The faded light of a filtered sunrise slowly lit the cabin. Julie pulled the covers tighter to ward of the damp sea chill permeating their cabin of the sailboat. Another three hours and the temperature would be well into the 90's but with the fog and the night it was best to stay beneath the covers. Let Dave make the coffee, he is more resistant to the cold although his cock would shrivel up to nothing.
A life long dream of theirs had been to sail the south pacific for 6 months and they were finally acting upon it. They had been at sea for two months each night finding a secluded spot to anchor.
Clothing was optional and usually worn only when topside near land or around civilization. It had been days since either of them had bothered. Julie had even on occasion not covered up when passing people on the shore and such. She got quite a thrill being looked at in public. Julie had gotten quite a few new thrills on this trip.
The first couple of weeks had been tough learning to live without cell phones and constant communication. Even the Laptop email was only checked once a week to keep in touch with friends and family.
Their marriage had certainly taken a change for the better. Julie had been close to an affair and suspected Dave had crossed that line. It really didn't matter anymore as each didn't care about the infidelity rather it was the broken trust that had hurt so much. Trusting each other to be faithful, and trusting each other to remain aware enough to show love concern and compassion for the other, all that had been swept away by two very successful careers.
That, however, was in the past. Two months alone on the deep blue waters had driven them to find more creative ways to amuse themselves, they found that in each other. New and interesting ways to make love had developed. They first had improved their same old routine, learning to touch taste and feel to new, previously unknown dimensions. The ability to let forth a scream of passion across the empty waves was most gratifying. Lately they had begun to explore new avenues, Julie had tried anal sex for the first time ever and after a few tries had learn to enjoy it.
Dave had made use of the various ropes delving into tying Julie up, and she enjoyed that much more than she cared to openly admit. She liked the feeling of helplessness it gave her. She also used it as a shield to let Dave try things she may have never done with out the excuse of being unable to prevent him. Still, Dave wasn't exactly the most aggressive of lovers and certainly not a sexual dynamo. Julie craved a strong man that would tell her what to do, she would resist of course it was part of her nature, but in her dreams her resistance went unnoticed as the man made sure she complied and that man enjoyed total devotion. This was, after all Dave, and she took what she could get, which was usually up until she resisted, then he would cave. Their eroticism had however grown considerably and well that was fine, certainly better than life before.
Dave leapt back into bed after setting the coffee on and checking topside. "It certainly is thick out there this morning." He commented as he slipped beneath the covers. Pulling Julie close he snuggled his cool cock into her hot little ass making her wiggle and squirm. "Dave! For god sake warm that thing up would ya?" she pleaded. "I'm trying too!" Dave laughingly stated, pressing closer. Julie smiled and worked her hips backing into him. She felt his cock begin to stir as it remembered the warmth of where it had deposited seed just a few short hours ago. Dave smiled to himself as he thought about how pre-lubricated she still was. Slowly Dave took shape until he reached his full five and a quarter inches and he began to press against his wife's tender ass.
He paused as a slight bump of something nudged the boat. "Daaaaaave!" Julie whined as she sensed her lover changing his mind. "Its okay honey I just need to check it out and make sure we are not adrift. I'll be back in two shakes of a first mates tail!" he teasingly told her as he slapped her naughtily on her ass. Dave climbed over her and shuffled quickly over to the ladder, half way to the top he froze.
Staring Dave right in the face was the biggest shotgun he had ever seen. Cold fear gripped his stomach as his wife's innocent voice wove its way from down below asking him if everything was ok. The gap toothed smile of the dark skinned man told Dave all he needed to know, they had heard Julie. The Pirate tossed his head slightly indicating Dave should come up on deck and he nervously did as he was told. Dave climbed the ladder and started forward, stumbling as he was shoved. He felt completely helpless, naked in front of these 4 men.
Julie's head just appeared out of the hatch when the Pirate reached down and grabbed a handful of hair so she couldn't change her mind. Julie scrambled up the ladder to ease the pulling.
The pirate yelled a burst of gibberish to starboard and soon a thickly muscled ebony man appeared over the rail. He climbed with the grace of a panther. His head was shaven bald except for a single braid at the crown that hung down his back. He stood about 6 foot 2 and had eyes full of wisdom and cunning. As he reached the deck his eyes locked directly on Julie's and he broke into a huge smile.
"Well well well, what have we here?" he spoke in rough English. "It seems my men have captured a beauty this fine morning."
