My Wiced Ways

The springs on the bed really made quite the sound as I hammered Shelby and Josie, back and forth, my cock darting back and forth as I used them. Sweat poured down my face, but it was more than worthwhile, given how much both ladies craved my cock inside them. I didn't have any more loads available until supper, so I wanted to really give both ladies plenty of hard dick. I also wanted to entertain Jannat and Stephanie, who had apparently sneaked off earlier for a little Sapphic tryst, which they continued to recall, quite audibly, for my hearing pleasure. Listening to this sexy pillow talk between two of my wives about their lesbian encounter certainly didn't help my self-restraint, I can tell you that.

When Jannat chose to begin playing with my balls while Stephanie started rimming me, however, I really had to force myself to hold back. It was a struggle, to put it mildly, and I got the impression that this was intentional, but I still fought to keep reaming both my niece and her girlfriend to the best of my ability without cumming just yet. When they moaned from the pleasure of my switch of my fingers for my dick and vice versa, of course, it was too late. There was no stopping me now, and I shot my load at last, while inside Josie...but to be fair, before my cock could soften, I slipped it out and stuck it back inside Shelby to spill any remaining contents of my balls into her cunt.

"Wow...just wow, ladies! You certainly didn't make it easy to stop myself from cumming too fast," I said as I all but shoved my tongue down Jannat's throat, followed by Stephanie's.

"Well, we do have supper to eat, you know. Got to get that strength up and let your dick recover so it won't fall off from overuse," Shelby teased me a little with a wink.

"I can't wait until you have a visible baby bump, you know. It's going to be extremely hot to see you in maternity wear, my dear niece, knowing that one of us five put that bun in your oven, but none of us are sure just yet," I complimented her, making her blush a little...my sexy Shelby still could blush from time to time, and I loved to make her do so.

"If it looks nice and brown, we'll know exactly who the Daddy is," Josie said as she stuck her tongue out at us.

"Kiss my ass, lover," Shelby giggled.

"Don't tempt me. You know that I will, too. That ass of yours would make a fine dessert. I bet that half of the people on the cruise would lick away at it, given the chance. We could take bids for rimming sessions," Josie taunted her further as we got dressed.

"Fuck you, too," Shelby even flipped her the bird and shook her booty at her.

"Oh, don't worry...I will. Count on it, blondie. You're gonna get a tongue shoved inside your juicy slit so fast that you won't know what hit you, sweet cheeks. Your yummy tush, too. It's quite edible, I assure you. Think that I kissed your ass so much to make you happy with me at work? Oh, no, honey. You didn't have that much power yet. It was for the pleasure of licking that fine derriere," Josie admitted, not that any of us were shocked by this now...it was obvious for a long time that Josie lusted hot and heavy for her boss.

Meanwhile, Jannat and Stephanie wouldn't leave my side, each of them pressing their tits into me to make their point, whatever that might be. I didn't mind at all, naturally. What guy in his right mind would object to so much feminine attention? I had a lovely, curvy, swarthy Arab woman on my right hand and a delectable Vietnamese minx with a weakness for sodomy on my left. Speaking of hands, they held mine, while the rest of my lovers rose from their cat naps, finished changing and freshening up, and followed us, blowing wolf whistles at my ass to make it abundantly clear that they still burned with lust for me.

For a cruise like this, given the time of year, I naturally wore a polo shirt and khakis, along with penny loafers, making me look the quintessential playboy of the country club set, I suppose. Then again, I was among the upper crust in many cases, so that was a given, I suppose. It was pretty clear that I was the talk of the ship, in fact, given how reclusive I had been, not to mention the sheer size of my harem. They didn't even know about Stephanie, of course, but I still got people's tongues wagging. It didn't hurt that several of the women were noticeably pregnant, with baby bumps showing in a way that couldn't be denied. I just laughed as the waiter arrived and stared long and hard at us...especially given how his bulge grew and he drooled upon meeting the women...especially Katrina.

"See something that you like?" I asked Gilbert...yes, that was the name on his tag.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to stare. What did you wish to order again, sir?" Gilbert stammered a little.

"I already ordered...twice. You didn't write anything down. I think that you're a little distracted, aren't you, lad? What, cat got your tongue?" I acted very serious for a second before breaking into laughter.

"Or maybe Kat did," Rachel chimed in, making us all laugh even harder with her pun.

"Um...sorry. Please don't get me in trouble, sir. It's just that...well," Gilbert coughed.

"It's just that you're lusting after Katrina here. Hey, I don't blame you, man. She's a real dish, I must say. What is it about her that most attracts you?" I pressed the issue.

"That obvious, am I? Um...sorry, ma'am. It's just that you're...," he stuttered a bit more and now blushed crimson.

"Indian?" Kat inquired.

"Well, that isn't a bad thing, but I think that it's mostly that you're such...an Amazon. Sorry if that comes across offensively. But I have kind of a thing for toned, physically fit...athletic women," Gilbert bit his tongue now.

"What about us? What do you like about such women? Do you like it when a woman is stronger than you...can overpower you?" Kat insisted now.

"Um...yes, ma'am. I kinda enjoy that sort of porn, in fact. I jack off to Jillian Michaels, too...and several other of that sort. Dara Torres. Denise Austin. Jennifer Nicole Lee. Tracy Anderson. Jeanette Jenkins. You get the picture, I think, Miss," Gilbert turned beet-red by now.

"Yeah, I think that I do. I like you. I like you're not threatened by a woman's physical strength. Tell me, honestly, though...are you...into aggressive women? Dominant ones? Do you like to submit? What are your fantasies about these ladies, anyway?" Katrina confronted him a bit more pointedly, putting him in a bind.

"Yes...ma'am. It's a turn-on to think of a woman wrestling me to the ground or the mat and...having her way with me. Whatever she wants to do to me. You know...dominate me. Take me. Sorry, this is all very inappropriate, but it's how I feel, since you asked me," Gilbert confessed, more than a little worried that he had said too much.

Right then, Kat turned to me, as did the others, and I nodded. We understood each other. Kat could count this one as a freebie, so to speak. If she wanted to enjoy his body...none of us would consider it cheating. It was a hall pass...but then, I had basically gotten one after the fact with Stephanie, and one could argue that Cherry had with the pizza delivery guy. I made a note to myself to talk this over later, but for now, Kat had our blessing to seduce this young man. For one thing, we all had a certain fascination with this cat and mouse game of theirs, with Gilbert definitely in the role of the mouse.

"I guess that's one Kat who'll get some cream tonight," Ninve whispered in my ear, making me chuckle more than a bit.

"Well, honey, tonight's your lucky night...but you have to give incredible, amazing service from here on out. Is that clear? And not just to us. I understand that you're distracted. Still, we're hungry, especially the pregnant women among us. Try and listen this time to the orders and get them right, please?" Kat told him...as she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Um...yes, ma'am," Gilbert said as he blushed again and his cock strained against his pants.

"Is everything okay, Miss?" the head waiter, Luis, asked us now...he was tall and lanky...with vibes screamed "gay" from the rooftops.

"Oh, yes, actually. This young man is very polite, if nervous. I'm just encouraging him to be his best self," Kat assured him, even as he winked at Max.

"I see. Well, Gilly, looks like you skate by on the goodwill of these guests. Don't mess up again. Are we clear? My apologies and thanks for your patience. I can tell that he was in a bit of a trance. It's nice of you to cover for him, though. Shows compassion and empathy...," Luis coughed as he seized the chance to grope Gilbert's ass slightly through his pants.

"Kat, I think that you should order for us this time. That way, he'll pay very good attention and be eager to do your will," I proposed, grinning at her.

"As you wish, my lord. I serve at your pleasure, as always," Kat winked at me, even as she casually moved her fingers beneath the table to caress Gilbert's balls through his slacks.

It was apparent that all of us, but especially Kat, completely enjoyed this little scene in front of us, particularly the enthusiasm with which Gilbert now carried out his duties. He went out of his way to prove himself worthy of Kat's approval. An outside observer would assume that she was just a rich patroness with a high potential gratuity (that's a tip for you laymen) to offer the pretty boy waiter. That Katrina had implied that she would pay him in sexual favors would shock most of them, no doubt.

I had to admit that my steak tartare was absolutely the most delicious fine dining experience that I had ever known. Maybe it was the fact that it was so taboo in my religion to eat a steak completely raw like that (though not being kosher mitigated that), but it was also probably due to the fact that most other dishes associated with expensive or gourmet dining were antithetical to the diet of a middle-class American such as I used to be...but this...this was red meat, with a raw egg yolk and onions, no less. That was something that I could understand. It certainly helped with my recent transition from white-collar worker to multi-millionaire and the altered expectations of the shift in my socio-economic status. Then again, maybe it was just the brevity of my experience with haute cuisine that caused my positive appraisal of the steak tartare.

All the way through the supper, we picked on Gilbert mercilessly, but we also needled Katrina a bit, knowing that she was a good sport...and she teased him more than a little. She stopped crossing her legs eventually and spread her thighs just enough to give the poor waiter a nice view of her bare crotch...and I do mean bare. She was not only commando, but her pussy was bald, right where Gilbert could see it. His boner continued to plague him all night long, to the point that we really started feeling bad for him. He had to be leaking precum by now and his bulge was visible to all, though no one at the other tables seemed to notice it...or perhaps they were too polite to comment on it.

Meanwhile, Max played his own game, finding excuses to get Luis to come over to us, though never in a way to get Gilbert in trouble. It was increasingly clear that he wanted a hall pass, too...so he could get some of that cute Latin booty for his cock...but was that what Luis had in mind, or was Luis a Top instead of a bottom? I decided that it was time to clear the air, so while we still had a chance, I spoke frankly.

"Folks, I think that in the interests of fairness, we should give everyone here a hall pass for the rest of the cruise. I don't mind the help and I doubt that our group marriage will be threatened by this. If anyone leaves because of this, well, mazel tov. I want your happiness, even at our expense, and if an outsider can wrench one of you away, then perhaps you don't belong with us, though you will be missed. I don't see that happening, however. Those are just my thoughts," I commented.

The reaction was a smile and a kiss from each of my lovers, though Ninve made a point of adding, "Well, please bear in mind that since you own us, it's really up to you at all times...and that despite your self-imposed restriction, you don't really need a hall pass. You never did. None of us would dream of holding you to that expectation. As long as we aren't deprived, what do we care if you fuck every waitress or waiter on this ship? Consider it open season for you...I've always seen it that way. You can do no wrong in my sight.

"I fell in love with you, knowing that you're a lecher. Any limits that you have are those you put on yourself and I'd rather you gave up that burden for all of our sakes. I want you to feel free and happy...unrestrained and without any such stress. Screw the rules...and screw whomever you wish. You and I didn't follow the rules when I was your supervisor and you knocked me up. I'm glad that we broke them, too," Ninve swore to me as she peppered my face and neck with steamy kisses.

"What she said. Think of this as an intervention, please. You, Master...husband...lover...you're above that BS and you know it. Don't sell yourself short. Let's just throw the rules out and go back to not obeying anything but your will. We're your sluts and clearly these regulations aren't helping, since they get in the way of what we all want, which is to share and share alike...and to cater to your every personal whim. How about it, honey?" Cherry proposed.

"So...you want to return to the looser arrangement that we had. Consider this an experiment in polyfidelity that hasn't worked out. Okay, I'm game for that, but we need to be careful of social diseases and stalkers, that sort of thing," I cautioned.

"So, exercise your veto whenever you think it necessary, but otherwise, let's do whatever comes naturally to us," Sandra suggested.

"Well, that's an excellent answer, I must admit. A sensible solution. If I have any reason for misgivings, I can intervene. Also, come to think of it, this will allow infusions of fresh DNA now and then, avoid a stagnant gene pool, you know. Of course, Katrina here is already pregnant, but there will be many openings to impregnate you ladies. A donor or two from the outside might well prevent too many recessive genes from passing on to the next generation. Anyway, in Kat's case, this is another likely male virgin, just like that delivery guy that Cherry sucked off that one time. No high-risk case here," I reasoned, while becoming even more amused at the exchange between Kat and Gilbert.

"Or near virgin. At any rate, he's a charity case...a very yummy charity case. I can't wait to pin him to the bed and mount him. Perhaps we can film the action. Wouldn't that be sexy as hell? He'd get his own sex tape and be immortalized for it, no longer be the timid, undersexed chap that he is now," Kat started moaning as she played with her own crotch, her skirt raised just enough to do so.

"Dessert, princess?" I offered Ninve, to which she nodded.

"Sorry, honey, but you know what this pregnancy is doing to me and my appetite," my former supervisor apologized.

"Same thing it's doing to the rest of you, and I will never begrudge you dessert. Never apologize for your cravings, baby," I told her with a passionate kiss, while noticing that Max had risen from the dining room table.

"Carrot cake?" Ninve pleaded, as I nodded.

Kat informed Gilbert of her order, followed by those of the rest of us...and for some reason, most of us wanted some...probably due to all of those calories we had burned so far into the cruise. Right about then, I heard sounds coming from one of the adjacent rooms. The noises became louder by the second, getting the attention of more than a few people in the dining area. They sounded like grunts and...then curses in Spanish. I looked at Shelby and winked at her, causing my niece to blush again. She knew the score by now, if not before...Max and Luis, I mouthed to her and she giggled while flashing me her pussy.

In the meantime, Katrina started rubbing her own clit, obviously wanting to be so slippery wet that Gilbert could easily penetrate her. She licked her lips as well, not bothering to conceal that she was in heat. Something told me that Gilbert wouldn't last long, but that Katrina would find ways of getting her satisfaction from him in spite of his desperate state of arousal...Knowing her, she probably wouldn't stop with one round, but use him up and drain him repeatedly, which was fine with me.

Sure enough, Max and Luis emerged from the other room, both of them grinning ear to ear, though both were walking rather funny. I got the feeling that Luis and Max would seek each other out now and then over the course of this cruise, given the opportunity, but again, I didn't mind. I was curious, though...in that timeframe...who did what to whom? Of course, in the end, it didn't matter that much, as long as both enjoyed themselves, right? Everyone in the dining room stared and a couple of them gave visible signs of voyeuristic pleasure, while others showed complete disgust or outrage.

"So...tell us, who was the Top and who was the bottom?" Shelby teased Max as she gave him a very wifely kiss.

"We...took turns with that. I fucked him and then he fucked me. It was...amazing. We were both switches, so it was only natural to switch off like that. His ass was amazing, but his cock made me feel so alive. Yes, we went bareback, too. I have his cum running down my thighs from my butt, in case you're wondering," Max smiled, showing that he knew my niece very well indeed.

"Oh, yummy...may I?" Shelby said, not really wanting for an answer to her incomplete query before unzipping Max's pants and spreading his cheeks to lick up Luis's spunk.

This was under the table, of course, but everyone at it could see or at least tell what was going on there, especially with the slurping sounds coming from the direction of Max's booty. By the time that Gilbert returned with the desserts, however, Shelby had graduated to Max's dick, licking it enthusiastically. I wrote down on a napkin, is this safe, he was just bareback inside Luis, but then I crumpled it up and tossed it. Shelby wasn't that far along yet, near as I could tell, so the larger threats to her unborn child were internal, not external. Josie snatched the napkin anyway and passed it to Shelby in full view of Gilbert.

"Oh, Uncle Mark, that is so sweet of you to care, but I'm really too early in my pregnancy for that to be a major concern yet. This fetus has a lot bigger worries than anything from Luis's ass, which was apparently kept quite clean. Seems that Luis does the same thing that Max and Anton do...cleanses religiously to prepare for sodomy," Shelby reassured me as she resumed sucking Max's cock.

"That's why I crumpled it and tossed it, but, hey, I was worried for a moment," I admitted sheepishly.

"I know, but, I still wanted to ease your worries, you dear man," Shelby smiled at me before swapping spit with Josie for a second, and then going back to work on Max's dick.

Max showed every sign that he had died and gone to his personal Heaven, or so it seemed, given how much he enjoyed it, especially once Josie knelt and picked up the rimjob where Shelby had left off of it. Having one's ass licked has always been a treat for anyone that I've known, male or female, something about the sensitivity of the flesh and the soft, wet caress of the human tongue along that crevice between the buttocks. The combination of that with a warm, wet mouth engulfing his cock...it had to be something almost calculated to keep Max hard, even on top of Katrina's pills.

Speaking of Kat, she now seized Gilbert by the tie and shoved his face down to her gash, using her thighs to trap him there. He inhaled the heady musk of her sweet slit and began actively eating her out, clearly enjoying the early start of his tryst with the Punjabi cougar. He didn't come up for air for at least couple of minutes, but when he did, Kat planted a searing hot kiss on his mouth to reinforce her satisfaction with his efforts, before she pushed him back down where he belonged. He lapped greedily at her cunt, not showing her any mercy as he licked her pussy and sucked on her clit. What he lacked in experience, he made up in hunger for her twat.