11 comments/ 47654 views/ 4 favorites On the Deck By: Lovewins My wife and I have been married for about 12 years. Its been a great marriage, and we've been lucky to have 3 children. Personally, I think my wife is still as hot as hell, even though she has put on a few pounds with the children. She doesn't see it the same way and thinks that, due to the extra pounds, no one would find her attractive, let alone want to fuck her. We've talked about her trying to dress sexy when we go out and see if anyone will check her out or buy her a drink, but its all been just talk. Nothing has ever come of it. A few months ago, we made plans with a mutual friend of ours and his wife to get together for dinner, have some drinks and maybe enjoy some time in their Jacuzzi. Joe has been a friend of mine since we were teenagers, and my wife had actually dated him briefly back in college as well. They never had sex, but I know that Joe would have fucked her then and I am sure he wouldn't miss a chance if something were to happen now. Joe is still a big flirt, so I knew that the conversation would be heated and sexual, regardless of what was going on, and I think my wife was prepared for that. We had a great dinner full of innuendo and basic conversation, killed a few bottles of good wine, and when the Jack Daniels bottle came out, I knew we were in for some fun. As my wife began to get more and more tipsy, she became freer in her responses to Joe's and my comments about sex and her body. And, as time continued to pass, you could sense her inhibitions dropping more and more, and I was wondering where this was all going to lead. Joe recommended that we all get changed and head out to the Jacuzzi for some more drinks and some relaxation. So, we went outside, opened the hot tub, and got in. At this point, nothing overtly sexual is happening. Just some cuddling and enjoying the jets and hot water and letting the copious amounts of alcohol take their effect. After a half hour or so, Joe said that he was going to take his wife inside and make love to her and that we could have the hot tub all to ourselves to enjoy. YES! We've never done anything outdoors. Its always been inside, in a room, where no one else could see. Could this be the night? I was pretty sure that I was going to get lucky, but would it be here or would I just have to wait until we got home? In any case, Joe disappeared and we started to kiss and fondle in the water. As I reached to free her from her suit and to finger her pussy, my wife stopped me and instructed me to sit up on the edge of the tub. I did as I was told, and she grabbed my throbbing cock and started to give me the blow job of a lifetime. This was world class! A porn star couldn't have done better. As my wife bobbed on my cock, I noticed that her free hand was between her legs, fingering the hell out of her pussy. She was obviously hornier than she has ever been with me, and I was loving it. As I enjoyed the blow job and the show that I was getting, I noticed that Joe was peeking out the window at what was going on. Seeing as he and my wife had previously dated, I knew this had to be a turn-on for him as well, so I motioned for him to come back out and watch closer. He came back outside, but even with the noise of the door and him walking on the deck, my wife never stopped sucking my cock or fingering her pussy. I knew that she knew he was there, but at this point, no one cared! As she sucked my cock, Joe pulled his shorts down and started jerking his meat as he watched. Suddenly, my wife lifted her mouth off of me, looked at Joe and licked her lips in his direction. I nodded at him and he needed no further encouragement. He stooped toward my wife's mouth and she inhaled his stiff member into her mouth and continued to jerk my cock. I was so ready to explode! My wife, who has never had sex with me outside is now jerking my cock while professionally sucking off my friend! I was so hot, and my wife looked like she was ready for anything. Quickly, she stopped sucking Joe and said, "you've been talking to me about this for years. I know you don't mind," and went right back to slobbering all over his prick. As she gasped around his cock, she said, "I want your come in my mouth." Then she turned to me and demanded, "get that cock in my pussy so I can have your come too!" Holy shit! Alcohol and sexual conversation is the magic elixir. My wife is demanding to be double-teamed, and I'm gonna give it to her. This is a dream come true and its not a dream! We took my wife up on the deck. She continued to suck Joe and fondle his balls with one hand, while she frigged her clit with the other. I entered her dripping pussy from behind and started plowing her with everything I had. What a great moment in time! As my wife sucked on Joe, he announced that he was going to come, and my wife took aim with his cock right between her lips. She jerked him for all she was worth and as he started to explode, she swallowed every bit of his come except for a few drops that leaked down her chin. As I saw Joe shooting his load in her mouth, my balls contracted and delivered the biggest load of come that I've ever shot deep into her dripping pussy. As we sat on Joe's deck, catching our breath, I looked at my wife and knew that life would never be the same. On the Deck of the Ferry This happened to me on a Greek ferry traveling between two islands a few years ago. I was with my girlfriend, Val. It was afternoon, and we were catching a nap on the side deck of the ferry, up towards the bow, in a kind of cul-de-sac. We were both lying on our backs, side by side, on our bedrolls. I was wearing only my silk running shorts (and a pair of Marks and Spencer briefs), Val had on shorts and a tank top. But enough about Val. She napped through the whole thing. I don't know why I opened my eyes, but when I did the woman at the rail quickly turned her head away. She was maybe 25 years old, in trim short shorts and a tank top herself, and she was leaning against the railing a few feet away from me, from my feet, that is. It was the way she was leaning: with her hands on the top rail and her feel planted several feet away, so that her back was more or less level with the deck. Actually, her back curved down from her bottom and then up again to her shoulders. I noticed that her skin was exposed at the small of her back and her belly, where the tank top was rippling in the breeze. She had long hair, and that too was blowing around. She was wearing sunglasses and looking out to sea. But i felt sure she had been looking at me. She hadn't been there when I closed my eyes. No one else was close by, though there were some other passengers further away at the railing. But a low steel triangle beyond the girl slightly blocked them from my view. I thought I might be imagining things, but I suddenly felt very turned on. Her pose, if that's what it was, was provocative, as if she was inviting some stranger -- me? -- to take take her from behind while she held on to the railing looking out to sea. I was tanned and fit and feeling sexy myself after episodes with Val that I have already written about. The idea of showing myself off to a woman ten years my junior while my girlfriend slept beside me appealed to me. I put my hands behind my head, provocatively, stretched a little, and closed my eyes again. But my heart was beating and my mind was rioting. And that can produce physical changes in a man. I felt myself twitch involuntarily inside my shorts, inside my briefs, to be precise. It happened again. I was going to get an erection whether I wanted to or not. I decided I wanted to. I'm sure the movement in my shorts must have attracted her attention. I kept my eyes closed and imagined her looking right at the shape in my shorts, which only excited me more. But there was a problem. My briefs were confining me. I could feel my prick straining against them at an awkward angle. There was only one solution. Still with my eyes closed, I reached down my right hand and straightened out the situation inside my shorts, in one quick liberating motion. My stiff shaft surged past the elastic top of my briefs. The swollen head pressed up against the silk of my shorts, below the waistband. I took a peek, and once again I caught the girl's head turning away. I felt very exposed: the knob of my cock was pretty clearly outlined against the silk, and the beating of the blood in my body meant that it wouldn't sit still, but pulsed like a throbbing vein. I covered my eyes with one forearm, like one of Michelangelo's slaves. But I could peep out below my arm and see the girl's legs, and ass, and smooth tanned tummy without being seen to do so, and she could be free to watch me without fear of being detected. What I saw was her hand arriving between her legs. She pressed it there, and then she began to move it on the outside of her shorts. That produced a pounding in my loins, and I stiffened and throbbed as if a demon had taken possession of me and was preparing for an orgy. I knew she was watching. I imagined slipping my shorts down a couple of inches, which would have been madness. Perhaps she was imagining it too. She thrust her hand inside her shorts, discreetly, so that no one could see (except me, and she may not have realized I was watching). To avoid being seen by the other passengers she had to turn towards me a little. i could see the outline of the back of her hand, and I could see her fingers moving inside the crotch of her shorts. My chest was rising and falling with excitement (I exaggerated it slightly for effect). But the excitement was real. I'd never known a woman to be so forward. But of course she could size up the situation. My hands were tied (to Val). She could have her voyeuristic way with me and depart. I parted my lips and thrust my hips upward a little. The tension on my silk shorts was killing me. I turned on my side away from Val and towards the sea side of the ship a few feet away. And I did something i had never done before and have never done since. I reached down and slipped the waistband of my shorts down to the top of my thighs. My cock sprang out as if it had been gasping for air. She could see everything, but I kept my forearm positioned so that I could only see her from the waist down. With my right hand I reached down and pressed against the base of my cock, on the top side, at my pubic bone. I kept my eyes down, and I saw and felt myself extending into space like a rocket lifting off. I was as rigid as a lead pipe. I looked down at myself, purple, stiff, throbbing, with the veins standing out. I was exposing myself for the first time in my life. My head swam. I knew it was what she wanted, I told myself it was OK, but I also knew that I was risking arrest (in some alternate universe where policemen patrol ferries), and the danger intoxicated me still further. I watched the girl quicken her hand motions like crazy. I heard her come, though she tried to muffle the sound, which was already somewhat muffled by the surging of the boat through the water. I watched as she wrapped her legs tight around her hand as her pelvis shook -- discreetly, but spasmodically. I was ready to do the same. She owed me one. I took hold of my erection with both hands. I raised my eyes and looked her in the eyes for the first time. She was pretty, and even innocent looking. She understood what I wanted. She slowly raised her tank top to show me her whole luscious belly. She raised it higher to expose her ribs and solar plexus. She raised it on one side to show me her bra, and she raised her bra above one firm young breast. I riveted my eyes on her taut pink nipple and came convulsively, thrusting as if I was driving my cock inside of her and shooting sperm onto the deck of the boat. I glanced anxiously at Val. Sound alseep. I quickly covered up. And the woman composed herself and walked away. I never saw her again. Don't feel sorry for Val. I attacked her in the hotel as soon as we'd closed the door. On The Deep Blue Sea I was a ship's doctor on the Pacific Pride cruise ship. This was my third ship since signing on as a ship's doctor. Cruise ships are wonderful except for all the people who get sea sick. My job is pretty routine otherwise, plus i get free cruises. I'm not the greatest looking guy in the world, but I'm not the worst either. I'm tall, not fat and have a nice cock. We were 3 days out of LA and I had my usual runs of sea sickness. I was awakened one night by a call from a female passenger that had suffered from sea sickness since we set sail and I made my way to her room. When I got there, I was met by a nice looking young woman about 22 years old, long blonde hair and from what I could tell, a nice body. I went in and started my exam. Her nightgown was covered with vomit, so I asked her to change and the loss of the smell would help. She told me that she was too ill to take it off and would I do it for her. Since I was a doctor, I saw no problem. But I was also a man and when I removed her night gown, my cock wasn't prepared for the beauty underneath. As I pulled her night gown over her head, I was greeted with a beautiful, naked young woman. Her body was remarkable, well toned and tanned. She had 34b tits and a shaved pubic mound. I told her that we should go into the bathroom and wash the smell off of her and she headed for the bathroom. I bathed her and we talked as I did. She had just ended a long, sad love relationship with a man who had abused her and all she wanted to do was to forget him and get some action on the ship, but she had been sick in her cabin since we left port. I washed her chest with the warm wash cloth and she began to get turned on. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in her body, her nipples were getting hard under my touch! My cock was also responding to this and was growing ever larger. She fell back and accidentally brushed against my cock and felt it's hardness, a smile came to her face. She told me that I didn't wash her pubic area as I put the washcloth down. I told her that I didn't think she had vomited there and she smiled and said, "Doc, I think it needs to be washed." I obliged her and as I was washing her mound, she reached down and took the washcloth away and guided my fingers into her warm cunt. A thousand images went through my mind, I was afraid I'd lose my job, be disgraced, thousands of things. She moaned and softly told me that it was ok, no one would know but us. After a few minutes, she dropped to her knees and slowly unzipped my fly and let the beast out. It sprang forward in all of it's 8" glory and smacked her in the nose. She giggled and then took it in her mouth. She was good and she had my cock so hard a cat couldn't scratch it!! She was so good at sucking and it wasn't long before I felt the familiar twangs in my balls. As suddenly as she started, she stopped. I asked what was wrong, and she said she was going to throw up and humped over the commode. "Fuck me doc," she said. I dropped my trousers and moved in behind her hunched over the toilet. She spread her legs for me and I eased up and into her twat. She was tight and because she had a fever, her pussy was on fire! She said, "No matter what, fuck me doc." I started pumping in and out of her tight, hot twat and was beginning to get a good rhythm going when she bent way over and started heaving. When she heaved, it was like her twat was going to swallow my cock, it was so fucking tight and incredible. I pistoned in and out and as she heaved, I exploded inside her. When my cock was deflating, I slowly pulled out of her. She had stopped throwing up then and turned around and licked my cum off my cock. I pulled my trousers back up and she got on a new gown and we sat and talked. I left her some Dramamine and thanked her. She thanked me and said that was the best fuck she's ever had and would I mind if she called me back again to give her another "shot". I said of course not and we kissed and I put her to bed and returned to my cabin. A ship's doctor is supposed to aid and comfort the passengers, but this tme it was mutual. On the Desk They were outfitting the office with new everything; computer, printer, fax, you name it. Being typical 26 year olds familiar with technology, neither Alana nor Rene was afraid to try hooking it all up themselves, but when the guy from the electronic store offered to do it for free when he showed up to deliver everything, they figured, why not? It was in the middle of the day, and though this particular hour was slow for walk-in customers, it was a useful time to get other things done. The office was small; it had once been a privately-owned pharmacy. In the front room was a small area for customers and the old-fashioned type of raised counter often seen in older drug stores. Behind that was working space for Rene and Alana's moving business. Directly behind that was the actual office, a dorm-sized room with a huge oak desk in the center. This is where the three of them were now. The computer guy had just unpacked the last of the new gizmos, and was on his knees behind the desk, ready to set it all up. Rene and Alana were going through the various motions of their work day, Alana dealing with the billing and Rene making calls. They didn't pay much attention to the computer guy, and he understood enough to let them be so they could work. He burrowed under the huge desk, a gift from Rene's dad, and placed the CPU and power strips so they'd be out of the way and out of sight. It was dark under there, since the desk had no legs, but instead went all the way to the floor and was only open on the chair side. His pocket flashlight was on, and he held it so he could see the areas of concern. Above, Rene, who was on the phone, was just put on hold when a casual glance downward revealed something that caught her attention and made her heart jump. Just two steps away, Alana half sat and half leaned on the side of the desk as she looked through a ledger. She was obviously engrossed in her work, so it couldn't have been on purpose that her short skirt was pushed up a little too far, revealing that warm, soft spot of skin between her legs. Though hidden by shadow, Rene could see well enough to know with certainty that her typically shy best friend and always professional business partner wasn't wearing anything beneath that skirt. The smooth cleft of her lips was obvious and bare. Rene knew that Alana could be tempted by the same sex, but up in the air was whether or not she still wanted to be. It was a question Alana had promised to answer, but things on that front had been quiet for more than a week now. Rene had been patient and hadn't brought it up, but as shy as her friend was, perhaps such a bold move indicated a decision had been made. Rene was so excited to find out, she found herself quivering and instantly wet. "Can you jiggle the cords for me?" the computer guy asked no one in particular. Alana knew what he meant, and being already at the desk, said she would. The cords for everything sitting on the desk went together and down a hole leading beneath the desk where the outlets and CPU were. Cords to the mouse, keyboard, screen, etc. all tangled together, and by jiggling the cords as he called them out, the computer guy would know which one was which as he hooked them up. He began calling things out, and Alana was almost absent-mindedly jiggling them as she continued looking through the ledger. Alana's legs were still spread just enough, her skirt just high enough, to allow her friend that overwhelming view. And now she was doubly distracted. It was the perfect opportunity for Rene. She crooked her neck and held the phone with her shoulder. She then stepped forward, bent over the desk, pretending to grab something, then reached between Alana's legs with her free hand. Rene's long, slender finger found the spot exactly, and she pushed the tip between the warm lips, then past them, inside. Alana gasped and her body tightened, but her instinct was not to push Rene away. Instead, she dropped the cords and grabbed Rene's hand, squeezing it tight and pressing it to her. Rene tried to probe deeper, but Alana's grasp kept her from moving either in or out. She even kept her nose buried in the ledger. Rene looked at her, watching her face, waiting for a response, but Alana was like stone. And yet she wasn't pushing her away. "Fax power cord," came the computer guy's voice from under the desk. There was a brief freeze of time, and then Alana finally looked up into Rene's eyes. They were wanting, but warning. Saying yes, but no. Seconds passed. "Can you move it again?" asked the computer guy. "I didn't see..." Alana slowly released Rene's hand, then reached back, grabbed the fax power cord, and tugged it gently. Her eyes never left Rene's. Neither girls' expression changed. It was a battle of wills. As if Alana were daring Rene to go further. Alana's hand stayed with the cords. Rene's hand was free. She pushed her finger deep, Alana's sudden wetness making the move quick and easy. Alana's body shuddered. Neither girl blinked. The computer guy called out another request. Alana looked back, grabbed the appropriate cord, and tugged it. She turned back to face Rene— Rene lunged for her with her mouth, kissing her hard and deep as she pulled her finger back, beginning to fuck Alana. Somehow, she still kept the phone between her neck and shoulder. Her free hand grabbed the ledger and pushed it down. Alana leaned back, accepting the kiss but resisting the advancement. Her blonde hair fell back, back, until it was resting on the top of the desk, and then Alana pulled away, breaking the kiss. "No," she mouthed. But she could have freed either of her hands to punctuate the point, yet didn't. Rene continued to fuck with deep, slow, strong strokes. She added a second finger and cupped Alana's naked mound with the rest of her hand. Alana reluctantly but impulsively ground against her hand, fucking her fingers back. The computer guy called for another cord. Alana tugged the first one she could pick out. Alana was still leaning back, her lips out of reach of Rene's kiss, but that didn't stop Rene. She moved down, kissing and nibbling at Alana's firm, heavy breasts beneath the fabric of her blouse, noting the hard nipples and the lack of a bra. She grabbed the phone from her shoulder, pulled the cord, and handed it to Alana, who accepted it absentmindedly. Rene then used her free hand to undo the top button of Alana's blouse. And then the second. Alana leaned forward, shaking her head. "No, no," she whispered, but she was spreading her legs and panting. "I don't think that was it," the computer guy said. Alana grabbed another cord at random and tugged it, never looking away from Rene, who undid a third button. Alana's flushed chest peeked out the opening, and then Rene reached through and cupped one of the soft, beautiful breasts, pressing against the hard nipple with her palm. Alana pushed the phone back toward the hand that caressed her there, finally getting Rene to release her breast and take the phone back. But as she did, Rene increased the speed of her fingers, fucking Alana faster and harder, and now rubbing her thumb across her clit. Alana bucked into her hand as inconspicuously as she could. Rene dipped her head low, licking the skin between Alana's breasts. Alana stifled a moan, then tugged another cord for the computer guy. Rene took advantage of the position and wrapped her arm around Alana and pulling her close. She had taken the phone around her too, and it ended up right next to Alana's face as Rene held her tight and close and kissed her again. Their tongues wrestled as they struggled to breathe, and struggled ever harder to keep their breaths silent. Rene pushed Alana up, helping her to sit on the desk, then straddled Alana's naked thigh and began grinding her own crotch against it. The person on the other end of the phone came back and began talking. With the phone now to Alana's ear, she recognized it as someone from the company insurance agency. She let the woman on the other end talk, but didn't listen to a word. Occasionally she offered an "Mm Hm" through the kiss to keep up the charade. Rene heard the "Mm hms" and knew what Alana was doing, but she wanted an answer, too. She pulled away, stopped fingering, but continued to rub Alana's clit. Then she put her lips against Alana's ear and whispered. "Do you still want to stop?" She punctuated the question by licking Alana's ear lobe. Alana's response was instant. "Can you hold a sec?" she said into the phone before dropping it, not caring that it banged onto the desk, then the floor, making all sorts of noise. She then embraced Rene savagely, lunged for her lips and kissed her hard, her tongue moving deep and wild. She grabbed Rene's thighs, then reached under her friend's miniskirt and found her panties. She pulled them hard and fast, hearing fabric tear along the way. When the panties were down as far as Alana could get them, she lifted her thigh against Rene's naked, dripping pussy and let her hump her. Rene fingered Alana the whole time, going faster and deeper with each wet stroke. She wasn't just putting her hand into it, or even her arm, but her whole body, and Alana responded in kind. Rene rubbed her pussy against Alana's leg vigorously, leaving a slick trail of her juices and feeling a wildfire spreading within her own thighs. Rene knew she would cum soon, but Alana was already there. Alana kissed and gasped into Rene's mouth as her body took control, bucking hard against Rene's hand and holding her as tight as her arms possibly could. Her body became an earthquake, trembling from head to toe, a searing sizzle of energy throbbing through her veins. Rene did all she could to hold her, to keep her from thrashing and revealing what they were doing. But then she lost it, too, her primed cunt exploding from the sensual overload provided by Alana's tight, smooth thigh. As orgasms ravaged her, her legs grew weak and Rene lost her balance. Together, the women fell back onto the desk, and would have made quite a commotion if Rene hadn't managed to reach out with her free hand and stop them before they fell back all the way. Shuddering together, held by that one arm, Alana and Rene climaxed together, their bodies tense enough to snap into pieces, their breathing heavy enough to send them into unconsciousness, but their grip on themselves just strong enough to avoid revealing their secret. Unheard of passion burned between their legs, the girls' wet lips engulfed in flames. They were still reeling from their mutual cum when they heard the computer guy scooting out from under the desk. "I think I got everything," he said. "You want to turn it on? See if it all works?" The women separated, their bodies still weak and shaky. They pushed down their skirts, composed themselves as best they could. Rene picked up the phone and resumed her conversation. Alana didn't have time to redo the three buttons on her blouse, so she buried her face into the ledger again and kept her back to the computer guy. "No, I think we've wasted enough of your time. I'm sure it's all fine," she said, not looking up. As Rene talked on the phone, she reached into her pocket and grabbed a cash tip and handed it to the guy, thanking him as he left. If he had suspected a thing, he didn't show it. Once he was gone, Alana and Rene just looked into each other's eyes. Rene smiled. Alana unconsciously licked her lips. Neither one said a thing, but they both knew that as soon as Rene was off the phone, they would be back on top of that desk. * FOR MORE STORIES featuring Alana, see My Sister's Secrets, Alana's First Phone Fuck, Under the Counter, and more. FOR MORE STORIES featuring Rene, see Alana's first Phone Fuck, Rain, Lesbians, and Mattresses, and Under The Counter.