she opened her legs a little and swiped at the semen still oozing from her opening. The gesture put an end to any conversation between the men as they realized that she had more on her agenda. 

"Wasn't that fantastic, Ed? Can you believe the way this man fucks me? Look at all this come!"

She spread it over her clit and among the folds of her snatch. Charles watched her while his still-hard meat pointed at the evening sky.

"Charles, suck it out of me. Let's show Ed what that beautiful mouth can do." She knew he wouldn't refuse such an irresistible suggestion. "Clean me out with your tongue."

He got out of his chair and knelt before her luscious nakedness. She draped one leg at a time over his shoulders, which moved her pussy just over his face. He tilted his head, extended his tongue, and delved into her hairless feast. 

Ed had a clear view of things this time because the angle was better and because they were closer to him. Charles's wide, active tongue traversed the hills and valleys of her pussy with loving care. Sometimes, it lingered between tiny folds. Other times, it lapped at her swollen clit, working toward just the right tempo to make her moan. The more ardently he licked, the wider she spread her legs. 

"Oh, baby, look at how my man eats me. Look at his big, fucking tongue licking up his own come!"

Ed had let go of his cock and it wavered at a kind of half-mast between his thighs. Not gripping it as she spoke provided a new and interesting form of tension. He liked it and decided to see how long he could go without touching himself.

Charles curled up the edges of his tongue and inserted it into her. It went deep—as deep as Ed's cock would have. It wiggled serpent-like inside the dark, moist cave as it scooped up the come he'd deposited there. Ed saw him extract a good tablespoon of the stuff, roll it around his tongue as he stared up at his goddess, then swallow it. She purred in response.

"More. Eat me till I scream."

Charles burrowed to his heart's content. When he'd licked out all the come he could, he concentrated on her engorged clit. He laid his large fingers on her smooth mons and gently pulled her lips open, knowing he was giving Ed an excellent show of Nikki's privates. She still glistened with juice, and by the way she offered her cunt to Charles, she seemed to be in need of one big, oral delivery.

The tip of the shockingly pink tongue diddled her button with precision. When she began to move in opposing directions to intensify what he was doing, Ed came close to grabbing hold of his cock once again. But he resisted and his cock nodded in approval. 

Her clit took at least forty lashes of the black man's tongue before it turned maroon and hardened. This time, her come resounded off the floorboards and bounced off the water. Her legs practically choked Charles as the man kept diddling and licking away at her.

"Oh my God! Yeah! Eat my pussy!"

Convulsions took hold as a very long wave of ecstasy coursed through her. Charles kept eating, though, seemingly determined to push her to her limits. Ed noticed, as Nikki shouted, that the black man's dick rested against the deck floor like a sausage waiting to be enjoyed at a later time. It was hard and it was coated in Nikki's dried and flaking cream.

"Do you want to fuck me again? Tell me yes. I want it from behind. Ed, don't you want to see Charles fuck my ass?"

He most certainly did. And she knew it.

Charles rose to his feet, not even concerned about the profuse amount of juice on his cheeks, nose, chin, and lips. He looked like a kid after a particularly indulgent incident of cake and ice cream.

He didn't have to turn her around. She pivoted on one heel as soon as he faced her. From his nearby seat, Ed experienced yet another round of appreciation for his wife's perfect ass. Still he didn't wrap his fingers around his cock. The heightened thrill of ignoring his instincts had become a heady turn-on.

Thanks to her heels, the position of her with her upturned ass gave her a pinup girl quality. It also emphasized the delicious dip in her back. With the serious concentration of a thoroughly aroused man, Charles surveyed what he was about to fuck. He caressed her cheeks with his big palms. She wiggled a little to let him know she was ready.

Charles held her by her hips and let his internal navigation system guide his missile to its target. His aim was flawless, but when his thick, wide head was within inches of her waiting sphincter, he paused, remembering that he needed to lubricate her. 

She was still incredibly wet so he wiped his hand along her juices and spread them to her asshole. He repeated the motion several times to ensure that he wouldn't hurt her when he tried to push inside. For extra assurance—and probably because he knew Ed would enjoy it—he pulled her cheeks apart and rimmed her puckered hole with the cream on his fingers.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good," she confirmed. "Slide some fingers into me to get me going."

He didn't really need her instructions, because slipping his finger into her was exactly what he'd planned to do, anyway. He got in with no trouble and started finger-fucking her asshole right away. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other to express her contentment.

He slipped in another finger just be sure she was ready. She was.

In seconds and without any special maneuvering or delays, most of his enormous dick was inside.

"Ugh!" she exclaimed. "Ed, I wish I could tell you how fantastic this is! I wish it would never stop!" Charles slammed her for emphasis. "God, I love him inside me!"

In profile, Ed stared as the many inches of Charles pulled out then rammed into the space between her cheeks once again. As before, not all of him would fit, but most did, and it was the constant question of how much more she could take that kept both men riveted. 

"Oh yes. Feed me your cock, Charles. Feed me all of it!"

She held the railing tight to provide a stable, even intractable, object for Charles to push his meat into. She rocked forward and back, unable to stay still while the thick black rod penetrated her. 

"I love it so much," she said between breaths. She turned her head to look sidelong at Ed. "Look how he's fucking my ass, you haven't done that yet, baby! I want Charles to have everything!" 

Her eyes lit up when she saw Ed drop to his knees, working his cock like an adolescent with the bathroom to himself. It wasn't until he saw her reaction that he realized what he was doing. But he didn't care how it looked—he was beside himself with crazy passion.

"He's the best, Ed. The best! Oooooh, honey, I love this so much! He's better than anyone at fucking me! He's better than anybody!"

"That's good, sweetheart. I like watching him do it," he heard himself saying. 

She waved him over, and he obeyed. Standing next to her at the railing, with the naked and pumping Charles by his side, he leaned in to kiss her.

"Oooooh!" she cried out as a particularly great slam took effect. "Thank you so much for letting me have this." She slipped an arm around her husband's neck as the pummeling continued. "Do you like watching your little wife getting fucked up the ass by her new man and his huge black cock?"

Ed could smell her cunt. He could even smell the sweat on Charles balls. Her mouth met his in a ravenous, powerful kiss that sucked his tongue into hers. As he kissed her back, she launched into an orgasm so potent, so all-consuming, that he could not break free from her. She yelled into his mouth and kept him in a headlock that prevented all movement. Meanwhile, convulsions shuddered through her. 

Charles dumped yet another load of come into her and with a shout even louder than the previous one. As the captain's orgasm subsided, so did his thrusts up her ass. Gradually, she loosened her grip on Ed's head and released him from their furtive kiss.

She happened to see his hard-on as consciousness returned to her. She winked at him, and although she looked as wiped out as he'd ever seen her, she took his tool in her hand and jacked him off into the sea. 

"That's just for being wonderful," she said, kissing him on the tip of his nose. 

Charles stood motionless behind her, staring up at the star-studded sky, panting. His ever-present manhood sat firmly ensconced in her asshole.

"I could stay this way all night," she said to both men.

"Tell us something we don't know," Ed teased, giving a knowing glance to Charles, whose eyes were now open. The black man grinned.

"But I think the party is over for tonight," she said over her shoulder. 

Charles said nothing but looked more than a little downcast as he slowly withdrew from Nikki's most recently filled orifice.

She turned around and, directing all her attention to Charles, held his face in her hands. "That was so special." She kissed him on the lips quickly. It wasn't quite dismissive but neither could it be labeled passionate. "Thank you, Captain."

"Thank you," Charles said quietly.

"And now I'm heading off to bed," she told both men and she started walking toward the cabin she shared with her husband. Just before the stairs, Nikki turned to Ed and with a come-hither look that only she would have still had the energy to summon, she said, "Time for bed, sweetheart."

A brief wave of panic gripped him. Surely she didn't want more! He tried to hide his sudden anxiety with a controlled "good night" to Charles.

Charles apparently mistook Ed's expression for shock at what he'd just witnessed, because he said, "Hey, if that looked as good as it felt, your eyes should be popping out."

Ed tried to laugh—did laugh, in fact—at Charles's attempt to lighten the mood. The men parted with no further conversation. Ed was wrung out and wondered how Charles could even still be standing, let alone making jokes. 

When he got to their cabin, Nikki was already in the shower. She called out "I won't be a minute, darling! I'm just getting cleaned up for you!"

With that, Ed stretched out on the bed, astonished that she might have any more plans for the evening. Then again, he had to remember who he was dealing with.

In his next conscious moment, sunlight trickled into the room and Nikki was lying on her side, watching him wake up.

"Damn," he said. "I fell asleep, didn't I?"

"You sure did. Lucky for you, I didn't take it personally."

"Nik, I'm so sorry. It's just that I was so exhausted. You must admit it was a hell of a night."

Her grin widened. "Oh yes. I can admit that."

He grunted, recalling how she was the one who'd made it a hell of a night.

"So you had a good time, then?" she asked.

He wasn't one to blush, but from the heat in his cheeks, he suspected he was blushing at that moment. "Yes, sweetheart. I had a time I'll never forget." His cock stirred, as if to second the motion.

"I'm glad. What did you like best?"

"Oh, honey, please. I'm not fully awake yet..."

Her fingertips played with his lips. "I know, darling. I'm not trying to put you on the spot or anything. I just like to know what turned you on the most."

"There were so many things..."

"Mmmm," she agreed. "There were. Like when I ate out his filthy ass?"

He didn't know whether it was the hour, the place, or just the general timing, but her words left him speechless.

"Or maybe when he pushed that huge cock up my pussy?"

"All good," Ed said, finally finding his voice. He pulled the sheet down to expose her body, which she'd showered before bringing to bed. He took inventory of the firm, perfect breasts, the breathtaking slope of her hips, the merest suggestion of a belly. And then, remembering the hairless pussy, he pulled the sheet lower to expose it.

"And this was a bold move, too," he commented, brushing his fingers across the smooth lips down below. 

She giggled. "I know! I don't know what inspired me to do it, really, but I'm glad I did. You were able to see more, right?" She lifted her top leg by bending her knee. It was an invitation that he accepted readily.

"I was able to see everything," he told her. "And I like being able to touch everything, too." She was wet when his fingers located her slit, and after only a few strokes, she was wetter. Without the barrier of her pubic hair, his access to her felt obscene, somehow. Deliciously obscene. Delightfully verboten.

"Did you like seeing your little wife take so much fat, black cock?"

All the images went off like flash bulbs in his memory. Charles spreading her cheeks with his dick, drilling into her without mercy, stretching every opening to test her pain threshold. Nikki sitting on his lap, Nikki bending over to take it up the ass, Nikki choking down black meat. Come spurting everywhere.

She jerked Ed off as he diddled her. The onslaught of memories from the night before was suddenly more then he could stand—he needed to get inside her right away. He had to fill the same holes that Charles had and he had to do it without delay. 

"Ooooh, I think somebody's pretty horny," she purred, stroking him harder and faster. 

He moved to her feet. She got on all fours. Was she finally giving him the same access that she gave her lovers? He steadied himself against one of her ass cheeks while he spread her juice backward, toward her sphincter. His fingers trembled as they prepared her. Why should he be nervous about fucking his own wife? 

Because she might say no.

She pushed her beautiful ass up and at him, encouraging him to stuff her. When he considered how he now had the same view that had faced Charles last night, his pulse quickened and his cock stiffened. He surrounded his fingers in one last bath of pussy cream, then pointed his dick at her asshole. His breaths were short and uncertain. 

The moment his knob touched that adorable, puckered opening, her hand came flying around to shoo him elsewhere. "Not there, baby. Fuck my cunt."

His desire consumed him too much to argue. He needed in, and if that meant cunt instead of asshole, so be it. He dipped to find the opening she preferred and pushed himself in so fast, he slammed against her unintentionally. 

"Oh, yes, baby," she panted. "I've been hungry for you since last night!" She pounded against him to meet his thrusts. 

"Really?" he grunted, amazed as always by how tight she was and how like an oven her pussy was. 

"Yes! Did you like seeing me full of big, black cock, baby?"

He rammed her harder to convey an affirmative answer.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 11



"Did he make you wish you could be him?"

His powerful gush of come was his only response. But he had the presence of mind to rub her clit in rapid fire strokes to bring her along with him. As soon as her orgasm swept through her, the walls of her cunt squeezed the last drops of jizz from him.

The room spun for a few seconds while he blinked to make it stop. He took a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the aroma that came from between her legs. He couldn't bear to pull out of her just yet—he loved the snug, wet, placenta warmth around his cock and didn't want to leave the place that felt safer than anywhere else. 

But he did, of course, when the desire to see her beautiful face overwhelmed the more primal needs of his dick. He collapsed onto his back beside her, and she immediately cuddled up to him.

"I love you, Ed," she whispered.

"I love you, too, Nikki." He kissed the top of her head, feeling weakened and empowered simultaneously. Being with Nikki sometimes gave him insight into what it must feel like to use recreational drugs—he was always a little off-kilter and loving every minute of it.

They were quiet for a few minutes, each internalizing the gratitude and happiness they felt. But as quickly as the joy has descended, it was threatened by little daggers of doubt.

"I think I saw for myself last night why you've taken to Charles so completely."

The word "completely" hung in the air just long enough for them both to absorb it. 

"Not completely, darling," she reminded him.

"Oh, I know, but it was hard not to feel just a little inadequate, watching him please you so completely."

"There's that word again." She grinned.

"I just wish I could compete with him sexually." The words felt good to finally express. As much as he wanted Nikki to get everything she wanted, he couldn't help but wish he could be the one providing it.

She pulled away slightly to speak to him more directly. "There is no competition," she said with genuine surprise in her voice. "I thought you understood that. I love you and only you."

"I know, I know. Maybe my ego is bruised."

"Well, you said it, I didn't." She winked at him. "I mean, yes, Charles is special and there's no doubt about that. In another era, he probably could have made a living by pleasuring all the women at court, but today, with me—with us—he's a very sweet man who just happens to be hung like a horse."

Ed chuckled.

"You'll always be my number one man," she said.

Ed sighed. He repositioned his pillow in front of the headboard so that he could sit up and lean against it. "So you can't honestly say that you're not falling a little bit in love with him?"

She tittered and looked more sheepish than he would have liked. "Well ... not in love, exactly. I'd say there's no question that I'm in lust with him, though!"

"Ah. Yes, that's pretty obvious." He felt his jaw tightening and hated that the old Ed was returning. He thought he'd divested himself of this stupid jealously.

"But sweetie, look at the fantasy that he is! Most women would never admit it, but we all want some big stud to be at our beck and call to service us sexually. And now I have that! It's incredible. A dream, really."

"Men would like that, too." He couldn't believe the snippy edge in his voice. So unappealing.

She laughed. "I'm sure they would! But here's the point I really want to get across here, sweetheart. I want you to feel included. That's why I did what I did last night. To let you see what was happening. To give you the opportunity to know what kind of pleasure I was experiencing and, most of all, to turn you on."

He nodded.

"There's no competition and there's no reason for feelings of inadequacy. It's just not about any of that. Charles is a kind of vehicle. He fulfills both our fantasies. He enhances our sex life. And we can trust him."

Ed nodded again, feeling clarity return.

"Isn't that right?" She held his arm to make him look at her.

"Yes, it's right. You're right. It's just when I look at last night in the light of day... Things look different. I forget what we agreed on. I'm sorry, Nikki. I feel better already, though."

"Okay. Good." She smiled and squeezed his arm.

"But did you mean what you said last night? About Charles being better than me? About being better than anybody?" 

She rolled her eyes but Ed couldn't tell if she was impatient with his question or her behavior. She giggled to lighten the mood.

"Don't worry about that."

"But did you mean it?"

The corners of her mouth turned down and her lips compressed into a line of thought. For a fleeting moment, she looked embarrassed as she deliberated about how to respond. "Well, if you want me to choose, I suppose that yes, Charles is better than you sexually, but I wouldn't say he's a better lover."

"What's the difference?" Ed had little tolerance for word games.

"Charles is a sexual creature. He is a man of many talents and skills, but to me, I see his sexuality first. I love the feel of his skin and the size of him. I look at him and I have sexual thoughts. Almost only sexual thoughts. As fond as I am of him, my attraction to him makes me unable to put too much emphasis on anything else about him."

"This is not making me feel better," he pointed out.

"But you have to let me finish," she said, grinning. "When I look at you, I have sexual thoughts but I also feel love and respect and fondness and loyalty. Things with you are more fully developed. We're soul mates, you and I. Charles could never be that for me."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, I sure! If you weren't here, I'd probably be having wild sex with him, but it would not be the multi-dimensional experience that it is with you here. Enjoying Charles with your permission makes it so much more exciting. More erotic. Does that make sense?"

It did and he told her so. "If I had a real problem with it, I'd ask you to stop, but I don't plan to do that," he said. "Despite my misgivings, I thought last night was just about the hottest thing we've ever done."

"Yay!" Relief and excitement fired her eyes.

"In fact, I was wondering if you were thinking of including me more often?"

Her eyebrows shot up as a new giggle emerged. "Oh yes, darling! I want you to feel included as much and as often as possible. Just leave it to me! Now let's get moving—we've got the whole day to enjoy!"

The day was an idyllic one, with the honeymooners escaping to yet another small island, where they wandered the quaint, compact streets hand in hand. 

"What's the name of this island, anyway?" Nikki asked.

Ed had to admit he wasn't sure. 

"Wow. That's unusual for you. You must finally be adopting that Caribbean mentality!" She laughed but he could tell she was glad to see him relaxing. He was pretty happy about it, too. Giving up control wasn't as bad as he thought! 

Although neither of them said it, the distractions of the island helped take their minds off the still-vivid images and ramifications of the previous night. As they enjoyed an early, leisurely lunch at a local beachside cafe, extended periods of contented silence laced their conversations. There was no need for them to say that they were blissfully happy—stating the obvious would have cheapened the feeling.

"Let's go for a swim," Nikki suggested as the last of the plates were removed from their table.

It sounded like a great idea to Ed. The sun was steady and warm in the sky, and the water beckoned. They'd seen a beach where families and sunbathers were enjoying the day, so that's where they headed to join the fray. Finally, when it was close to three o'clock, they returned to the boat, where Charles met them with a smile and drinks.

"Welcome back!" the black man said. "Did you have a good swim?"

"Terrific!" Nikki said, giving him a tender kiss on the mouth before she sunk into one of the deck lounges. Ed agreed and claimed another lounge for himself. The cold, refreshing alcohol was the ideal cap on the day's activities. The squeals and shouts from the swimmers, however, soon interfered with the couple's relaxation plans, so Charles moved the boat to a nearby uninhabited island, where peace reigned supreme. 

Nikki moved her chaise next to Ed's. He smiled and closed his eyes to surrender to the sun's heat. When her fingers began to tease his thigh, however, he opened them again, searching her face for clues about her next move. 

Charles sat nearby, enjoying a drink of his own and looking as casual as he could while still maintaining the subordinate position he knew was appropriate. Ed's swim trunks were now tented with the makings of a considerable erection, thanks to Nikki's insistent caressing of his thigh. He knew that she had noticed. He also knew that Charles had noticed.

And he didn't care. In fact, he rather liked the attention.

Nikki stood up in one smooth motion and was soon at the foot of his lounge chair. With mischief behind her smile, she dropped her swim robe to reveal not a bikini but an utterly naked Nikki.

"Like it?"

"It's all the rage in Paris," he managed to say.

She giggled and leaned forward to pull off his shorts. After she tossed them aside, she bent in half from the waist to take his now fully hard cock between her lips. Ed had a view of her upturned ass—and of Charles getting a good look at it. 

She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, which was practically the length of him. The tip of him tickled the back of her throat. He couldn't look Charles in the eye, but found that he couldn't really focus on anything anyway. Her mouth traveled up and down his meat as if they were alone and had all the time in the world. Her pace helped prevent Ed from fast-forwarding things in his head.

"Would you like to watch me get fucked by a big, black cock while I suck you?" she asked, pausing to do so.

"Yes. I'd like that very much," he heard himself say. He smiled because he loved seeing his cock so closely aligned with her face. 

Charles got up without any further discussion or invitation. He stripped off his trunks to reveal that now familiar club he called a cock, and walked over to Nikki. He and Ed never made eye contact, but that didn't bother Ed. Anyway, if given a choice between looking at him or looking at his wife's ass, he couldn't blame any normal man for choosing the latter.

Nikki's squeals were silenced by Ed's cock as Charles drove his into her. He wasn't fucking her ass—too much preparation for such an impromptu event—but Ed clearly saw the gargantuan dick work its way into Nikki's receptive cunt. Its size slowed the penetration process a little, but soon enough, she was filled with him and he started to pump.

It was a strange experience to have another man's cock so close to his face—especially one that was fucking his wife. But for Ed, the scene quickly became one riveting porno flick. Nikki slurped his dick while Charles fucked her from behind. All of it up close and tremendously personal for Ed.

When Ed did sneak a peek at Charles face, he saw that the black man was well on his way to rapture. His eyes were closed and his jaw was set in pre-come intensity. He bit his lower lip and squinted just as he erupted into Nikki. Feeling the blast of his come, Nikki teetered but sucked Ed harder, which threatened to push Ed to a point he wasn't quite emotionally ready to experience yet.

She wiggled a little to signal Charles to pull out, which the man did. A slick string of come still connected the black man to Nikki as he removed his dick from her pussy. Ed tried to imagine the sheer volume of semen he must have deposited into her.

But he didn't have to imagine it for long. Once she was free of the black man, she straightened and squatted over Ed's lap. Come oozed from her hairless twat as she spoke to him.

"Oh, darling," she cooed, "he came so much inside me! Would you like to fuck my pussy while it's full of another man's come?"

His sac quaked and his cock bobbed. She lowered herself on him, coating him with Charles's prodigious load and her own juices. She slid up, then down. Before she could go up again, Ed shuddered and twitched, then dumped his own delivery into her. She rode him as if nothing was happening, pushing him to new levels of pleasure and elongating his orgasm past what he ever thought possible.

"Play with my pussy," she whispered hoarsely. "Make me come, baby."

As his orgasm subsided, he set to work on hers. Charles stood behind her now and spread his black palms over her perfect titties. While Charles jiggled her tits for Ed's viewing pleasure, Ed stroked his wife to a loud and satisfying release. Come spread over his balls and pubic hair like syrup on pancakes.

When she was finished, she brought her face to Ed's and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her body perspire. Charles stepped back, releasing her breasts, and looked directly at Ed.

"Jesus, I don't know about you, Ed, but I think if this kind of thing keeps up, my dick's going to drop off!"

His words were exactly what the potentially awkward moment needed. The three broke out into laughter.

"Well, you two may laugh all you like but be careful because I might just cut you off! How funny would that be?"

They laughed again, and now she climbed off Ed's lap, not even bothering to pick up her robe as she said, "I need a shower." With a quick kiss to each man's cheek, she sauntered away, leaving her admirers smiling.

Ed and Charles stared at the rippling folds of the robe Nikki had left behind. It sat on the deck as a kind of liberation symbol—the curtain of separation that had been discarded so that the two men could enjoy Nikki on equal terms. 

Ed hesitated. He was eager to follow her to their cabin, but he didn't want to look like a puppy or a smug winner in front of Charles. Charles hesitated because he didn't want to leave Ed with the impression that he only enjoyed his company when Nikki was around. So the two of them said nothing and let the strained silence speak for them. Heavy sighs of contentment were volleyed between them. Ed took a swig of his drink. Charles gulped his. 

"I should probably start putting dinner together," Charles finally said.

Ed nodded. He gave no indication that he'd be vacating the deck immediately after Charles did. "Sure. No problem. See you later, then." He gave the captain a casual, two-fingered salute.

As soon as Charles disappeared, Ed hoisted himself to his feet—his session with Charles and Nikki had left him a little wiped out—picked up his wife's robe, and headed for the cabin.

He heard the shower running as he stepped inside, and was glad for the additional moments of solitude. Things had been moving so quickly. Between last night and today, he'd crossed more boundaries than a car on a cross-country trip. His physical exhaustion paled in comparison to his mental fatigue. In the past twenty-four hours, he'd known uncertainty, joy, consternation, nirvana, arousal, contentment, insecurity, and a host of other emotions, all in their most extreme form. Just when he thought things couldn't get hotter, they had, and just when he thought he'd fully accepted Charles as Nikki's lover, he'd been faced with some unaccounted for aspect that he needed to reconcile.

He felt that the latter was the case now. He'd loved every moment of the threesome yet now he felt as much shaken as enthused by it all. What was going on? He wished he could have a day to mull it all over. Maybe then he could put everything in perspective.

But there wasn't time for deliberation on a honeymoon. He knew that he and Nikki were piling memories on top of memories at a furious rate, and that only after the couple were home for a while—maybe years—would true clarity be possible. Now was the time to go with the flow and adopt a hedonistic attitude, but every so often, his need for simplicity bludgeoned his desire for uninterrupted sex with his wife and a large black man.

"Hey, there. You look buried in thought," Nikki commented as she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Her skin, slightly damp and dewy, invited him to touch it but he didn't. She paused next to where he sat on the bed. When he didn't answer her immediately, she sat down next to him. 

"Did you like what happened up there?" she asked. There was no coquettishness in her tone—she honestly wanted to know whether he'd enjoyed himself. 

The nearness of her nakedness, despite his having seen it only minutes earlier, raised his internal temperature. This is probably how men feel who are married to supermodels, he thought. The thrill never gets old.

"Of course! I thought it was fantastic," he replied truthfully. "It was a new thing for me, though. I've never had sex in front of anybody before!"

"Oh!" She kissed his cheek. "That makes it even better." She moved to sit cross-legged, facing him. The position opened her legs to provide him with a delectable view of her smooth pussy. Her labia were soft petals of flesh, gently blooming just for him. 

"Does it?"

"Definitely. This is a honeymoon to beat all honeymoons, isn't it?" she said.

"Without question."

"And so you'd better get used to unorthodox sexual situations because you never know."

He furrowed his brow slightly. "Never know what?"

"You never know when I'll be forced to call you into service in public!" She giggled. He couldn't tell if she was teasing him, so he just laughed. 

Nikki then got up, ending the show between her legs. "I'm going up on deck for a while," she said, exchanging her towel for a little pink sundress she pulled from the closet. It wasn't terribly short, compared to some of her outfits, but it revealed enough leg to be eye-catching. She wore neither bra nor panties under it. "Did Charles mention to you that there is a nice restaurant over on that quay on the other island?"

"No, he didn't."

"Well, I guess you guys didn't have much time for chit chat," she said, grinning. "Anyway, we were thinking it might be a good place to go for dinner." She slipped into a pair of high-heeled sandals that made her legs look even longer.

"Sounds great," Ed said. "Do you want Charles to make reservations for us?"

She gave him a sidelong look, mischief brewing in her pretty irises. "When you say 'us,' do you mean the three of us, me and Charles, or you and me?"

He had not factored Charles into the equation beyond his making reservations. He didn't want to consider Charles as part of their date, but he didn't quite know how to tell Nikki. He decided to leave the choice up to her.

"Hmmm. That depends on which option my wife prefers," he told her.

She tilted her head. "Do you mean that?"

Of course he didn't. "Yes." He tried to hold her gaze so as not to look shifty. He wanted her to believe him.

She leaned forward and put her lips to his. Still holding his face in her hands, she whispered, "Well, darling, I think your wife would prefer that her husband took her out alone this evening. Would that be okay?"

The turbulence in Ed's stomach quelled. He felt the muscles in his face relax. He smiled. "Yes, I think that would be okay."

"I'll tell Charles when I see him up there," she said on her way out.

Ed showered, feeling like the prettiest girl in school had agreed to go with him to the prom.

By the time he was ready and had enjoyed one drink with his wife and her lover, it was dusk. They boarded the dingy to cross the channel to the island. Charles was dressed nicely, which sparked Ed's curiosity.

"Are you going to be socializing tonight, Charles?" Part of him feared the man would be joining them for dinner after all, and that his question was just an attempt to confirm that he had other plans.

"Yes," Charles said. "I'm meeting some friends for dinner on another boat."

"How will we all meet up?" Ed inquired.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 12



Author's Note : This is the final chapter to JTAL. I hope you have enjoyed it. I have enjoyed it quite a lot even though I feel slightly disappointed that I must have failed in some respects with some readers judging from their comments seem to have missed the whole narrative thread of the story. Thanks to those that voted and the silent majority who sent me encouragement via email to continue. To the author of the unfinished story that inspired this tale "Neighbourhood wives: Maddie by kicksaveandabeauty" thank you for the inspiration.

I owe a debt of Gratitude also to authors here who's work I admire who inspired me. Ohio, DQS, GaryAPB, Britease to name but a few but there area many others so to all of you who write thank you.

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The men didn't need to answer her question. As she unlooped the fabric belt around her waist to let the robe part, the shape of her beautiful breasts beneath the transparent white fabric made her look half angel, half slut. There was little doubt which half would soon take charge. 

She walked right up to Charles. Ed watched as a lengthy, passionate kiss passed between them, uncertain where he should be or what he should do. He chastised himself for being awkward. He didn't have to do anything, for crying out loud. It was his boat, his wife, his captain, his agenda in fact. He was in charge and would keep reminding himself of that.

Anyway, as Nikki's tongue wrestled with Charles's and she pressed her pelvis against his, Ed's cock came to attention. The clear night air wove its magic around the three bodies, making promises and implying results.

He edged closer to the entwined pair when, to his surprise, Nikki's hand reached out to stroke him through his clothing. When he was so rigid he could barely think, she murmured something about going on deck, where there was more room to maneuver.

She led the way, of course, and when she'd reached their destination, she planted herself in her favorite chaise. Her robe fluttered a bit in the gentle breeze and opened to reveal a wider swath of skin. Her taut stomach and firm thighs announced and punctuated her pretty, shaved mons. The moonlight's rays on her dark hair infused it with light and shine that almost equaled that in her eyes.

She smiled, surveying her two men as if she had created them and was proud of her work. "My two studs," she purred, threading her fingers together across her sternum. Ed and Charles avoided looking at each other—neither knew what their mistress had in mind but didn't want to be seen as anxious.

"Charles, honey, take your clothes off. Seeing you naked in the moonlight makes me so wet."

Ed wondered whether his clothes needed to be off as well. She either forgot to mention it or didn't care. He tried not to feel neglected, but as Charles revealed that monster cock, he suddenly felt small and insignificant. 

"You, too, sweetheart, I need my wonderful husband naked as well" she said, winking at her husband. 

His heart leapt. Elated, he stripped, suddenly feeling he was on equal footing with his playmates again. The moment he was naked, though, she summoned Charles.

"Feed me that beautiful dick."

Charles stood by her side, offering his big, black snake to her, moving it toward her face slowly, as if it might bite if not handled with caution. Ed saw her lips part. He saw the way her eyes shifted from his face to his cock, and how her eyelids fluttered then shut when the formidable head came within inches of her mouth. Her tongue inched out to taste it, and Charles held still to let her. Ed had never had the privilege of watching her give the black cock such a tender tongue bath, but he liked it. He definitely liked it. 

He was breathless as she followed the bloated circumference of Charles's knob over and over in excruciatingly slow circles. Strain was evident on the black man's face—her attentions were stimulating his need for more. He pushed still closer to her face, aiming his missile at her mouth. She had to open wide—very wide—to accept him. The obscenity of it all sent a shiver up Ed's spine. The huge tube of meat, her eager mouth, the unhurried pace of the action, the unspoken consent—all of it combined to weaken Ed's knees and harden his cock.

Inch by incredible inch, the long, fat dick disappeared into her mouth. It probably was slithering down her throat, Ed calculated, aware of how much of his own cock she'd always been able to accept. She tilted her head and held her neck in such a way that confirmed his suspicions. More than three-quarters of the man's amazing cock now drove itself down her throat yet her gag reflex remained inactive. What an amazing woman.

But then she got more amazing. Again her hand went straight to Ed's crotch, although this time she had to grope a little to locate it. He helped by putting his swollen dick at her fingertips. She took hold of it and immediately began to stroke. Meanwhile, Charles launched into a subtle thrusting pattern. Nothing made her flinch—she welcomed every new entry into her mouth with a slight intake of breath. Her eyes were closed in blissful concentration, even as she jerked her husband off.

She brought her free hand to her pussy. Both men peered at the vortex where her legs met, eager to observe how she'd please herself. While Charles fucked her mouth and she masturbated her husband, she spread her hairless cunt lips wide to reveal her engorged clit, then slid a finger up and down it, letting her juice act as lubricant.

Ed grinned as he took in the scene. Floating on a yacht in the Caribbean, with a black man who suited Nikki's fantasy requirements to perfection, the three of them were naked and enjoying each other in the moonlight. All of them so hot and hungry that nobody knew what might happen next. And none of them caring because the trust among them had reached such unwavering levels. Everybody was focused on pleasing Nikki yet nobody felt overlooked. He was proud of their little group. He was proud of himself for letting go of his preconceived notions about sharing his wife. Had he known what excitement lay in store for him, he never would have let societal conventions get in his way. 

He didn't imagine many people could claim this kind of intimacy in their whole lives let alone on their honeymoon.

Nikki's fingers moved more quickly at her twat now, her cream so profuse that it made squishing noises as she played in it. Ed's mouth watered at the sound of it. Her excitement didn't affect how masterfully she pumped Ed's cock or how thoroughly she consumed Charles's. 

But then she disengaged from Charles so she could speak. "Charles, I'm dripping so much. I think you'd better lick up the mess I'm making."

With his dick as the divining rod, he moved to the foot of the chaise, knelt, and stared longingly at the center of her parted legs. "See what I mean?" she asked him. "Do you think you can take care of that?"

"I think I'm up to the challenge, yes," the tall black man said with a slightly raspy edge in his voice. He stole a quick glance at Ed, who smiled. In return, Charles smiled back before refocusing on her creamy center.

He pressed his big hands against the insides of her thighs to open her wider. He extended his fearsome pink tongue and she squirmed to express her impatience. 

When the tongue made contact with her clit, she inhaled so sharply, both men thought she might be in pain. "Oh, God, that's good," she said, exhaling. She turned to Ed, "Have I told you that Charles eats nearly as well as he fucks?"

Ed didn't expect to be spoken to at this juncture. He was without a retort.

"But your even better at it" she groaned. He nodded in surprise.

Charles's bobbing head attested to the coverage he was giving Nikki. His nose would disappear and re-emerge periodically. And it was obvious when he was tongue-fucking her because his head moved like a piston to and away from her cunt. 

"Honey, my mouths so empty, how about you feed me your cock now?"

How strange that the idea hadn't occurred to him first, he thought, stepping up to her mouth. She'd always been able to take in most of him, but now, having taught herself to accommodate more cock, she gobbled up every inch of his dick. As Charles ate her out, her moans went directly into Ed's piss hole and made his knob vibrate. 

This scene continued for several minutes, so nobody was prepared for Charles's next move. He scooped up her ass and lifted it several inches off the chaise, then said, "Ed, will you hold her ankles?"

"Oh yes, baby!" Nikki said after letting Ed's cock pop out of her mouth. "Do what he says. He's going to eat my ass now!" With such glee in her voice, how could he refuse?

She lowered the back of the chaise quickly. Ed stood at the head of it, and as she extended her legs into the air, he encircled each ankle with one of his hands. He tugged them toward him, which served her ass up beautifully to Charles's waiting face. He looked down at his beautiful wife, with her pussy being eaten by the big, black, apparently ravenous captain, and felt his cock throb with an excitement he doubted he could contain much longer.

"Mmmmmm, do you like watching him eat my pussy, honey? He's really, really good at it. Nearly as good as you."

Before he could answer, she reached up and under her leg to get at his cock. He tried to think of current events, rugby scores, the periodic table of the elements—anything to distract him from how close he was to coming, especially now that her hand milked him so expertly.

"I love you, sweetie, but he eats my ass well like I'm in a dream.This whole thing like a fucking dream!"

She ground herself into Charles's face, which inspired him to grab her ass cheeks, Ed didn't care about pointing out that she'd always denied him access to her asshole, so how could he hope to compete? All that mattered at the moment was her undeniable joy.

"But you know what? Now he's primed me so well that I need that hole fucked. Oh, yes, I need it fucked bad!"

Charles was an agile man—years of crewing and hauling did that to a man. He straddled the chaise, using the armrests for support, and brought his huge dick to the opening she wanted penetrated. Ed had never seen this particular act at such close range. The view caused his breathing to stop and his vision to blur. He blinked a few times to refocus. Just as he did, he saw the gargantuan cock drill itself into her relaxed and waiting sphincter.

"Uuuuggggh," she moaned as he went deeper. She tightened her grip on Ed's cock.

Her pretty hole was stretched tight. So tight that Ed feared for her. The grimace on her face might have suggested pain if not for the words coming out of her mouth.

"Oh, Ed. Oh yes! This is what I've missed, baby. Big, black cock up my ass!"

A strange expression now occupied Charles's face. Ed quickly figured out that it reflected the man's valiant effort not to release the contents of his nuts. It was the same battle that he was fighting.

"He's so good, sweetie. I've never had my ass pounded like this!"

"Nikki, I think I have to come," Charles sputtered.

"Yes! Come all over me. Show Ed what you've got to give me."

Charles pulled out smoothly, hastily even. The moment his huge rod hit the air, the deluge of come erupted, landing on her tits, her robe, her belly, her mons, the backs of her thighs. Great globs of it also hit the deck in audible splats. Only when it was clear that Charles had emptied himself completely did Ed let go of Nikki's ankles. 

The display had so fascinated Ed, that he'd briefly forgotten his own burning need for release. But now, the sight of Nikki covered in the black man's jizz reminded him. She sat up, elegant with her straight back and sloping shoulders but not at all mindful of the semen that adorned her.

"You know what, Charles? I'm thirsty. I could really use a drink," she said.

Charles looked at her as if she spoke a language he didn't know. Surely she didn't want him to trek to the galley at this moment?

"I don't need it in a glass," she clarified, come oozing down one cheek. "You can serve it up like you've done for me before. All over my face."

Ed's heart pounded.

"Is that what you really want right now?" Charles inquired.

"I want that dick to spray me with every fluid it's got." She opened her mouth and extended her tongue.

Charles did not look at Ed this time, which Ed was grateful for. The black man took a few deep breaths, closed his eyes, and pulled his shoulders back. His erection still raged, despite the stupendous orgasm. Ed sympathized—it wasn't easy to just turn on the water works after a come like that.

But Charles was a man who knew how to control his body. Seconds after his deep inhalation, the golden showers flowed. The stream splashed Nikki's face, dripped down her face, and drenched her flimsy robe. Some hit her tongue. 

And it was at that moment that Ed knew, beyond any doubt, that he loved watching her in slut mode. 

His previous fears about this dual persona of hers dissipated in a single instant. He knew, in his soul, that he'd never worry again about the Nikki he enjoyed versus the one that she gave to others. He knew what was going on at last. He'd had little epiphanies about it before, but now ... now he understood it in his gut. Didn't everyone have at least two people inside them? Nikki now had permission to indulge both, and the two men on her honeymoon knew where the wife ended and the slut began. Both were welcome.

"Ed, honey, come on my face. Give me some cream topping!" she urged.

Before she even started the second sentence, the gushing spurts from his cock were flying through the air. No contact with his cock was even necessary. The vision of his wife covered in come and piss triggered all the right switches. He just stood there, with his hands on his hips, as his cock spewed and spit and sprayed like a garden hose. His balls ached from working so hard to pump it all out, but to his delight, the trajectory was just right—the spurts landed in streamerlike strands all over her face. 

She sat there, grinning and grateful, soaked in bodily fluids. 

"You guys are terrific traveling companions," she said happily.

The men smiled, still uncertain how to respond. She didn't help by wiping fingerfuls of come from her face and licking it off with gusto. "Yummy," she said, winking at her men.

"Darling, what do you say we go to bed? I need to get cleaned up, anyway," she finally told Ed.

Nikki got to her feet and gave Charles a tongueless kiss on the lips. Ed picked up his clothes. Nikki was still wearing her robe, although it was considerably soiled.

"Good night, old man," Ed said as she took his arm. Together they walked downstairs to their cabin. 

"Good night," Charles said behind them.

He let her shower first, for obvious reasons.

When she came out of the bathroom, dewy and glowing, he smiled. "You enjoyed yourself," he commented.

"I did," she said definitively, toweling her hair dry. "Did you?"

"Oh yes," he told her, chuckling in a way that sounded self-satisfied even to him. 

He stood up to replace her in the shower and pulled her to him. "I will never be able to tell you the kinds of vistas you've opened up in me," he said.

Affection beamed from her as she slipped her arms around him. "And isn't it funny? I never would have thought to try any of this if it weren't for what I thought you secretly wanted."

They held each other for many seconds, unable to assign words to any more of their feelings. "I'll meet you in bed," she said.

But by the time he returned from his shower, she was sound asleep.

His own sleep was not as sound, but not because he was fretting. His whole being vibrated with a new and unrestrained liberation. For the first time in several days, he was up early—like in the old, ostensibly carefree days—to watch the sun rise and light the horizon on fire. He had slept well enough the night before, but the real issue was that he didn't need the sleep. His brain buzzed and his blood bubbled. He could barely keep still.

As he savored the early morning, he realized he was the happiest at that moment that he'd ever been in his life. That he and Nikki had that rarest of trusting, open-minded relationships was remarkable enough, but that they'd achieved it so soon after their wedding sent his mind reeling. It felt almost criminal to be so happy!

She was still asleep when he returned to the cabin. He didn't want to wake her but somehow, he could do nothing else. He wanted to share his joy and watch her beautiful face reflect it back to him.

"Nik," he whispered close to her ear. "Nikki, honey. Are you awake?"

She opened one eye. "Well if it isn't my little morning dove." Her pillow smelled of her signature cologne, a mixture of lilac and lemon.

"I missed you," he said, grinning sheepishly.

A wide grin spread across her face. "I was just having a dream about you," she said. 

"Oh? That's nice," he said, smiling.

"A wet dream. See for yourself." She was lying on her side, so she lifted her top leg to give him access to her pussy. He seized the moment and found her sopping wet.

"Now what could I have been doing to produce that kind of reaction in your sleep?" He was dying to hear her tell him.

"Exactly what you did last night."

"No!"

"Yes," she told him, laughing at his disbelief. "My dreams and my reality have become one!"

He stroked her juicy folds as he enjoyed her joke. "Thank you for including me in things."

"You've always been included in my mind, darling. If I've left you out of anything I'm sorry. I might have got carried away but convincing you that your more important might be the hard part!"

"No," he said. "Here's the hard part." He brought her hand to his cock, which had been erect since he'd returned to the cabin that morning.

"I loved it when you came on my face last night." The glint in her eyes told him that fun was in store.

"I loved it when you told me to." Her pussy lips practically bloomed in his hands. He slipped a finger into her slit.

"Did you like holding my legs so Charles could push his big, black dick into me?"

He pulled the covers from her naked body, and she promptly shifted onto her back. He repositioned himself between her legs and spread them as Charles had the night before.

"Yours is the most beautiful pussy in the world. Why wouldn't Charles want to fuck it? Tell me what you feel when he does this."

Ed aimed his tip at her shiny, dripping slit and entered her as the black man had done the night before. He watched her pussy lips deepen in color and open like petals to accommodate him. She'd stretched more when Charles had gone in. He wanted to hear her talk about that.

She bit her lip, considering her words. Ed was deep inside her, leaning his weight into her to fill her to capacity. "He feels like something completely foreign. I see him—the dark skin, the tight body, the muscles—and I know that he's human and he's hot, but the sensation of him fucking me is unlike anything I've ever known. It's like some unknown object is pushing itself into me, and I always feel like I'll either rip open or slip into some new phase of oblivion if I accept it. The risk is so compelling. Every time, I wonder 'Will this be the time I'm damaged beyond repair?' But then the sensation moves from pain into something so sublime, I forget I was ever worried."

He slammed into her hard, longing for the feeling of oblivion she described. He pictured the scene: the black cock promising pain or pleasure, her acceptance of it, the way her pussy creamed when the pain morphed to pleasure. He didn't pretend he was Charles as he made love to his wife, but he did re-create the image of that cock driving her to the brink of delirium. The memory made him thrust into her faster, harder, more fervently than he had in a very long time. 




Journey to Another Life Ch. 12



There were still demons in him, he realized. Little gremlins that craved sex with Nikki however and whenever it was available, but that still demanded answers and explanations about why. He was done with those demons, he thought with thrusts that made her tits slam up toward her face. Asking questions that couldn't be answered was the best way to stay mired in darkness. And he was through with that.

"But his dick, Ed! It's the thing I just can't get enough of. I see it and I want it inside me all the time. No hole is off limits!"

He was close to coming but her words pushed him to new actions, so he pulled out, put his hands on the backs of her thighs, and nudged them upward. She anticipated his next move.

"No, not there."

"But..." He stopped himself. 

"That's the slut hole,at the moment" she explained. "My big black stud can fill that but not my loving husband. I want you there my love but please not on this trip"

He looked at her, questioning somehow not fully comprehending.

"I have to have some lines for this fantasy," she said. "Otherwise, I might lose myself. After this trip its all yours whenever you want it but while we are here I have to keep things straight in my head darling."

It made sense to him actually. On some level, he'd always known that she was reserving parts of herself for him and parts for lovers, but hearing her say it clarified and cemented his suspicions. And the reason she gave actually complimented him. It wasn't that she didn't want him there but rather she didn't want to confuse her lust for Charles with her love for him.

And so he returned to her pussy, which had grown hotter and wetter even in the moments he'd been out. She squeezed her cunt muscles and it was as if her hands were jerking him off last night again. 

"Did you like it when Charles pissed on his little slut,?" she smiled "Your going to have to be ready to treat me like that after this as well." He pumped into her like a man possessed the image of her promise burnt into his brain.

She had a knack for choosing the words that would launch his next orgasm instantly. He let go of his load straight into her pussy, filling her as completely as he imagined Charles might. The way the walls of her cunt spasmed and grabbed him, he knew she was probably entertaining her own erotic fantasies. 

He showered her with kisses, lingering on her perky nipples and delicate belly button. His fingers caressed every smooth curve of her hips, thighs, and calves. And he lavished attention on even her tiniest toes. 

There was no part of her that he didn't cherish and wanted to prove it to her every day.

They held each other for a lovely quiet interlude. They lay so still that their heartbeats and the gentle rocking of the ocean were the only sounds and movements they were aware of. Finally, he felt relaxed. At peace.

Because of a ship to shore phone call he needed to make, he arrived on deck for breakfast about thirty minutes after she did. She had put that half-hour to exceptional use—he found her in her bikini, face buried between Charles's ass cheeks. Charles, it would appear, had found a whole new way to serve breakfast—he'd put himself on the menu.

"Good morning, Ed," the black man greeted him. No shame or embarrassment showed on his face, even though his Bermuda shorts sat around his ankles and behemoth of a cock swung threateningly from between his legs. 

Nikki moved away briefly from the man's ass. "Oh! Hi, sweetie. I hope you don't mind—I couldn't wait for you."

"Oh, it's quite all right. We all take nourishment in our own way," he chuckled. The truth was, however, that so soon after their own wonderful sexual exchange that morning, he was a little disappointed to find that she needed Charles for additional satisfaction. He tried to remember how he'd felt earlier that morning, how ready he was to accept that they'd crossed into a world of adult behavior heretofore unknown to him. He wasn't jealous of Charles, exactly. Or was he? What was this feeling?

He poured himself some coffee as Nikki resumed her licking of Charles's asshole. "Watch me lick his ass, baby," she urged. Ed wasn't quite in the mood to see Charles's private in the bright light of morning, but if Nikki was, he could probably be convinced to join in somehow. Still, it felt undeniably odd to add cream and sugar to his coffee amid slurping and groaning from his wife. He settled himself into a deck chair and dedicated himself to getting into the moment.

To his surprise, it didn't take long at all before his cock was as rigid as it had been only an hour before. He stroked himself without a shred of self-consciousness. 

He saw her delve into the man's asshole like a woman possessed. As she spread his cheeks apart, she delivered wide, wet licks that not only covered the hole but also matted the hair around it. Repulsive and alluring, it was not a scene Ed could look away from for more than a few seconds at a time. 

Charles prodigious dick had swelled to full size now. And Nikki would know because she had reached between his legs to check. The check had turned into a full-on jerk-off and within minutes, she withdrew from his ass and asked him to sit in the chair across from Ed. He did. She then promptly impaled her anus on his flesh pipe, riding it with an abandon so intense, so extreme, Ed didn't even attempt to get involved. Her drive was single-minded and hungry, and as the black man filled her forbidden passage, pushing her into that zone that she'd described to Ed that morning, he watched her slip into the place where no man—neither Ed nor Charles—was part of her conscious mind.

Her eyes widened and glazed. Charles thrust up into her. She rode him, using her strong, shapely thighs to control the speed. Ed wondered just where she found the space to put all of the black man's cock, but then decided he didn't care. It was too damn sexy to watch so much of it disappear in her ass.

"Tell me you love it, honey. Tell me you like to see your wife getting stuffed by the biggest, blackest cock you ever saw!"

Ed could not say those words. He didn't think he needed to say those words. Thankfully, the question became moot as she quivered and quaked with an orgasm so severe, Charles had to hold her by the waist to keep her from toppling. Because she'd stolen the show, nobody noticed until after the fact that Charles had shot a sizeable load of come into her. It wasn't until it started to seep out of her and down her thighs that Ed realized what had happened. It was a surprising sight, but he knew Nikki was smart enough to use caution around such things. 

Also to his surprise, she rose from his dick and didn't immediately desire a shower. Instead, she joined Ed at the table, pouring herself a cup of coffee and tilting her face toward the sun as if she were planning to stay a while. And stay she did.

During the next two days, Ed learned how truly insatiable his wife was. Because time was so precious during these remaining few days of their honeymoon, Nikki seemed determined to utilize every waking moment by having sex with either him or Charles. When he thought she was napping or showering, she was off screwing Charles—taking it up the ass, drinking his piss, making a spectacle of herself off the side of the boat while the black man fucked her from behind. Ed didn't mind any of it, but the sheer frequency of it fascinated him. Her attentions towards him alos reached a fever pitch he honestly thought she might kill him at one stage after a particularly torrid session.

One afternoon, he'd gone swimming and upon returning to the boat, found Nikki giving Charles a blowjob so thorough, the black man actually convulsed when he came. 

And then there was the time that Ed returned from another phone call to discover them going at it in the cockpit.

Each beverage Charles consumed, Ed couldn't help but think about how likely it would be to become the next golden shower that Nikki demanded.

She usually got him to join in by whatever means were available or appropriate for him, but sometimes, he tried to figure out where she got her energy. Three and four liaisons a day would be enough to exhaust anyone, wouldn't it? By the end of the second day of this sexual marathon, even Charles was looking a little haggard. Happy—but haggard.

When he wasn't watching her latest escapade, Ed pictured what life might have been like had Nikki met Charles on their home turf. Would she have exercised more caution? Contented herself with less sex? Been this free with body? No he decided she wouldn't have. The boat and the potent tropical sun, he felt certain, were vital ingredients in this sexual cocktail. 

At no time did he suspect that Nikki intended or even desired to bring Charles home with them when the honeymoon was over. He knew he wasn't that open-minded but it seemed she wasn't either.

But the question about if there would be others when they got home preyed upon him and it became clear that he was going to have to ask it sooner rather than later. He'd wait for the right moment, of course, he was fearful of the answer. What if she wanted more of strange cock than this fantasy on their honeymoon would allow? Could Ed adjust to a daily life of a living with a slut wife?

The tropical sun is working on you, too, buddy, he scolded himself. Even if Nikki wanted to take lovers when at home, She must know Ed might have something to say about it! Ed had a life and a important business there and what might be fine for him in the Caribbean—he wouldn't be likely to accept that at home. He thought about Charles but remembered he'd been through this kind of shipboard romance thing before, he'd said, so he was no stranger to parting and good-byes.

Nevertheless, as they prepared to celebrate their last day at sea, Ed made a note to find out Nikki's intentions for the future.

All was quiet on the boat. Nikki had risen at a reasonable hour and although no sex had yet christened the day, the deck was devoid of tension. The sea's calm was reflected in the ship's crew and passengers. 

Nobody wanted to talk about how they'd be back in St. Martin the next day.

Charles had slipped off to the galley to clean up after a delicious breakfast of mangú—a green plantain puree with fried eggs. Nikki had requested that he make something typical of a Caribbean breakfast. "And not something rich people eat. Show us what regular people have for breakfast!" she'd instructed. Ed felt sure she'd had that sort of pedestrian fare at one restaurant or another during the honeymoon, but perhaps not. Or maybe she'd just wanted to make a request of Charles, since their time together was rapidly dwindling to a close. Either way, the breakfast—which Charles served with carrots and ginger for an especially remarkable flavor—had been a hit and now Nikki lay on her back, sunbathing and relaxing. Ed was doing his best to devote his attention to sailing the boat.

Ed couldn't be sure what was going through Nikki's head, but in addition to relaxing, he was also reflecting on the honeymoon and what an incredible emotional journey it had been. As he looked over at his wife, he smiled to himself. She was and probably would always be the most exciting woman he'd ever known. And now that he had memories of her doing all sorts of unspeakably nasty things with other men, she had become—more than ever—the center of his erotic universe.

He watched as her breasts rose and fell in the famous white bikini as she breathed softly under the sun's soothing rays. He let his eyes linger over her taut tummy and smooth, tanned legs. Her skin color had darkened several shades over the course of the honeymoon, adding to her delectable allure.

"Why not take a picture? It lasts longer," she said quietly, not even turning her head.

He hadn't been able to see her eyes because of her sunglasses but obviously, she'd been watching him, too. They both laughed.

"I'm just admiring my beautiful wife," he said, grinning and not really caring whether she noticed that he was hard. It felt so damn good to be with her and know that he could feast his eyes on her whenever he wanted.

She turned her head toward him and smiled. "I'm glad you like what you see."

"As always."

"I'm pretty happy with my prize, too."

He smiled. "I see a cozy little bay coming up. What do you say the three of us dock there for lunch?"

"Sounds great! Are there places to eat or should Charles prepare something?"

"It looks pretty deserted from here. I'll go ask Charles to put a basket together. Any requests?" he asked, making reference to her breakfast challenge.

She smirked sheepishly. "No, smartie. No requests. At least, not where food is concerned."

He chortled as he got to his feet. "I'm sure we'll be hearing about those later."

"You better believe you will!" she called after him, laughing.

Even by noon, the heat hadn't reached sweltering temperatures. As the threesome rode ashore to yet another blissfully uninhabited island, Nikki sighed.

"You okay?" Ed asked.

"I'm so okay, I think I must be dreaming," she replied. "What a heavenly day!"

While Charles began to set up their lunch, Nikki pulled Ed aside. "Let's take a quick walk," she suggested.

When they were well out of Charles's earshot, she took Ed's arm and asked, "How are you doing?"

"I'm happier than any man ought to be. Why do you ask?"

"I just thought I'd check in on you. Are you still happy with how things are going?"

He liked it when she was earnest and inquisitive. It gave her face a disarmingly innocent quality.

"Overall, yes, I'm happy. This has been the most incredible two weeks of my life."

"Good. Me, too." She took his hands and kissed his mouth with a passionate peck.

"I think I've even reconciled myself to the slut."

She furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're just so different with other men. Sometimes it still bothers me that you'll do things with Charles that you won't do with me, but then I remember why you do it, and I feel better."

She paused and searched his face. "I'm a slut for you and for me. But when we're alone together, the slut isn't as necessary when we are here. I put her away. But she will come out when we are at home again. For you darling."

"Yes," he said, reassured as always to hear her justify and explain her behavior as well as her love for him. "I understand that now. But I have to ask you something."

"Anything."

"Did you get what you wanted? Did you realize the fantasy you had?"

"I got my big black stud, so yes, I think I did!" She laughed, knowing that she owed Ed more than such a glib response. "Well, my fantasy had two parts. I wanted to have the biggest, blackest cock on earth, and I wanted you to get off on seeing me have it. I know I accomplished the first part, so I have to ask you now if you got what you wanted. And whether you're sorry you ever wanted it."

"I got what I wanted, and that's something, considering how I didn't really know what I wanted for a while, there. Once I stopped fighting it all, I enjoyed it more. I've got tapes in my head now that will keep me aroused for decades."

She giggled. "Well, that makes two of us!" She kissed him again, this time giving him a bear hug at the same time. "What I'm going to say may surprise you."

"I wonder if that's possible at this point."

She dismissed him with a cluck of her tongue and rolled her eyes. "When we get home, I'm not expecting to continue this lifestyle. This little adventure is a one-time only thing, as far as I'm concerned. I plan on being monogamous and putting my slut behavior behind me."

"Are you sure, I wanted to ask you about that?"

"Finding Charles was a once-in-a-lifetime situation. Nothing could top it, so why try? Anyway, I don't want to make a habit of it, you know? It won't be special if we do."

He nodded. "I can't say I'm not relieved to hear you say that. To be honest, I was going to tell you the same thing!"

She laughed. "So once we get back home, our love life will consist of each other, right?"

"Right."

"Because that's what we really want."

"Yes."

"Whew! That was easy." She took his arm to head back to where Charles and his picnic basket waited. "I don't think I've ever been closer to you. I don't even know if I ever knew it was possible to be this close to someone."

"I know. I feel the same way," he assured her. 

Lunch was yet another incredible repast, and the atmosphere among the trio was subdued but still warm and affectionate. They laid back on the blanket after they ate, and Ed got the distinct impression that both he and Charles awaited some signal from Nikki about what was to come next. Ed felt something was in the air, and it didn't take long for his suspicions to be validated.

She sat up on her elbows and parted her thighs. She wore a short skirt and bikini top, and judging by the way Charles fought against staring at the view between her legs, Ed felt certain she wore no panties. 

"You know," she said slowly to both men, "just because this is a shipboard romance doesn't mean we have to confine our activities to the ship. Does it?" She looked from one man to the other, both of whom shook their heads in ready concurrence. 

"And just because I've had lunch doesn't mean I don't want to eat some thick, cocks."

A strange expression of relief and hunger spread across Charles's face, who sat on the backs of his heels. Ed wondered whether Charles had been thinking that the good times were over, since Nikki had waited until well after noon for the day's romp with him.

"Sorry, darling, but I might need to make the most of Charles while I still have him," she said, winking.

"It's your honeymoon, sweetheart," Ed told her, smiling at both her and Charles. "It should be full of as much sex as you can handle."

"Which is quite a lot," Charles added, unzipping his white shorts. It took several moments for the full length of his hard-on to unfurl from the small opening, but when it was finally out, Nikki sighed again.

"Oh, God help me, but that thing makes my mouth water."

It was indeed a striking sight—the black cock against the white shorts made it look even bigger than it was. The Stewarts stared at it: Nikki with desire, Ed with respect. 

In an instant, Nikki was on her hands and knees, running her tongue all over the ebony monster. The thick meat bobbed and swayed under Nikki's attentions, and the way Charles thrust his hips out slightly, Ed could tell that he adored being her focus. Ed watched while she drew crazy designs all over the black tip with her tongue, and how the man moved his hips as if he were already fucking the object of his desire.

She tugged down his shorts while she fellated him, yanking with so much vigor that Charles wobbled slightly. But the sudden movement didn't stop him from rubbing the top of her head with his big hand, pushing her face down and down, closer to his sac. Nikki opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could and forced the dark snake down her gullet, but Ed was secretly pleased to see that she could only take about three-quarters of it. He liked the idea that she got more than she bargained for with Charles. 

Once his balls were exposed, however, one of her hands went to them and started to hold and knead them. The man's nuts were larger than his fist. And they were tight, high, and swollen—cooking up the come that would soon be enjoyed by Nikki.

She pulled the cock from her mouth and helped him out of his shorts completely. She then immediately positioned herself on her back, with her face underneath Charles's balls. She reached around, grabbed his ass, and proceeded to lick his sac with big, wide laps. Most of her face was obscured by the mass of the black man's balls, but Ed heard the wet licks, even over the sound of the surf.




Journey to Another Life Ch. 12



She shimmied backwards, using her ass to walk herself a bit behind Charles. Ed understood instantly that she was after the man's asshole again. Sure enough, soon Charles bent forward to give her tongue better access to him. His face landed at her pubic bone, where he wasted no time lifting her skirt and helping himself to her pussy.

And so, there they were, enjoying a seaside 69 party as Ed watched. Nikki's legs were spread wide and her pelvis tilted to feed Charles every glorious inch of her wet cunt. 

"Oh, sweetheart, come closer. Watch me lick his ass!"

Ed repositioned himself to see her tongue in action. It swirled around the man's opening, rimming it as if it were the salt-covered edge of a margarita glass. Ed pulled his own swim trunks down and didn't even look around to see if anybody was watching, before he began jerking off. His erection was so fierce, so demanding, he didn't even think about getting caught or being seen. He stroked himself as Nikki's pink tongue burrowed into the black man's hole. When she wiggled it around inside, Ed pumped his fist faster.

"I want to eat everything he's got, Ed!" she murmured between dives. "His ass makes me so hot!"

She ate him with gusto, pushing her pussy up higher into Charles's face and grinding it mercilessly. Charles responded by sucking her clit and finger-fucking her cunt, which only made her eat him more desperately.

"Suck my tits, Ed. Play with me."

And he was on his knees, trying to get at her breast underneath Charles's strong black abdomen. No sooner had he begun to get the feel of her hard nipple on his tongue when her orgasm shot through her like electrical current, sending her bucking and squirming under both men. Charles kept eating, but did take a few seconds to blurt out, "I'm coming, Nikki!" before spewing jizz all over her torso.

Ed, who had been beating himself off while trying to suck her tit, now worked full time to bring about his own come—he didn't want to be walking around with a hard-on while his cohorts had passed into post-coital tranquility. He was proud of what he shot high into the air, especially when some of it landed on Nikki's cheek and hair.

The threesome lolled about on the blanket for a while to let the fervor of the moment evolve into quiet satisfaction. They cleaned each other up—or rather both men helped Nikki get put together—and then headed back to the boat, where pleasant conversation and an easy peacefulness settled on them.

They didn't see much of Charles for the remainder of the afternoon, however. Once they'd returned from the island, he told them that he needed a few hours in the galley to prepare for their final dinner onboard.

Nikki took a long nap in the cabin. Ed caught up on some reading. They convened on deck for Charles's special dinner at eight o'clock. Nikki wore a short black dress with spaghetti straps and beaded fringe that shimmered when she moved. Charles began the feast with a toast.

"To Ed and Nikki, my favorite employers, passengers, and sex partners. You've made this a voyage I will never forget." His voice wavered slightly, and Nikki's eyes moistened. She went to him and kissed his cheek.

"We feel the same way," Nikki said softly. "You are an incredible man, Charles."

"And a hell of a seaman," Ed added, immediately realizing that the word would sound like "semen" when spoken. But nobody laughed, which pleased him.

Candlelight infused the night with a wistful quality that seemed to bring them closer together. Slightly too much champagne was consumed by all, probably on purpose.

After dessert, Nikki sat back in her chair and surveyed her two men wordlessly. Ed could practically hear both cocks snap to attention. 

"Ed, Charles, I think it's time that I had you both. At the same time. Would that be all right with you, darling?" 

Ed wasn't entirely sure what she had in mind, but the champagne had made him amenable enough for practically anything. He nodded. "Of course, my love."

"Wonderful. Let me prepare you, then."

She got up, dress a-shimmer, and unzipped her husband. He helped her remove his pants and briefs until he sat naked from the waist down. He felt proud of his hard-on, even though it was considerably smaller than Charles's.

While he sat there, Charles moved the table away, then Nikki stripped him in a similar fashion. Then, she led the black man a little closer to Ed. Standing between the men, she took one cock in one hand and one in the other. 

"You're both going to fuck me tonight. I want to feel both of you filling me up at the same time."

There was no need for either man to comment. Her plans suited them just fine. 

Nikki straddled Ed's chair, causing her dress to rise and reveal yet another pantyless outfit. Ed could smell the beginnings of her wetness. He put his fingers to her pussy lips and found them slick and ready. And yet, looking up at her, he suddenly wanted to make her come, right then and there. So he went to the spot he knew was always responsive, the tiny section of her clit that could always be relied on to send distress signals to her brain. She uttered a tiny yelp and arched her back as soon as his fingers began to work. 

"You don't mind if I warm you up first, do you, honey?" he asked, knowing that she was already unable to answer because her orgasm was so imminent. When she gave it up, fluid flowed into her palm and her pussy lips quivered. She held on to his shoulders and called out her pleasure. Charles came up behind her and held her butt cheeks.

"That's right, baby. Let it out. Ed's fingers are giving you what you need," Charles growled into her ear.

And her come did last for a while. Ed kept diddling throughout, and the longer she shouted, the harder he got. He couldn't see Charles's erection, but suspected the same was true for him.

Finally, she finished and immediately began to laugh as a way to unwind. "Well, now!" She said when her breathing took on a more regular pattern. "That was fun!"

"That was the idea," Ed said.

"But now it's time for my idea."

Her drenched cunt descended on his prick, shrouding it in tight, fiery heat. "Mmmmm, yes," she said. "I love the way you feel inside me." She squirmed to drive him deeper.

Charles stood behind her, fucking the side of her neck with his prodigious cock. She grinned, shut her eyes, and let it nuzzle her as if it were a furry pet that she was fond of. Charles then broke her shoulder straps and pulled her dress down to reveal her breasts. Ed watched as Charles squeezed and bounced Nikki's tits while she rode her husband.

"And now, sweetheart, I'm going to ask Charles to fuck me up the ass. You'll both be inside me at the same time. Can you feel me getting wetter just thinking about it?"

"I think that's a fantastic idea," Ed told her, holding her hips as she rose and fell on his cock.

She leaned forward to show Charles her crack. The black man moved efficiently to stick his tip into her sphincter. Ed saw her wince and felt her pussy get tighter. Charles drilled slowly, knowing her body well enough now to wait for the right signals. 

"Oh, my God. Ed, this is unbelievable," she whispered. "He's pushing up my ass and it feels like there's no room for him because your cock is inside me. But he's filling me, baby, he's filling my asshole, and it's so fantastic!"

She stiffened and arched her back. She clutched Ed's shoulders and made noises in her throat that Ed had never heard before. 

"Take it up the ass, baby. There you go," Charles mumbled when he had gone as deep into her as he could. 

"Now fuck me," she rasped. "Both of you! Fuck my holes!"

Ed thrust upward. Charles banged from behind. Together, they sent Nikki into a speechless delirium of pain and pleasure that Ed could only attempt to imagine. 

"Come in me," she managed to utter. "Give me come!"

Her pussy squeezed and practically choked Ed's cock—between that and the visuals, he could do nothing to hold back the tide of spunk that now burst from his cock. He groaned loudly, but his voice was soon overshadowed by Charles's, who was dumping a load of his own into her ass.

It was a bittersweet fuck—they all wanted it to be the one they could take with them, the one that would define their time together on the boat. Which is why Ed had to force himself to choke back a sob as his orgasm subsided. 

Nikki, however, could not exercise the same self-control. She wept openly as jizz seeped out of both her holes and the men gradually pulled out of her. She slumped to the deck and looked at Charles, wide-eyed and pleading. 

"Give me one last drink, Charles. I want to taste this one for the rest of my life."

With a shiny thread of come still dripping from his tip, he tried to shake his cock out of performance mode to give her what she wanted. A few deep breaths later, he was delivering a perfect arc of yellow nectar to her face. She opened her mouth to catch it all as Ed stared, fascinated.

When the black man was finished, she turned to Ed. "Let's go to bed, sweetheart. If I stay here any longer, I'll just sit here like a blubbering fool."

Ed rose from his chair. He nodded at Charles, holding his gaze for a second longer than usual in an attempt to convey his gratitude. Then he took the arm of his come-stuffed, piss-dripping wife and walked, bottomless, to their cabin.

If the day before had been subdued, today was downright funereal. Last night's wildly satisfying evening had marked the final curtain for the threesome's antics, a realization Ed was glad to make today rather than the previous night. He would not have been able to enjoy himself with such abandon if he'd given too much thought to the gravity of the situation. 

The sky was slightly overcast—a reflection of the spirits on the boat. Nevertheless, Nikki sunbathed, although there was a perfunctory air about her, as if she were only lying there out of habit. She hadn't said a word in the past hour. Charles spent most of his time in the cockpit. Ed looked at his watch. It was going to be a long seven hours before it was time to dock at St. Martin. 

Just as he, too, started to close his eyes and surrender to the pervasive melancholy, Nikki's voice jarred him.

"Sweetie, can I ask you something?"

His eyes shot open. He hadn't heard that coy, little-girl inflection in her voice for more than a week. "Of course. What's up?"

"I would really like to have a last romp with Charles. Just the two of us. Would you mind terribly?"

He wasn't sure, but considering it was the last day of their honeymoon, he didn't want to deny her anything. "If that's what you want, I have no objections."

"Thank you, honey." She was already on her feet. "I just need one for the road," she told him, winking. She had suddenly once again become the animated, energetic Nikki that he knew and loved.

He watched as she made her way to the cockpit, swaying her perfect chassis like a woman who knew its power. 

When Charles saw her, his heart crawled into his throat. She wanted him one more time! He felt so much more than fortunate or lucky—he felt blessed. 

"I couldn't go without giving you a proper goodbye," Nikki whispered as she brought her lips to his.

He memorized the softness of her lips and the way her breasts pressed against his chest. He inhaled slowly to commit her delectable scent to memory. By tonight, he would miss her, and by next week, he would need desperately to conjure up his recollections of her for sustenance.

They kissed passionately for a few minutes but Charles was so hard, he could not continue without having more of her. 

"May we go to my cabin?" he asked.

She nodded, took his hand, and they scurried to his cabin, passing Ed in the process. He gave them a modified salute, Nikki giggled and waved, and Charles nodded with a sober expression on his face. From Ed's deck chair, he saw how enormous the black man's erection already was. Nikki would be getting what she needed in a matter of minutes, he surmised.

In his cabin, Charles could barely contain his joy. As much as he'd enjoyed having sex with Nikki in Ed's presence, he sometimes wished for those early days, when she was his and Ed wasn't always there. Not that he wanted to deceive Ed, but for a precious few days, Charles had the honor of being Nikki's lover, a man distinctly separate from her husband. He liked their stolen moments—even if Ed was aware of it the illicitness of it all had made his time with her more special. 

He showered her beautiful breasts with kisses and ran his fingers through her long, dark hair. She traced the outline of his pecs with her fingertips then repeated the process with her tongue. He slipped his hand between her legs. Her pussy was still hairless but not quite as smooth as a few days ago. The early signs of stubble didn't deter him in the least, however. He roamed her slippery folds and crevices, trying to burn her into his brain for later retrieval. The slick softness, the aromatic waves that rose up to meet him, the way her pelvis moved when she wanted him to stroke her faster: all of it was so endearing, he never wanted to forget it.

Her hands were working toward a similar goal. She wanted to remember how long his dick was and tried several circumspect ways of measuring it with her hands. She extended her fingers and found that he was longer than the distance between the tip of her pinkie and the tip of her thumb. She tried wrapping her hand around it, only to discover that her fingers weren't long enough. 

She dropped to her knees and put the luscious slab of meat between her lips, noticing how wide her mouth had to stretch to take all of it. Would she ever forget how his balls smelled? She hoped not. She licked them to make sure. 

On the bed, he got on his back and she straddled him, positioning her cunt over his face. She leaned forward, toward his cock, just as he burrowed into her pussy face first. She spent a long time on his hard-on, tasting and licking the shaft, and tickling the head. Every time he leaked a little pre-come, she flicked her tongue to remove it. While she worked, he did his best to consume every drop of her juice, sometimes making sucking noises to swallow it all. 

She spent time on his balls, too. They were too big to suck into her mouth efficiently, so she had to use a hand-and-mouth combination that sent shivers up his spine. 

He knew she was working her way to his asshole, and the anticipation threatened to make him explode.

He purposely hadn't cleaned himself as thoroughly as he might have that morning. Maybe he hoped she'd want to eat him one more time. He wanted to be nice and filthy for her—knowing that she loved everything from his shit to his piss turned him on like nothing ever had. No woman had ever expressed that kind of sentiment before, and it made him feel manlier than any other sexual experience he'd known. It also meant that she appreciated everything about him. He now believed that, if given the opportunity, he'd lick shit out of her asshole, too. And it would probably taste divine!

She rimmed him slowly and with each stroke of her tongue, his sphinter relaxed more. She seemed to know when the time was right to insert one delicate finger inside him and wiggle it until he cried out.

She seized the moment to pull herself up and sit on his dick. She drove him up into her pussy and rode him until he emptied his balls inside her. Then, snatch dripping, she stuffed him up her asshole and drained him of jizz he didn't even know he had. She came when he did, only much louder. He only saw her cascading hair and shapely back as his cock penetrated one hole and then the other.

With both orifices leaking his sperm, she stood on the bed and looked down at him. Healthy color flushed her cheeks. He liked how messed up her hair was—it meant she'd abandoned herself to their activities. 

She wobbled a little as she spoke. "Charles, I'm going to lie down on the floor and I want you to cover me head to toe in your piss. I mean it. Spray me until I'm drenched. Good and wet."

She was true to her word, and he was compliant to a fault. He urinated on her feet, her legs, her mound, her tits, and finally on her face. She opened her mouth to swallow the remaining drops he fed her. When he was finished, he dropped to his knees and gave her a long, slow, heartfelt kiss.

She had dressed for drama: a black mini dress with red belt, and her hair swept up and held in random spots with diamond-and-ruby-encrusted combs. A diamond necklace Ed had given her as a wedding gift adorned her graceful neck. She didn't have to work at being memorable, Ed thought to himself, but it was charming to see her try.

Although the three of them had always known this day would come, tears were inevitable. There was no outright weeping, but Ed's throat was tight, and he noticed more than one tear stream down his wife's cheek as she embraced the big black man. She spoke low and soft to him, with words Ed couldn't hear and didn't want to.

"There's nothing I could say that could ever convey my gratitude," Charles said, voice wavering. "Ed, the gift of such a warm and beautiful woman was more than I could ever have hoped for." He shook Ed's hand warmly and clasped it with his free one. Ed nodded at first, not trusting his voice, but finally managed to gain control. 

"Charles, you gave us unimaginable pleasure," he said. "And I'm not just talking about the meals."

Charles smiled. "Thank you."

Nikki touched his arm and held it. "Please stay in touch, Charles. Even if it's just to let us know you're alive and well."

The black man nodded. "I will."

They went their separate ways, never turning around to look at one another for fear the sense of finality might spoil their memories. Ed and Nikki made a beeline for the restaurant where they had dinner reservations. Charles ensured that their luggage was delivered to the villa.

The restaurant was just quiet enough to have a conversation but noisy enough to obscure the words from eavesdroppers. 

"It's hard to believe it's over," Nikki said, green eyes round with sadness.

"That the trouble with real life. It always intervenes."

"Wasn't it wonderful, though?"

"Oh yes. I wouldn't have traded it for anything," Ed assured her. 

"Are you sure you were okay with my seeing him alone one last time today?"

"I had a little pang of insecurity, but it passed," he said truthfully, lowering his eyes. "I thought about how I once snuck around to peep into the porthole to catch a glimpse of the two of you in action. I didn't have the compulsion to do that today, so I guess that's progress," he added wryly, grinning at her.

"Ed, seriously, do you regret what we've done?" 

"What if I did?"

"I don't know. I don't think I could live with myself."

"Stop worrying. Any reservations I had going in were gone as of a few days ago. I'm actually amazed by what we did."

"Really? How?" Her eyes sparkled.

"So many married couples spend their lives suspecting each other of infidelity and then sneaking around behind each other's backs to get the excitement they crave. We'll always be different, you and me. We identified early what turned us on, and were lucky enough to discover that it was the same thing."

She giggled. "Yes, that was convenient, wasn't it?"

"I mean, it wasn't exactly the same, obviously, but it involved you being pleasured by somebody else."

"While you watched and joined in. That's the important part."

"Yes, and that's the part I seemed to resist in the beginning. I was a victim of brainwashing, I guess." He smiled at her, admiring once again how stunning she was.

"It's so weird how that whole monogamy model persists, isn't it? It doesn't make anybody happy but everybody keeps trying to conform to it. I think what we did even if it was really a fantasy made us happy and even brought us closer. But how could we ever explain that to the average married person?" she said.