Chapter 18
It's hard to tell day and night when your quarters are below decks. The advantage is you can sleep in the dark as long as you like without disturbance.
Point is, I fell asleep hard when we got back to the boat. We pulled away from the dock, and with the diesels turning, I have no idea what time it is, nor how long I've been out. It's a low rumbling sound that permeates the ship, and blurs out some sounds.
I get up from bed. I'm alone. I click on a very low lumen LED light by the bed; being dark accommodated the eyes are very sensitive to even minimal input. Sitting up on the side of the bed I take in my surroundings.
Still wearing what I was during my whirlwind tour of San Francisco. Sandals on the floor. Shopping bags sitting in the chair near the wall.
I get up. Still not clear on time. Feel like I've napped more than slept. I meander to the bathroom and brush my teeth. My make up is still on, looking good. Waking up a bit. I shuffle to the door of our quarters and open it.
I know where you are right away. I can hear Elsa beyond the door to her quarters. I crack the door and look in.
I'm wrong. You're not there. Because Brian is there pounding away at her pussy with his big dick. Her yoga clearly has helped her...as her heels are interlocked behind her head, and she's pulling on both her nipple rings, while Brian's deliciously big cock fucks her.
I ease the door closed and hope they haven't noticed, my cock testing the limits of my cage.
I wasn't expecting that...but given how you two sunned in front of the bridge yesterday, I can't be surprised.
A quick text to you -- "where are you, mistress?"
"On the bridge with Alan."
I make my way up the stairs from our living quarters level, and enter the main saloon. Nightlights on, darkness outside. The clock near the entertainment system shows a little after midnight. I go to the bar at the end of the main saloon, and pour some bourbon and add a couple of ice cubes. Taking a sip, I move toward the bridge.
I find you sitting on the side of the bridge, chatting with Alan in the dim red lights of the bridge's night shift, and looking at your phone. I think it's The Rippingtons playing on the SiriusXM radio on the bridge speakers, there's occasional traffic on the marine radio.
"Hello, sweetie, come sit by me."
I move to you, and see you are drinking a mug of tea, dressed in a long t-shirt and no shoes. Probably no underwear either. I join you on the built-in couch on the port side of the bridge. Alan nods his head as I come in, and goes back to the instruments, the green glow contrasting the red ambient lighting, the radar drawing an intermittent blip on his face. He can't see the fuchsia polish on my fingers as the red bridge lights fade it out, and my makeup blends in for the same reason.
Sitting by you, you place a palm on my leg below my shorts. You smell like sex. I wrap an arm around you, and you cuddle in asking "Seen Elsa?" with a wry grin.
Keeping my voice down so as not to draw attention, I say, "yes ma'am, she's with Brian."
"Of course she is. She was riding my face while Brian fucked me earlier. You were sleeping and I wanted cock. I left them about an hour ago so they could spend some time together."
I give a brief "MMmmmmm" and kiss your cheek. Since Alan can't see us below the chest due to the bridge instruments, you take your opportunity to confirm my cage is still in place, stroking it up and down on my hard dick. I sip my bourbon.
"What were they doing?" you enquire.
Knowing you always expected frank honesty, I replied "she had her ankles locked behind her head, pulling her nipple rings, while Brian fucked her, him on top."
Another sip of tea, the tail of the teabag dangling out of the mug. "She's always liked that position. She'd try to tickle my pussy with her feet like that when we'd sixty-nine....and she loves to do it with guys since it's a big turnon for them, and it gets their cocks deeper in her. Or my strapon. Though she has a thing for big dick guys in that position, has always been good to watch. It's like my own porno."
"How often did you get to watch her?"
"While we were dating and living nearby, whoever we were seeing was always interested in a threesome with both of us. I guess it's not a surprise, two girls who are interested in each other and the guy... fantasy of many men. I probably watched her get fucked by a half dozen guys, some hers, some mine. Maybe a little more." I take another sip.
I had no idea you were so active with regular threesomes. But at the beginning of this trip, I didn't know you'd really ever had a girlfriend. I've learned lots.
I give another "mmmm" and kiss your cheek.
"Pity you couldn't catch us, and your cock has to stay locked up for two days. Otherwise you could be fucking us right now instead of Brian." Accentuating your point, you jiggle my cage, and turn to kiss my cheek.
I was sort of irritated how yesterday had ended. But, after an early dinner out with the both of you, and some rest, I'm okay with it. I was frustrated -- but that's the role of a caged boy, submissive at times, cuckold in others.
We cuddle. We listen to music. We drink our bourbon and tea. We watch the lights of other ships, listen to bridge traffic on the marine radio, a cruise ship here, a cargo ship there. We're nowhere near our usual environment, and it's perfectly comfortable nonetheless.
"Did Brian make you cum tonight?"
"Oh yes, he did. Him and Elsa both."
"Tell me how?" Better I accent as a question than be perceived as giving orders.
"Well, we left you sleeping in the bed, and Elsa and I were chatting in her stateroom, the door open. Brian came down right after his shift ended at 9pm, and said hello. I waved him in, and he joined us, but really I just wanted his cock in my mouth. So while he was sitting in one of the chairs, I went over to him, had him stand, and pulled his shorts down and started blowing him right there. He helped by facefucking me a little bit, I think Elsa got a video of it."
"Really?" I was surprised Elsa would film such an event.
