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South Seas

By: Zircon



"See that white yacht in the bay?"

"That's the boat?! Wow!"

"No, you bodoh. It's the one totally underwater. Ayuh! Of course that's the one. It's the only one that you see."

"Oh... I just thought you meant the other one... Hehehe... I mean all the boats out there are white you know."

Jac just shook his head in exasperation. Hassan was not stupid, really. He was just called that, "bodoh" which means "stupid" in Malay, a reverent title for the best friend that he had in the islands. In actuality, Jac had only a handful of friends. And Hassan was right as usual. All the small fishing boats had been painted white.

"She's a beauty, Hassan. Full 20 metres. That's 65 feet for you, who hasn't quite grasp the intricacies of the metric system."

"Um... Why are you pointing it out to me?"

"Because kawan, I want your help in stealing her. It should be easy. Besides, the nearest police station is on Barandung. It'll take them at least 4 hours to get here. In that time, I'd be quite far away. It should be fairly easy and straightforward. So, are you with me?"

"I don't know Janggut. Stealing a boat could mean hanging... And... Um... why do you call it a 'her'?"

"Tell you what, I'll steal the boat while you go and distract the owner. I'll sail it to Tawarin. You know that cove I'm speaking of. I call it a she because that's the normal nautical term."

"But... But we don't call our fishing boat a 'she,' Janggut. You always told me it is an 'it', not a 'he' or 'she.' Besides I don't see any breasts or... um... you know..."

"Grrrrr! Is that all you think about?"

"No, I think about sex a lot more."

"That's what I was talking about. Anyway, are you with me or not?"

"Okay. Okay. No wonder Marlissa always leave afterwards. You are no fun at all. But please, Jac, no killing. We don't get enough tourists as is."

"Agreed, no killing. Now go. I'll signal you when I'm ready. I'm going to go out to have a closer look, and see if anyone else is on her. And later you can tell me what else Marlissa says about me while I pull all your eyebrows off."

"Hahaha! Don't forget your signal... And be careful."

"Someday Hassan, you're going to forget to say that and the sky will fall down... See you in while..."

Hassan jokingly called Jac 'Janggut' which literally means beard. Jac was probably the only one here amongst islanders on the nearby islands that can actually grow a full beard. The rest of the islanders have stubbles and can get away without shaving for weeks at end. Jac on the other hand, had to shave at least once a day, or he will be itching like mad. When Hassan used that nickname, it meant that he was on the scheme as a partner. 

Jac's full name was Jacob Edwin Calhoun, formerly a British Citizen, now a fugitive. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, bad timing really when the Marine Police came a tad too early, he had to run and disappear for a while until things cooled down. The details of it were really boring. Suffice to say that another half an hour more would have made him a rich man, rich enough to never work again for the rest of his life. Retirement by the time he was 30 really sounded fantastic. Anyway, not only was Interpol looking for him, so too were the Triads, for flushing 10 million pounds sterling worth of cocaine into the sea.

He got lucky by escaping in a deep-water fishing trawler. It was one of those that blatantly flout international laws by fishing in other countries' national waters; basically well inside the 15-miles Exclusive Economic Zone (EEZ). The area between the South China Sea and the Sulawesi Sea abound with islands, natives and rich fishing waters. The trawler was heading for the Spratly Islands, a grouping of oil, natural gas and fish-rich islands disputed by at least five nations. The reluctant passenger had no choice in the destination, not that he was complaining.

When they reached Arang Archipelago, Jac decided that he had enough of the leaky trawler. He figured that one island would be the same as another. The fact that one of the Spratly's had a new People's Republic of China Naval base made his decision much easier to come by. He had to swim in because the trawler could neither spare a boat nor the time to stop long enough. He was however, grateful for small miracles, and the waters were warm enough that it presented no problems, except for the occasional dark fin on the surface in the distant.

It was easy for Jac to blend in, since his mother was a Chinese. He had inherited his mother's oriental looks, with his deep brown eyes that in weak light, looked black. And he also had that narrow with double-eyelids eyes that oriental women favoured so much. Another advantage was the fact that he spoke a smattering of Malay, legacy of an Indonesian nanny and maid. It was just a tad enough for him not to starve.

That was two years ago. He had since gained full command of the language. The sun and surf had bronzed his skin enough so that he could pass easily as a native. Nevertheless, Jac had his father's genes build-wise. He was 6' 4", towering a head above the natives. That was a problem, but sometimes freaks of nature happened, and he took it in stride that the natives accepted him as such. His biggest problem however, was his blonde hair. He had no choice but to submit to continuously hiding that fact with black hair colouring. The islanders used coconut milk to make it, so unless one really like the coconut, Jac smelt of coconut milk gone sour almost all of the time. He thought after a while he could get used to it, but he never did. His pillows, bed and clothes always smelled of spoilt coconut milk.

The Arang Archipelago, with Arang as the main island, was typical like the ones always touted in tourist brochures. Once a fortnight, a supply ship would pass through. And it was close to international shipping lanes, so it was not as isolated as many people thought. They could get books, newspapers and even magazines. They even had a satellite dish for TV reception. The dish was pretty much used as a school tool something called distance learning. The government, which claimed this archipelago, was adamant about universal literacy, a sound policy that Jac approved heartily.

Most of the inhabitants were several generations already on this island. They were not rich, and would not be for a long time, since the tourist traffic was almost non-existent. But they were happy, and Jac soon learned the quiet, dignified, and often understated, humour inherent in them. Facing the occasional cyclones would do that to a person. He still remembered vividly the first time he experienced a tropical cyclone. He was buried inside the rubble of his hut for two days before Hassan came and dug him out. From that day forward, Jac learned lying real fast, almost becoming as good as Hassan and his brothers.

The skill that Jac learnt and was most proud of was the making of Toddy, coconut alcoholic drink. It started by placing a container where the growing fruit got the sweet drinking water. Collecting the containers 30 feet up in the air, while avoiding the ever-present red fire ants was a challenge. But the end result of fermentation was worth the effort. And he made the best toddy on the island. The colour was milky, but the taste was sweet, and extremely intoxicating.

Jac usually exchange that for food, even trading as far as Barandung. Toddy was illegal of course, and drinking unclean toddy sometimes killed people. A lot of people would use discarded fertilizer and insecticide containers to ferment the brew. Jac made sure that he only used clean ones. He had bought them off a small merchant ship carrying plastic wares that passed through.

Life was fairly hard with a lot of work involved, but he was enjoying his stay. So one day it surprised him that a motor yacht would drop anchor in the bay and visit Arang. It was unusual because it was a private yacht. During his two years here, this had not happened before. So it piqued the entire island's interest. Jac, on the other hand, was leery initially, but he saw the possibilities that lay ahead. Criminal possibilities if truth to be told. He surmised that two years would be enough for the Triads to lose interest in him.

Jac saw the islanders gleefully welcoming a handsome blonde man on the beach. The short introduction gave him all the information that he needed to surmise that this would be an easy caper. He doubted that there was anyone within a thousand kilometres of here who could speak the visitor's language. So, he took the opportunity to row out in a sampan and get a closer look at newcomer's mode of transportation, hoping to make a transfer of ownership. (Terms to be used in polite circles.)

The motor yacht was a beauty, like he told Hassan. The exterior was both stylish and functional, and expensive looking. The side decks were wide, allowing safe access from the spacious aft deck to the sunning area on the foredeck. The fly bridge had double helm seats, plus ample and plush seating for guests. Jac even tweaked a few buttons and was glad that the entire ship was all fully automated. She even had a bow thruster and active stabilisers. Jac assumed that the engine was large, keeping in tune with the rest of the boat. He surmised that she could probably do somewhere between 20 to 25 knots.

The interior of yacht was scrupulously clean. Adjacent to the aft deck was the roomy saloon with soft leather sofas and rich handcrafted woodwork. The best part was the 42" plasma screen TV that rose on a lift from the starboard locker. Forward of the saloon was the gourmet galley, large dining area and pilothouse. Jac was about to venture further below into the cabins when he heard a cough and a long groan. Someone was onboard and in slight pain it seemed. Jac decided that he had enough time to make his plans and execute them without being discovered. So he quietly left, making sure that everything was back in place beforehand.

He made a great show of rowing off and then doubling back so that if anyone happened to see him, it would appear that he was just heading out there.



South Seas



The two most important things about me are that I have a PhD in oceanography and that I have a totally gorgeous young wife. (On reflection, perhaps I should reverse that order). My name is Brian Burridge and my wife is called Kate. By the age of twenty-eight I was running my own small lab when Kate came to work there doing the work experience part of her science degree course. I noticed her the day she arrived, all the men did, but I stayed strictly away because in my position it would have been unethical to even give the appearance of chatting her up. She did date a couple of guys during her period with us but the grapevine had it that neither got anywhere serious.

Just over a year later with a degree in her pocket, she came back looking for a permanent job and I employed her like a shot. It was a good class degree but to be honest it wouldn't have mattered. Now there was nothing to stop me trying my luck, but slowly not in a brash or pushy way. By now I was just coming up to thirty but I wasn't going to let the eight years age difference deter me. Our regular workload was taking shoreline samples of sea water to check ongoing salinity and also ensuring that there was no sewage pollution near holiday beaches. We are one of the laboratories who award the blue flags indicating water quality to seaside resorts,

With her working full time, the male employees were like wasps round a jam pot but I used my position to run interference, mainly by allocating her to projects directly under my auspices. During the first six months it was hard watching her interrelate with other males for she has a very friendly outgoing nature but as far as I knew none of the guys working for me managed to get her into bed. At the end of that time, as soon as it was feasible to do so, I made Kate into my personal assistant and we worked together on everything. You will have gathered that I was seriously besotted by her from the first moment I saw her until today.

Kate is 5' 6", with very fair, slightly curly, short blonde hair. I would also say that she has the face of an angel but then I am undoubtedly biased. A purist might claim that her breasts are slightly too large for her frame but I'm certainly not grumbling. A decently narrow waist, good hips and a pert round bottom complete the picture except that strangely, her legs actually look better when she is barefoot than when wearing her heels. 

I am 5' 11" tall with a slim but not athletic build and a slightly thinning hairline. My appearance is generally academic and strangers who know nothing of my qualifications still naturally assume that I am intelligent. As you can see, I don't present the most sexually appealing target but after a year of going on field trips with Kate, we naturally drifted into a relationship, greatly helped by an accommodation cock-up one night which meant us sharing a bed. 

We were married after only six months, the haste due to the fact that to maintain appearances, we had to be discrete about sleeping together. Sex with Kate was everything that I had dreamed it might be and, despite my secret worries, she seemed quite happy with my average almost six inch endowment. She introduced me to oral sex and that gave a big boost to our bedtime activities. I was in heaven doing it to her and under her guidance, I do believe that I became rather good at it – I certainly gave her more orgasms that way than from straightforward intercourse. Inevitably, at one point in that short courtship, I asked Kate how many guys she had sex with before me. Instead of answering she gave me a long steady look and asked, "Do you really want to know?"

Immediately those six words conjured up the mental image of a bike shed with a long line of youths lined up outside and I answered rather too quickly, "No, not really."

Kate gave a laugh and said, "I won't tell you then," but seeing the expression on my face she grinned and added, "Just to set your mind at ease there weren't all that many."

Now I regretted turning down the knowledge. I certainly hadn't wanted to hear that she had ever been the local slut but I would have liked to learn some details about a limited number of predecessors. Unfortunately it was now too late. Interestingly Kate never enquired about my past but then she probably guessed that there was very little to tell. 

For the next five happy years we worked hard until I was in a position to leave someone else in charge while we went off to do other things. Right on cue the dream contract turned up which gave us the chance to combine a well earned holiday with some interesting research, after which we had vague plans to start a family. There are interconnecting currents circulating the globe with the most well known being the Gulf Stream and the Humboldt Current. In the Pacific the southern oscillation causes a weather phenomenon called La Nina. Our task was primarily to monitor surface temperatures in the central pacific with a subsidiary interest in comparing wind driven surface currents with the underlying main flow. This latter had implication on how primitive man managed to inhabit the Pacific islands and Australia between 70 and 40 thousand years ago.

The project was fully funded and included the hire of a thirty foot motor yacht for the three month duration of our intended schedule. As expected we had all our equipment stowed aboard on time and set out the 200 nautical miles to the first planned GPS location. There were three other individuals on the vessel besides us, Ken the Australian owner and his two crewmen. Ken was aged around fifty and a couple of inches taller than myself. He had a hard face with a very weather-beaten complexion and wore an old naval captains hat permanently perched on the back of his head, with a long ponytail of dirty yellow hair hanging down his back. His worn, white plain cotton shirt might have been service issue at one time but rather bizarrely, below the waist he wore trousers which only reached down to the knee, with bare feet completing the picture. 

One of the crew, Bakti was either Indonesian or Malaysian and although possibly in his early twenties, his slim build and handsome boyish face made him seem far younger. In contrast, Hua was huge, at least 6' 4" and very heavily built, (think New Zealand All black). Always naked above the waist, his lower quarters were covered by a kind of wrap round sarong and he always had a large vicious looking machete strapped to his bare thigh. I guess he was somewhere in his thirties. Ken was fluent in the languages of both men and they managed to communicate with each other in some kind of pidgin dialect but neither knew many words of English. 

Right from the start of the voyage, Kate made sure that she was always dressed respectably without too much skin on show but once the yacht was stationary that wasn't so easy. While underway the breeze had kept temperatures down, until we halted to take our readings when it soon became oppressively hot. Both Bakti and Hua took every opportunity to leap in the ocean and cool down but Ken never did. Kate was shy about exposing herself in front of the natives in her rather revealing tiny bikini so a crude shower was rigged up for her aft, fed by seawater hauled in buckets over the side. I would have loved to plunge into that tempting blue sea but instead showed solidarity with my wife by first standing guard then making use of the same facility as her. 

I could not really understand my wife's reticence because we had previously been on nude beaches without her appearing at all inhibited and, although all three males aboard certainly kept casting appreciative glances her way, none had given any overtly lecherous looks. To be more exact, Ken seemed the consummate professional only interested in the job in hand and he ran such a tight ship that I guessed neither of his crew dared step out of line.

We were two weeks into our schedule and had moved location twice when Ken said to me, "Don't get too involved in anything because I've just heard that there is a cyclone building in this area and we might need to move away fast. On its current track it should miss us but that might easily change."

An hour later he returned from another trip to the radio with a serious expression on his face to announce that the cyclone had in fact veered and was now heading our way fast but that there was no need to panic. He had hardly spoken those words when lightning flashed out of a clear sky to unerringly strike the radio aerial. "Shit," he swore, "That's probably knackered the GPS tracker as well so it's lucky we have another in the life boat."

The really bad news turned out to be that the electrical charge had also burned out all spark plugs in the engine. With calm efficiency the captain ordered his men to put out some sail to set us moving out of the danger area while he tried to repair the damage. When the first onslaught of the storm hit us half an hour later, Ken had replaced the number of plugs necessary for achieving sufficient steering to prevent us going broadside to the wind and tide but not enough power to get us away from danger. 

Knowing that we were in for a hard time, Ken dug some life jackets out of the locker and carried a couple over to the two crewmen. Bakti accepted one but when Hua declined, the younger man had a change of mind and handed his back. When the captain returned, to hand a couple to me I asked, "What was that about?"

"It's an old seafaring superstition. Many old salts won't wear life jackets, they prefer the thought of drowning quickly to bobbing about on the surface for days, slowly dying from thirst and exposure."

"But you're wearing one," I pointed out. 

Ken gave a self conscious laugh. "The truth is that I can't swim a stroke and I'm haunted by the thought of going under only yards from safety." 

The sails were quickly taken down before the ferocity of the wind tore them from the mast and from then on we were at the mercy of the storm. There was a critical moment when the supports at one end of the life boat snapped leaving it gangling from one davit and flapping wildly in the wind. There was grave ganger that it would seriously damage the yacht but in this moment of crisis Hua demonstrated the use of his vicious weapon. Showing surprising agility he leapt up and with one slash cut through the retaining rope, allowing the danger to fall harmlessly into the churning water. 

We seemed to run endlessly before the cyclone as the hours of daylight faded into hours of night. Kate and I could do nothing and might have been a hindrance had we tried, so we kept going to the galley and making endless flasks of coffee for the men on deck, to help then stave off exhaustion. On our last trip below decks, Kate undid the front of here life jacket and started massaging her tender breasts saying, "These things must have been made for women with smaller busts, my tits are going to be like fried eggs if this carries on much longer."

Almost at the same moment there was a flash of lightning so bright that the illumination reached below decks and from immediately above our heads in the wheel house, Ken gave a strangled cry, "Oh Christ, there's something ahead."

Kate and I ran for the steps and had almost reached the deck when there was a terrible ripping noise as the vessel came to a shuddering halt. I was sent crashing into a rail and was aware of my wife sliding past me along the deck. Something must have punctured the fuel tank because for a few seconds a spout of diesel shot up, showering everywhere until another surge of water lifted the yacht clear of the reef and carried it forward into calmer waters, where it rapidly sank below our feet. 

My left arm wouldn't work and I couldn't feel my fingers but was relieved when another flash of light revealed Kate splashing quite near me, unfortunately lacking her life jacket. She managed to close the intervening distance and clung to me but her additional weight dragged us both down and as my head dipped below the surface I feared that we would both still perish. Suddenly Hua appeared by our side, peeled Kate from my grip, then swimming powerfully on his back, struck out for the shore pulling my wife behind him, his arms under hers and his big hands firmly gripping her breasts. 

I managed to head after them swimming clumsily sideways using a combination of leg action and splashing motions with my good arm. I eventually felt solid ground below my feet when I was able to stagger up the beach where I collapsed and I think passed out. It must have been some hours later when I awoke to the sun shining on a calm blue sea. All five of us had survived and were scattered about the beach with my wife lying near to Hua. My arm still hurt but a tentative examination showed it not to be broken only badly bruised.

Almost as if to a signal everybody stood and we clustered together to assess the situation. Oil damage was the most noticeable snag with Kate having suffered the worst for both her blouse and skirt were coated with the stuff. I was almost as bad and Bakti's baggy Hawaiian shorts were rendered unpalatable because the foul oil was already going stiff and starting to smell. Ken had been protected by the wheelhouse and although Hua's sarong had escaped the oil it was badly ripped. I stripped down to my Y-fronts, Kate was reduced to bra and panties and Bakti removed his shorts to reveal equally gaudily coloured boxers underneath. 

I suggested that the oil soaked fabric should be retained and could be used to make torches for use in an emergency. Ken seemed impressed by my foresight and gave instruction to his crew. 

We turned out to have very little to aid survival between us but starvation was not an immediate problem because there were many coconuts and other fruits in evidence. Fortuitously we also soon found a spring of fresh water 200 yards along the beach but the only survival aids that we possessed were a couple of partly full gas lighters and the large man's machete or parang.

When it came to skills, Hua's great strength was an obvious asset and Bakti soon proved that he was very adept and both swimming and climbing trees. He also had knowledge of native cooking methods. Ken could offer little except authority and the ability to give the pessimistic estimate that we were at least 500 miles from where rescuers would be looking for us. 

Kate had studied botany as a backup subject and could identify what was edible and which plants were either medicinal or culinary. My hobby was reading about hunter gatherer societies so knew a lot about knapping flints, I'd even once tried my hand at a demonstration. I also remembered how they plaited strands of grass to make both ropes and containers and I knew an ancient way of fishing. This involved building a V shape wall of rocks with the point towards the sea. At high tide the structure is completely submerged but when the waters recede it leaves fish trapped within it.

We quickly established a fire and as a priority Ken had Hua dig a latrine some distance from camp using a conch shell. Over the first few days Bakti proved invaluable securing food, he could shin up the tallest palms and on the second day he emerged triumphant from the sea carrying a large fish which he had caught with his hands, a feat which he replicated on other occasions. Other protein was derived from plump overly trusting seabirds. Finally we worked together as a group cutting bamboo type poles which were used in the erection of rudimentary shelters spaced round the fire. 

The first few days we all worked hard establishing our means of survival but when that work was done we started exploring the island, armed with pointed sticks as a basic weapon. When it was known to be safe Kate and I went out alone and one day we found a small cave on the higher ground towards the centre. It was quite deep but the main chamber was quite large with deep soft sand on the floor. The entrance was narrow and easily defensible and I could easily see what a good refuge it would make if danger threatened.

Life became relaxed and it was then I first noticed that the eyes of the two crewmen followed my wife everywhere. She was certainly worth looking at because her underwear hid little and whenever she emerged from the sea after bathing she appeared to be totally naked. I could see the lust on their faces and it gave me a kick to know how badly they craved that which was mine alone.

Bakti seemed continually aroused and seemed to have a permanently tented front to his boxers. I guessed roughly that his appendage was slightly longer than mine. Ken was a mystery but from one incident I got the impression that Hua was quite spectacularly endowed. We were all cooperating on the same task and, to get full benefit of his strength and bulk, the big man had raised one leg to brace against the trunk of a palm. In my position I was left gazing straight under his sarong at a great mass hanging between his heavy thighs, enclosed in some basic kind of thong.

I had found some obsidian, a kind of volcanic glass which is as good as flint for the creation of cutting edges. After some practice, my first success was created some microliths. With the aid of tree resin I glued to a stick to make a clumsy sickle which was to make the cutting of grass far easier. While I was busy with my new hobby, my wife wandered out alone searching for useful flora. I was just happy that she was out of sight of the other men, as long as I knew where both of them were.

One night in our shelter, Kate took off her bra and tossed it to me, "Make use of that if you can because I'm not going to wear it any more."

"You can't flaunt your breasts like that," I protested, "I've been seeing the way that Hua and Bakti look at you and that will only inflame them more." 

"I've been aware of them watching as well, leering from a distance and then coming up close, pretending to be nice, but just to look down my cleavage. I'm starting to feel a bit threatened and I think this might take some heat out of the situation."

"How do you work that out?" I asked genuinely puzzled.

"Its pure psychology," my wife explained. "Take a stripper, she does a big build up to removing her bra with lots of teasing but once she takes it off, the male attention switches elsewhere and her tits just become part of the scenery. And what about the big foreign shows with the stage full of showgirls with lots of feathers but naked from the waist up, for the first few minutes all male eyes are fixed on the girls breasts but soon they start watching the act not ogling the bare tits." 

I was nodding to indicate understanding but I must have had a certain expression on my face because Kate giggled and leaned forward to poke my chest saying, "I know, you're the exception that proves the rule." We both laughed but then Kate said, "Seriously, I'm hoping that going topless will soon take the sexuality out of my boobs."

It was a viable theory but it didn't work. In the early morning two days later, Ken wandered up to talk to me. Kate had gone to the well, Bakti was swimming and I think Hua was visiting the latrine. "If you want my advice you should take your wife and set up a separate camp for the pair of you somewhere else on the island," Ken said seriously, "Do it immediately because if you don't I'm very afraid that she is going to be raped tonight. Both Hua and Bakti are both young hot blooded men and the way that Kate is flaunting herself is driving then crazy."

"Can't you stop them?"

Ken shook his head. "My authority went down with the boat. I like to think I still have some influence but it's not enough in this situation and I'm certainly don't plan to risk myself trying to prevent it."

When Kate returned I passed on Ken's warning, expecting her to panic, grab a few things and then head out straight away. Instead she got angry saying, "After all the work we've put in here I certainly don't intend to start all over again with nothing. For a start, if we hope to survive we need one of the lighters at least and enough food to last for several days." 




South Seas



The rest of the day we spent acquiring stuff then casually wandering away to hide it beyond the tree line. The later it got the more worried I became but Kate kept claiming that one more thing was vital for our survival. "Don't worry, they don't intend to deflower me until tonight so we've still got plenty of time," she reassured me. Finally she insisted that we stay for the big meal on the basis that it was roast seagull again. "We'll eat and sneak away quietly straight afterwards," she told me confidently

We had gone only a short way when Hua stepped out in front of us, his machete unsheathed and dangling loosely in his hand. He was not overtly menacing but a threat was certainly implied. "Go back," he said in English and at that moment Bakti emerged from the shrubbery by our side, killing any idea of trying to dodge round and outrun the larger man. 

Reluctantly we turned and walked back to the camp and as we arrived Ken emerged from his shelter, taking in the situation in a glance. He looked displeased at the development but not surprised. With a touch of anger he asked, "Why the hell didn't you make yourselves scarce when I told you to?" before turning to the two men and speaking rapidly to them in their own respective languages. Turning back to us and looking mainly at me he said, "As we are likely to be stuck here for quite a long time, they both feel it's unfair for you to have exclusive access to Kate. They say it should be fair shares for all."

"She's my fucking wife," I said angrily.

"I appreciate that but I'm afraid they are in a position to take what they want," Ken said, not unsympathetically. "I think you've got to offer them something."

I looked at Kate for her reaction but to my surprise she looked almost uninvolved. Meanwhile Ken was again speaking to the two potential rapists. After a much longer exchange he said, "I haven't been able to dissuade them but I do think I've got you a bit of a deal. I pointed out that they were both essentially civilised decent types but if they took Kate by force then they would either have to keep you permanently tied up or kill you. Basically I just think they want a taste because they've settled for one fuck each per week.

Ken emphasised his last words by holding up one finger but this prompted Hua to say something urgently. "Oh yes," Ken corrected, "They also want either a hand job or blow job in addition. Which would you prefer?" he asked looking at Kate." 

"I'm easy," she said, and that surprised me because I'd have bet money that she would have gone for the far less personal hand job. I also thought my wife could have chosen a less unfortunate expression.

I was going to say as much but from the expression on Kate's face I could tell that she expected them to pounce on her immediately. I don't know quite how to describe that expression except to say that it wasn't trepidation. Actually both men stayed where they were and I was puzzled until Ken explained, "I suggested they wait for a couple of hours until its dark. I told them that Kate would need time to make herself nice for them. Anyway, they're now trying to decide who goes first. It's going to be one tonight and the other tomorrow." 

Feeling rather numb I accompanied my wife back to our quarters I had plenty that I wanted to say and was a bit irritated to find that Ken had followed us. Halting short of our sleeping area and again speaking to me he asked, "Are you going to be OK? I'll come and sit with you while er ,,,,,,, you're alone, if that might help."

I was rather afraid that I might go to pieces while my lovely wife was getting fucked by one of the crew and I certainly didn't want that to be witnessed in that moment of weakness so I quickly assured him that I would manage. In return I tried to settle a curiosity by asking why he hadn't made himself part of the deal. He laughed, "I've been married for over twenty years and during that time, despite many opportunities, I've never even touched another woman, so I reckon I can go without pussy for a few months to maintain that fidelity." With that he quickly departed.

Turning back inside I was amazed to find my wife sitting cross-legged and meticulously plaiting strands of grass into braid, just as we both did most evenings until the light went. I was wound up so tight inside by the situation that, for some reason, this snapped my self control and I snarled, "How in hell can you stay so calm when you know what's going to happen?"

My wife gave me a patient smile and said, "Brian darling, panicking isn't going help and anyway, it's hardly the end of the world. Female bodies are designed for sex and this situation or something very like it has been happening for thousands of years. I'm not going to be harmed."

"But it's so wrong," I protested.

"I'm not saying it is right but it could have been one hell of a lot worse."

"I don't see how."

"Well for a start, they could have demanded to have me all night not just one session, in fact they could legitimately have claimed that my nights be split equally between the three of you. Ken really has managed to get us the best deal possible, possibly helped by the fact that I think both Hua and Bakti are basically decent types."

"Yes, rapists with good conduct medals," I quipped sardonically.

"It's hardly rape."

"You're being forced to have sex when it is not your choice, so what else would you call it?"

"Perhaps you're right," Kate conceded, "It's just that I always imagined rapists as leaping on women in the dark and battering them into submission. Maybe they're not so decent but I still think that if Hua and Bakti had been more demanding, they could have ended up with far more of me."

It was a good point but it didn't help me much. There was nothing else I could think of to say so we sat in silence, with Kate calmly plaiting grass. I cannot say that I was aroused by the situation, the direct opposite in fact but at the same time I was acutely aware of my penis, perhaps stemming from the knowledge that very soon another man's organ was going to intrude where only mine belonged. Deliberately, I tried not to keep checking my watch, but could not help sensing the passage of time as each minute ticked inexorably by. The thought passed through my mind that I was not too dissimilar to the man in the condemned cell waiting out the last hour before his execution. 

At nine p.m. Kate suddenly jumped up, said, "It's time," before throwing her arms round me to deliver a passionate kiss but, when she attempted to step back I found it impossible to release her. Patently she disentangled my arms, said, "Remember that I love you," and then walked calmly across the clearing to where Bakti was waiting. At his shelter she paused and looked back, gave a cheerful wave and then disappeared inside. I collapsed in a heap, trembling all over.

After little more than five minutes later she was back. She had been so quick that I assumed hopefully that Bakti hadn't been there until I saw a small rivulet of white cum trickling down her bare thigh. "He shot off the moment he got his dick inside me," she explained, "In fact I don't think it was even all the way in. What makes it worse it that all he wanted to do was fuck, so there was no foreplay no nothing, in fact I didn't even get a good look at his cock"

I heaved a big sigh of relief, hardly believing that what I dreaded so much had turned out to be so painless. Unfortunately I had relaxed too soon. Kate wiped her leg but then instead of sitting she stood, fidgeting with her hands for a minute or two, then burst out, "I feel bad about what just happened, the poor guy was so disappointed, for a moment or two I thought he might even cry." There was no obvious response to make to this and while I was still struggling for an answer, my wife decided, "I'm going back; I just remembered that Bakti never got his blowjob."

This time she was away for over half an hour and during her absence there was a strange development. Up until then I had not felt the slightest stirrings of arousal at our situation, in fact quite the opposite but now, after an unwanted mental image of Bakti's cock in my wife's warm mouth had forced itself into my brain, I found myself sporting a quite painful erection. 

Kate strode in cheerfully, once more with signs of intercourse streaming down her tanned thigh, (the other one this time). "I let him fuck me again," she explained, "that first one didn't really count."

"But we only agreed a blow-job," I objected petulantly. 

"Oh I gave him a nice suck to get him stiff again but after ten minutes or so it was obvious that what he really wanted to put it inside me again."

"You didn't have to let him."

My wife gave me a long patient look and then said quietly, "Darling, unless we get rescued pretty damn soon, you've got to accept that I'm going to get fucked a lot. We've got to try and make the best of it and avoid being pedantic and mean. When you really think about it, it doesn't take anything away from you. You are the only one I love so with the others it will be just meaningless sex." 

I stood but could find nothing to say and even unsure whether I should embrace her. Kate solved my dilemma by looking pointedly at my turgid penis and saying cheekily, "Something tells me that you would like a turn now."

As she spoke Kate lay down with her legs spread in an invitational way and I was faster than a greyhound out of the traps, as I got between them. The next moment as I plunged home I experienced the most wonderful, sensation of my life as my aching cock was enveloped in a glorious hot and silky feeling. It felt so special that for one dreadful second I thought I was going to beat Bakti's 'Speedy Gonzales' record but an almost superhuman effort allowed me to keep control. What followed was by far the best fuck of my life (until then), partly because I had never known Kate to be quite so aroused.

My sleep was deep and contented and the next morning I felt on top of the world. I think that Bakti felt the same because all the next day he walked about with a huge grin permanently plastered on his face. When I first saw him he headed towards me and as he approached for a moment I thought he was going to embrace me but at the last moment he must have had second thoughts because he suddenly veered away. Had he carried on, the way that I felt, I think I would have hugged him back. If this was what sharing was going to be like, I knew I could easily survive being stuck on the island. In fact I was eagerly looking forward to the evening when Hua would be the man of the moment.

I waited for nine o'clock to arrive with very different emotions to the previous evening and when Kate jumped up to leave I said, "Have a good time." 

At these words my wife turned in the doorway and said reprovingly, "I doing this to be fair and hopefully keep our lives reasonably pleasant while we're stuck on the island. It's not meant to be about me enjoying myself." Then she was gone.

I watched her walk across to where Hua was waiting and disappear inside. This time she didn't look back. After a while I heard the sudden sound 'Ughhh' followed by silence only to be repeated a couple of minutes later. This developed into a sequence with the 'Urghh' sound sometimes louder in volume until there was a more extended silence. Glancing at the time I noticed that half an hour had past and, going off the previous night she might be back any moment.

Then I heard Kate cry out, "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Don't stop, Don't stop, Please don't stop, OH GOD, OH GOD, Oh GOD." The cries continued but degenerated into a mixture of squeals and screams and occasional sounds that could indicate either agony or ecstasy. Even the air seemed to vibrate, the very island seemed to throb with the rhythm of their copulation and nobody with earshot could be in any doubt that they were listening to a woman getting the fucking of her life.

Suddenly Bakti burst out of his shelter and headed quickly towards the ocean in an awkward kind of loping motion, with his dick sticking out ahead of him like the prow of a ship. I knew exactly how he felt because my body was on fire and my sexual organs felt in grave danger of exploding. I tried to picture what was happening but was quite unable to conjure up an image to match the sounds. I was certainly twisted up inside and I suppose that must have been jealousy but the only emotion that I was really aware of awe.

It lasted for almost an hour and ended with a great Maori roar from the black man's throat and then finally silence at last. Gradually my palpitations slowed down and I tried to compose myself ready for my loved ones return but after twenty minutes waiting I began to worry that Kate had fallen asleep, worn out by her exhaustions. Then unbelievably it all started again with Kate once more calling to the Almighty with the fervour of a new religious convert. Essentially it was a repeat of what happened before but I thought it was worse. 

I lay naked in the shelter, covered in a sheen of perspiration and with my hand on my cock. It was a as big as I had ever known it, swollen and throbbing. Despite appearances I was not intentionally masturbating, only trying to soothe the ache. Suddenly there was a cough and I opened my eyes to see the figure of Ken framed in the doorway. He was shirtless, like me he was sweating profusely and his air of command seemed to have disappeared. Tactfully his gaze was fixed on my face, pretending not to notice the activity I was shamefully engaged in.

"Sorry mate, I've got to go back on what I said and add my name to the fucking list after all," he told me apologetically. "I thought I could get through this but if it is going to be like this all the time I know I can't. Kate is such a gorgeous girl and do I need something, just a hand job or something that's all." With that before I could speak, he was gone as quickly as he had arrived.

The captains intervention seemed to break the spell I was under and from the on I seemed to become dislocated from reality. I seemed in limbo, remote, seeing and hearing nothing, although I recall seeing Bakti return from a second cooling off dip in the water. I do remember that all arousal had suddenly gone, replaced by anger and jealousy. I felt rejected by the fact that having done her 'duty; my wife had chosen to stay with Hua instead of returning quickly to me. 

When Kate finally returned, over three hours after she had left, she looked completely exhausted and was walking slowly, carefully putting one foot in front of the other. Concerned at how she looked, I asked how she was, only to receive the monosyllabic reply, "Fine."

Not content with this I insisted, "Exactly how do you feel?"

Kate lifted he face to mine for the first time and it was radiant. "I feel wonderful," she said, "I never dreamed that it was possible to be made to feel like that."

Rightly or wrongly I felt that that comment reflected badly on me and that reactivated my jealous anger and reminded me of my three hours of torment. "Is that why you fucked him twice? Have you any idea how long you've been with him?" 

I don't think she had realised because suddenly she looked contrite. "I really am sorry about that but I did create a bit of a precedent last night with Bakti. I could possible have talked him out of another go at me but I admit I was reluctant to stop. The build up took so long the first time and I felt so good when it got going, I wanted to know what it would be like if we could start serious fucking straight away. I never thought that he would keep going quite so long," 

"I can tell you that it was so bloody good or at least the sound effects were, that Ken has decided that he wants to join your fuck club after all," I informed her nastily. "Consider yourself on duty again tomorrow night."

My wife just nodded. "I think I should be recovered by then but I'm afraid that you are doing to be out of luck tonight. I'm very stretched right now and I feel terribly tender down there. I'm very sorry but I will make it up to you." 

That was a big blow. Although no longer my mind's main focus, my cock remained stiff and painful and despite resentment I was looking forward to gaining relief as well as enjoying that sloppy seconds sensation again. I could easily have made a bitter remark but refrained. It was easy to see that we had different feelings about her new sexual duties and I wanted to avoid it becoming an issue between us.

True to her word Kate started gently caressing my cock but while doing so began to talk about her two copulations with Hua (I just can't call it lovemaking) and in the process informing me of details I would rather not have known. The analytical part of my mind could see that, having just had a very special experience, she needed to talk about it with someone. Unfortunately I was the only one available. Hoping to turn her narrative slightly, I remarked that Hua didn't seem to cum as much as Bakti, pointing out that there was little evidence of it running down her legs as it had the night before.

"You may be correct, "Kate said thoughtfully, "But on the other hand he does squirt a long way inside me and most of it could be still up there waiting a chance to ooze out."

Although my wife was obviously very tired she remained extremely buoyant and as there was no chance of matching her mood, I cast around for something positive to say, finally coming up with, "At least there's the consolation of knowing that you can't get pregnant."

My wife's face fell. "Oh damn I'd forgotten. I can get pregnant, I had the doctor remove my iud coil the week before we sailed." 

"Fuck, why did you do that and why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"I did it because I thought it would be nice to conceive while we were on this trip and we had agreed to start trying when we got back."

"But why keep it secret?"

"Because I thought it would be better if you didn't know," Kate said sadly. "I've watched too many of my friends at this time in their lives. As soon as they decide on a family they start tracking ovulation, taking her temperature all the time, then only fucking at set times and soon sex turns into making a baby instead of making love. I just wanted us to avoid that."

"What are we going to do?" I muttered unhappily, very close to tears.

"Look on the bright side that's all we can do," my wife told me almost cheerfully. "If we get rescued before a pregnancy reaches three months, I can easily get an abortion and anyway it might still be yours, if fact with a bit of luck you might have made me pregnant already." 

Unfortunately that last possibility was ruled out four days later when her period arrived. This meant that when the other men were due their next turn they were limited to the manual and oral options instead of intercourse, while with Ken that was all that he said he wanted. The size of Hua's organ made a proper blow job impossible so Kate described how she had managed with a combination of licking and enthusiastic wanking. At the end she happily said how she had still managed to catch most of his cum in her mouth but that was a detail I would have preferred she had kept to herself.

I had gathered that Hua's organ was exceptionally large without having been told specifically but the above conversation led to comparing the different penis sizes of her lovers. "Ken's cock is about an inch longer than yours and only a bit thicker," Kate informed me. "Bakti is even longer even if it's rather thin but Hua is incredible. "It's between nine and ten inches long but terribly wide. It won't fit in my mouth at all so I don't really understand how he managed to cram it all inside my cunt. I'm just glad that he did."

"So I've got the smallest penis on the island," I concluded unhappily.

"Don't worry about it," Kate said cheerfully, "With Bakti and Ken it doesn't make a lot of difference, it's just Hua's beautiful cock that feels so much better inside me." If her remark had been intended to help my morale then it failed dismally.




South Seas



On the next occasion that Hua was entitled to a screw, although there was only the one performance, this time the cries of passion from both were even louder than before, with a similar arousing effect on listeners. The following day Ken spoke to Hua and Kate separately, pointing out that the sound of their activity was unsettling and suggesting that in future they might prefer to do their copulating out of earshot of the camp. Both of them it seems were very amenable to the idea but I wasn't so sure. I couldn't decide whether wondering what they were doing might be even worse than the torment of knowing for sure. It was during the above exchange with my wife that she indicated that Ken would like fucking privileges extended to him.

During my fourth week of sharing, when the day came, as soon as darkness fell, three pairs of envious eyes watched Hua and my wife leave camp together and head towards the trees. What made it worse for me was that, just before they disappeared from view, I saw Kate reach out and take his hand. I would dearly have loved to follow at a distance and watch what transpired but in the situation, that wasn't feasible.

When she returned Kate grabbed my hand and dragged me into the shelter saying, "Quick, I want you now," and it was amazing the way that those five words restored my spirits because I had been afraid that I was becoming eclipsed by the big Maori. 

A couple of days later I noticed my wife walk purposefully into the trees to be followed by Hua about three minutes later. I would probably have thought nothing of it if the huge Maori hadn't been trying too hard to be casual. This time I did follow discretely and my suspicions were confirmed when, a short distance into the undergrowth, I saw Kate step out of concealment to join him. Again I was tempted to maintain surveillance even if that made me a voyeur but to be honest I lost my nerve. I could too vividly imagine my embarrassment should I happed to be seen. 

By the time that she got back a little over an hour later I was seething but I had to contain my anger because Kate ran straight to the sea and splashed around for a few minutes before coming to our shelter. "Where have you been?" I asked accusingly.

"I set out to do a bit more exploring," she said, an innocent look on her face.

"Were you alone?"

"No, I met Hua,"

"And what have you been going with Hua until now?"

"Fucking.... but I think you already knew that," my wife told me with just a touch of defiance in her voice.

"Why?"

"Because he wanted me and because I love feeling his beautiful cock inside me. The sensations he gives me are unimaginable," my wife told me simply, looking straight into my eyes.

"What are you telling me," I asked, rather disturbed that my erection seemed to be returning,

"You are the only one that I love but I'm saying that I also enjoy having sex with the others. Would you rather that I hated having to do it?"

"No, I wouldn't want that but I'm not happy that you've done more than the original agreement," I said reasonably.

"You might as well know that I've been giving Bakti extra blowjobs as well. One day he appeared by the well while I was collecting the water and his cock was sticking out like a cannon. He actually seemed in pain so I just did what was natural. A couple of times since then he's actually set out with me when I've gone for water." 

"I'm beginning to feel that you enjoy having sex with the others more than you do me," I said, admitting my secret fear.

"That is nonsense," Kate said hotly, "Have I ever turned you down except for that one time when I was exhausted and my pussy was so tender?"

"They all make you cum, Hua in particular but I never seem to now."

"That's because you haven't licked me once since the others started fucking me."

""How can I? It's a scientific fact that sperm is still potent after 72 hours which means that their cum can stay inside you at least that long after they fuck you."

"That would be only the tiniest little bit and anyway, what would it matter if there was quite a lot? It's not exactly nasty stuff, in fact I really love having it in my mouth."

"That isn't what you used to say," I shot back. 

"I never said it wasn't an acquired taste," Kate replied, but having the grace to blush when she said it.

"I love licking you and I want to again, it's just that I have given up until we get off this damn island."

"That's exactly why I get more orgasms with the other guys. You know I've always got off more on your tongue than your dick. Neither Bakti nor Hua ever think of licking me, it's probably not in their culture but I miss your talented mouth so much. That's the only single thing that makes me less than happy here, otherwise its paradise."

"I didn't realise," I said, feeling somewhat humbled. I had started to harbour feelings of inadequacy but now realised that I could still compete. Feeling a lot more cheerful, I said, I will start again."

"Why don't you give it a try now? " Kate suggested, temptingly opening her legs slightly. "I know that I've just been fucked by Hua but I've been down in the sea since and there shouldn't be too much of his cum still inside me."

I wanted to but couldn't move. Part of my resistance was due to residual instinct but the main inhibitor was thoughts what the others would think if they happened to glance into the shelter and saw me doing it.

I think my wife must have seen me glance outside because she immediately realised my problem. Jumping up she pulled me to my feet saying excitedly, "Come on, we'll go somewhere private to do it."

Buoyed up by her enthusiasm, I followed as she ran towards the trees. Once out of sight of the camp Kate slowed down and as I moved alongside she said, "Remember that little cave that we found right at the start, well that's where we're going. It's where I've just been with Hua and I thought it would be nice if you sucked all his cum out of me in the very same place that he put it in. It's the perfect spot, there's all that nice soft sand on the floor and anybody just walking past can't possible see in." 

I continued walking beside my promiscuous wife with mounting excitement but a great deal of trepidation. I was terrified that when the moment arrived, I would spoil everything by becoming nauseous.

In the cave I looked round nostalgically remembering that a month ago I had visions of making this our own little hidey-hole away from the others. My wife's eyes were sparkling and she could hardly contain herself. "You lie on your back and I'll get one top of you in a sixty-nine and we'll do each other. To get you into it easier, at the beginning just lick round the lips of my pussy. No pushing your tongue inside but you can work on my clit as much as you like."

With an achingly stiff erection, I did as ordered to be reward by sight of her glorious cunt just in front of my face, a vision I had denied myself for too long. I was disappointed to find that she smelled of the sea with her wonderful familiar intimate aroma almost completely absent. The lips of her vulva were closed but they looked swollen and rather red. It was hard to believe that the black man's massive organ had forced it self deep inside less than an hour before.

I stretched out my tongue very tentatively, only to find that I could detect nothing unusual. Before setting out on the voyage I had been in the habit of performing this oral adoration almost every single day but now there had been a gap of weeks since I last did it. Had I kept up the practice then I would probably been able to sense a different nuance to the taste but I couldn't. This was undoubtedly blessing in disguise because I was able to feel arousal from the symbolism of licking where another man has very recently squirted his semen without any possibly unpleasant facts intruding into my consciousness.

At first Kate got more out of the experience than I, squirming against my mouth and mumbling happily that this proved that I was no longer upset that she was fucking the others. She had so much to say on that theme it was plain that her whole being was concentrated between her legs and as a result my cock remained seriously neglected, but that didn't make any difference. Suddenly she said excitedly, "Get ready, I can feel all Hua's cum starting to slide down into your mouth," and in that instant, without any warning, I ejaculated. She did too and as a result, I was only aware of her flood of extra juices, not the expected semen. 

I lay in a kind of stupor unable to quite believe what I had just done and the effect that it had on me. Kate recovered far quicker and after some moments spent quietly watching me she said in a contemplative way, "I enjoy secret sex away from the camp so much more."

I grunted, just to show that I was awake and listening but my sex satiated wife took this as a question and answered, "When I go to them in camp to give them their ration, I know that everybody else is listening, including you and that makes me self conscious all the time. Even when I leave the camp to do it like I did with Hua, everybody knows we are going to fuck and I worry about how that makes you feel. A little while ago, screwing Hua with no one else getting off on it gratuitously, I was able to be so much more relaxed." 

"I thought that Hua can't speak any English at all so how do you communicate with him?" I asked more out of curiosity than a desire to know. I was also avoiding the need to comment on what she had just told me.

"Sign language."

Now I was interested, "What kind of signs exactly?"

Kate grinned, "Well actually there is only the one sign. He makes a circle with the thumb and finger of one hand then pokes the forefinger of the other hand backwards and forward through the middle. I think everybody in the world knows what that means. He's been giving that signal almost every day ever since you were first forced to share me. I've always pretended not to notice but today I thought why not. He was very eager and I did badly want to feel him inside me again." 

"I forgive you," I murmured. I said this for something to say because, after what I had just done, there could have been little doubt in her mind.

"I don't honestly see why fucking the others is limited to only once a week because I would happily look after all of my men every single day – at least once. I do love to fuck. That's one thing at least that I have discovered on this island."

There was no obvious reply to that so I remained silent, trying to imagine how I would feel seeing her distribute her charms in such a profligate manner. I think I must have liked the idea because already I could feel my dick coming back to life.

"Actually," my wife said thoughtfully, "It's more remembering how much I like sex than just discovering it. The whole year between doing my work experience and coming back to the firm full time, I had three different boyfriends on the go at the same time and I slept with them all at least twice a week. And they knew about each other or at least two of them did. I thought then that it going to be the all time best year of my life but this year is already turning out better." 

"Didn't they mind?"

"I think they were all hoping that I would pick them and drop the other two. They were certainly competing to show they were the best and that made it even better for me."

That last anecdote decided me so I said magnanimously, "If you want to give Hua and Bakti some extras I don't really mind."

Kate rolled over quickly, threw her arms round me and gave me a very passionate kiss. Finally breaking for air she pulled her face back a couple of inches from mine and said mischievously, "I just had a terribly naughty thought, when I come up here with Hua next time, how would you like to watch us fucking? You could easily sneak up early and hide at the back of the cave."

Suddenly my heart was beating so loudly that I felt Kate must hear it because this was exactly what I had dreamed about doing. I was filled with elation but that was an emotion of very short duration because, like a bucket of cold water thrown over me, I realised that I was not at all sure that was what I really wanted. "Wouldn't that make you self conscious, spoil it for you?" I asked, stalling for time until I got my emotions back under control."

"Just the opposite," Kate said sitting back, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's so kinky, an extra thrill. I'm going to love knowing that you're watching as he pushes his beautiful big cock up inside me and seeing the effect that it has on me. Can't you just imagine it?"

That was the trouble; I had imagined it several times already and but I was beginning to think it would be better to stick to imagination and the ability to pretend that I was exaggerating rather than face the unvarnished truth of his sexual superiority. "I'm not sure it's such a good idea" I said quietly.

A look of puzzlement flitted across my wife's face but she was intent on her plan and not to be deflected. "Course it is silly, you're really going to enjoy watching. It'll bring us even closer, with you kind of sharing my pleasure. Anyway, I need you there for a special reason."

Despite myself I was intrigued. "I don't understand."

Kate let a hand stray between her legs as she explained. A little while ago when Hua pulled his thing out of me, I put some fingers where it had been and it felt as if I had a big wide tunnel disappearing right up inside me. Now I know why a woman's vagina is sometimes called a hole. I wished that I had a mirror to see how far it went. That's when I thought that if you were there you could pop out of hiding the moment Hua left, and describe exactly how much you can see. It's just a pity that we don't have one of those little electric torches."

That did appeal. My cock twitched in reaction and my wife took this as a positive, "Come on," she urged, "Say yes and I'll get you stiff again so that you can fuck me before we go back to the others."

That was an offer I couldn't refuse and only minutes later I was again enjoying that incomparable sloppy seconds sensation. 

A couple of days later, while were still relaxing in bed prior to rising, Kate announced, "I'm going to have one those secret fucks with Hua this morning so you better set off early and hide in the cave."

Taken by surprise I reacted badly and asked rather nastily, "And when did you arrange that with him?"

"Kate grinned, "He doesn't know yet, I've only just decided this moment."

"And what makes you so sure he'll oblige?"

My wife smiled confidently, "I've only to give him the sign and he'll follow me any time, any where."

So after breakfast, I obediently set out, conspicuously carrying a grass bag to give the impression that I was heading out on one of my expeditions and twenty minutes later I was sorting out a hiding place at the rear of the cave. The cavern was like the inside of a conch shell with a large boulder near the back, behind which I would be able to move about to a better vantage angle once they had started. 

Having found my spot, I settled down to wait not realising what I grave mistake I was making, for the next hour would destroy my remaining peace of mind in two major respects. The first was that, sounds of passion overheard notwithstanding, I had fondly believed that Kate gave the other men their 'rations' in the same dispassionate way that whores serviced their tricks. I was wrong. The other was that, having once watched Hua in action, I was forced to accept that compared to the big Maori, I was totally inadequate at fucking, in fact what I did hardly deserved that term. 



Kate entered the cave first. She peered towards where I was but I could tell from her face that she couldn't see me. She gave a small wave but then held a finger to her lips to indicate that Hua was just behind her and a moment or two later a large black frame lumbered through the entrance. This was where I had my first surprise. I had expected my wife to just lie down with her legs spread, making herself available to him but instead she ran forward and got on tip toes, stretching up for a kiss. Hua leaned down to respond but then, with hands under her arms he lifted her and whirled round, both caught in the joy of the moment and with Kate planting further small kisses all over his face. 

Hua put her down and then removed his two garments, just letting them drop to the ground and allowing me my first unfettered view of his amazing organ.. It may have been my angle of view or distortion due to the light in the cave but the damn thing seemed to hang down as low as his knees.

He had hardly settled before Kate pounced on his cock, holding it in both hands and delivering baby kisses along the length of the shaft. It was very obvious that she was seriously besotted with his organ if not with him. 

After giving his shaft a lot of serious attention, Kate somehow signalled that she wanted to change area and this prompted Hua to get in a crab position. For the first time I realised that his balls were even more impressive than his cock, both looked possibly larger than peaches and would have seemed more in place on a bull rather than a man. My wife happily bounced one on each palm for a while but when her mouth moved down she had only limited options. There had been occasions in the past when she had managed to fit both of my testicles into her mouth at the same time (a delicious sensation) but with Hua she couldn't even force one in and had to resort to licking and gently nibbling the skin.

Suddenly Hua switched into a kneeling position and the effect of Kate's eager ministrations was immediately obvious because his huge cock stuck out, now rigid as an iron bar. Although I knew it had happened many times, it didn't seem logically possible that such a mass of flesh and muscle could fit inside her tiny quim. Now that the moment had come there was no mistaking the eagerness with which my wife lay down and spread her legs. Hua quickly moved over her, supporting himself clear of her body. I could see that he had started to enter her but was unable to see the moment of penetration because his swinging ball sack completely blocked my view.

He slid all the way in with one smooth thrust and I tensed expecting the fucking motion to start but instead they both lay quite still and it took me a moment or two to realise that they were kissing. This would have been quite understandable had it been an expression of passion but it wasn't because the kisses on both of their parts were unmistakably tender. I hadn't expected this. They were meant to be fucking, not making love. It became worse when Kate first cupped his face in both of her hands while gazing up at him and then began to stroke his arms in an affectionate rather than a sensuous way. That hurt. I had long come to terms with other men sharing my wife's body but now it seemed as if Hua was taking her heart as well as her cunt.

It was a better when they actually started fucking but that relief was only of short duration because I quickly had a quite different cause for distress. From the sounds I had heard before, I had resigned myself to the fact that their copulations were very energetic affairs but, believe me, watching is very different to just listening. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Throughout my life, I had always believed that I was a reasonably competent sexual performer but now my limitations were being brutally exposed. I wondered, if we had never been shipwrecked would I ever have realised, would I even have suspected, that my wife had so much untapped sexual potential.

I hadn't expected quite the level of violence, both in the way he threw her about and the force with which he thrust into her. I remembered moment's of unusually rampant activity in our past of when I had deliberately moderated my passion for fear of hurting her. That memory triggered a wry smile because the worst that I could have done would have been like a tickle compared to the raw power that Hua unleashed upon her. After staying in missionary for quite a session, with practiced efficiency they suddenly switched to doggie style with Kate on her hands and knees. They were now horizontal to my position and I could see the detail of their joining far better because it was no longer largely obscured by the bulk of his huge body.




South Seas



The penultimate position was cow girl and at first I liked this much better. Kate was no longer being tossed about like a rag doll and I had chance to savour (if that is the right word) what was happening in comparatively slow motion. I particularly liked to see his impossibly thick black shaft slowly appear glistening with juices into the light as she rose up, only to disappear once more into her depths as she sank back down. My problem was that she kept pausing and leaning forward for more kissing and whispering very quietly to each other. I was convinced that they were sharing endearments, whether or not either understood what the other was saying. 

The end was almost an anti climax. They switched back to missionary, there was a brief explosion of energy and then it was obvious that Hua was busy pumping her full of his potent semen. He slumped upon her and seemed content to enjoy more kissing and caressing but thankfully my wife had other ideas. I actually saw her finger jab into him in what looked a painful way. Hua reluctantly stood up, obviously expected her to do so as well but when she didn't he crouched to give her a final kiss before exiting the cave. He had hardly disappeared before Kate was crying out excitedly, "Quick, quick, come here and look before my hole starts to shrink."

By the time I was kneeling in position, Kate was supporting her buttocks on her hands and lying with legs spread wide, giving me an unobstructed view of her well used cunt. Her choice of the word tunnel had been very apt because I was confronted with a void, at least two inches wide at the mouth and stretching way up inside her. Quite how far it went I was unable to tell because the far end was filled with a white mucous mass which was just beginning to ooze its way out.

I described everything I could see in small detail and, during the telling Kate, literally trembled with excitement and when I eventually ran out of words she said," Lick it."

I had hesitated for only a moment before she repeated, "Lick it, go on lick it, you've done it before and this is no different to then."

In my mind there was a vast difference. On the previous occasion, he had ejaculated inside her over half an hour before and she had bathed in the sea before I performed this duty. This time the hot cum had been delivered mere minutes before and the smell was quickly becoming overpowering. I have never tried bush tucker grub but I have eaten sea food when the thought of putting it in my mouth beforehand was nauseating only to find that actual taste was not unpleasant. Now I can't claim that fresh cream pie does not taste unpleasant but strangely, within less than a minute it became compulsive eating, possibly helped by the fact that Kate was having huge orgasms right from the moment I started.

This time I didn't cum while licking but I can't claim that I lasted very long minutes later when I had my cock surrounded by that very special sloppy seconds feeling. Afterwards we were both exhausted, her physically, me mentally. We lay relaxing indolently, both lost in our own thoughts until I felt an urgent need to voice mine. "I'm not very happy with all the kissing and cuddling, it looked like you might be falling in love with Hua," I admitted quietly.

Kate sat up quickly to answer, "I am fond of Hua, very fond of him but a woman is bound to grow fond of a man who keeps making her feel as good as he does me. There's no need at all for you to worry though because it's certainly not the kind of love that I feel for you. Grasping my hand and looking me deep the eyes my wife said sincerely, "I'm the luckiest wife in the whole world. I'm lucky because I know it would be impossible to find another husband even half as wonderful as you. I love you so much." She went on to praise my understanding, generosity and strength of character, until by the end I knew that I could survive anything that life might threw at me.





One morning I was woken by Kate creeping carefully back into the shelter. Seeing I was awake she squatted down near my head, took hold of my hand and said softly, "Please don't get upset sweetheart but I'm pretty sure that I'm pregnant. It's six weeks since that last period and for the last three mornings I've woken up feeling nauseous. It was bound to happen sooner or later."

I had already resigned myself to this eventuality so I smiled and said, "There's still a 25% chance that it might be mine."

"Well actually Ken isn't a contender," she informed me and I perked up assuming that the older man had gone back to hand jobs until Kate explained. "He only ever fucks my bum. He's never done it with his wife that way so he says that it's not really cheating on her."

I didn't like this news but balancing that was the fact that I was actually getting pleasure from my improved odds. "Thirty-three percent is better," I said, 

Kate shook her head, "Your first guess was nearer the mark. I could be wrong but I think both Bakti and Hua have a far better chance of being the father." 

"How can that be? I made a lot of effort to have sex with you at least as often as anybody else?" I asked rather belligerently.

"Well for a start Bakti squirts twice as much baby making stuff as you every time, probably nearer three times," Kate explained patiently, "And although he doesn't last very long fucking, he gets ready to go again incredibly quickly and can get in three fucks while you would still be on with the first. Believe me, that young man is a veritable on demand cum dispenser."

"So you think he's the father?" I prompted unhappily.

"I might have done except that ever since I started getting a bit stretched, he's preferred being sucked off to putting his dick in my pussy. He's also been pestering me let him do it the back way but that's strictly reserved for Ken – and you of course if you want it." 

I gulped down some air and tried to remain calm because this short conversation was yielding a plethora of information that I would rather not know, and it was getting worse. If I was not the biological father then I would far prefer it to be Bakti. This was mainly because as he was less black than Hua, if we were forced to keep the child it could pass more easily as merely tanned.

My mind had drifted away on these thoughts for a moment until I heard my wife summarising, "So although you and Hua have ejaculated inside me roughly equal number of times, he has still got to be the clear favourite. When he cums it feels as if he is squirting straight into my womb but in comparison, your poor little sperms have a long way to swim."

That is more or less the end of the story because from then on there were really no new developments, except when Kate proudly informed me that she had managed to deep throat Bakti's cock. (She said that he loved it.) However, for the sake of completeness, I will carry on with a summary of our 'adventure' until the moment we were rescued. 





One evening when Kate was in an especially relaxed mood after she had been with one of her lovers, I decided to satisfy a long standing curiosity, So I asked, "Since you told me of the three lovers you were juggling at university I've been thinking. During your work experience I know you dated two of the guys at the lab. Everyone thought that you never had sex with either of them and I wondered if that was true."

Kate laughed, "Of course I did."

I waited a moment and asked, "Stuart was still there when you came back full time, so did you carry on where you left off."

"I slept him one time just for old times sake." There was a long pause during which I said nothing and then she admitted, "OK, I'm not going to lie, it was more than once but by then I'd set my sights on you."

"Did it ever happen after you started seeing me?"

"That was only the once, but it happened after I let you have me for the first time," my wife told me turning to look me in the eye. "I knew you were going to ask me to marry you and that changed everything, so I let him fuck me one last time."

That wasn't what I wanted to hear. "I bet the bastard had a great big laugh at my expense," I said bitterly.

Kate shook her head, "You're wrong. Stu left soon after our wedding because he couldn't bear seeing me every day knowing I was out of bounds. I think what he felt was envy rather than triumph. He knew I wasn't the type to cheat on my husband."

"And you never have," I said confidently.

"No – not really."

"Not really. What does that mean?"

"Well on one of the times that I did a field trip by myself, I spent a whole evening talking to a very attractive chap. Somehow we finished up in a rather cosy situation and I did end up sucking his cock. I reckoned that was better than letting him screw me. Afterwards I swore never to get in that kind of position again." 

Four months passed by in the same routine, my wife's tummy got significantly bigger but nothing else changed except that I stopped having intercourse with her except for the sloppy seconds after I had watched her with Hua. Apart from that, like Bakti, I found that she was now so loose that it wasn't really worth it and anyway, I enjoyed the special hand jobs she gave me so much more.

Going from the 'passage of days' record that Steve maintained, I calculated that Kate was in the twenty-eighth week of her pregnancy, when one night while preparing for sleep, she said quietly, "I know we agreed that if the baby isn't yours we would put it up for adoption, well I've changed my mind. I'm sorry Sweetheart but since he started moving I've decided that I just can't do it. I want to be his mother and I need to keep him with me."

I had already decided that I wouldn't argue if this happened so I contented myself with the one word, "Him?"

"Somehow I just know it's going to be a boy," she replied, "And I'm pretty sure he's going to be a very big baby.

Premonition or just coincidence, I don't know. Kate and I were lingering in the cave after she had been with Hua. In view of her condition, he now he handled her very delicately, no longer leaving her looking like a rag doll. Suddenly she said, "At times I look forward to when we get home and can go back to it being just us again but at others I hope that we never get rescued and just go on forever like this." I didn't speak but I very much doubted if going back to how we were would be quite as easy as she made it sound.

Minutes later we set off back to camp, only to find the beach crowded with figures and a large warship out in the bay. We continued walking but for the first time in months, Kate became shy at her state of nakedness and stepped behind me to gain partial concealment from the hordes of male eyes. Remembering her men in uniform fantasy, I thought this a bit ironic. 

We were told later that the seamen had been scanning the beach looking for coconuts and spotted our camp instead. During the voyage to Australia, we spent a lot of time with Ken but the other two had been placed in crew quarters and we never saw either of them again.