Boat Cruise

- Boat Cruise -

A dry-spell for us. Good sex, but not as often as we'd like, with work getting in the way. I had been away on tour promoting the book, and then when I got back home I was neck-deep in the latest project; this, combined with your work schedule, had left us too exhausted for much more than a dirty quicky or three. We both agreed something needed to be done.

You said to me, "Let me take care of it." And then gave me your sexiest grin and a little giggle.

A week later, my assistant calls, tells me that my schedule is clear for a few days, magically.

That night, you tell me to be ready the next evening at eight o'clock.

"Wear linen, but bring a sweater. And wear a tie."

A car picks us up at 8pm and takes us down to the waterfront.

A romantic dinner.

A few drinks.

A harbour cruise.

Star and moonlight on the tranquil water.

Lots of looking, staring, and some frantic, under-the-table groping, but...

As turned on as we are, there are too many people around for us to truly "enjoy" ourselves.

A hot young couple notices our predicament and tells us about an enclosed open-roofed seating area, "... past one of the chained-off stairways toward the stern..."

"Are we that obvious?" I ask.

"If it were any more obvious, I think it'd be grounds for arrest," says the husband, smiling at both of us, but licking his lips as he sees how far up your legs I have pushed your sundress while fingering your moist cunt under the table. Particularly as my little whore is not wearing panties, as usual. His hot wife gives me a knowing look as we get up from the table, her eyes pulled to the front of my tented linen pants before meeting my own eyes again with a flutter of her lashes.

We all chuckle.

After sending them a round of drinks by way of thanks, we slip out onto the deck and make our way toward the stern. We quickly find the aforementioned chained-off stairs, though we are momentarily forced to wait as a couple of crew members finish cleaning up someone's spilled drinks. We take this interruption to breathe in the night air, to watch the diamond sparkle of a million, trillion stars on the water slipping under our hull, to kiss deeply, my hardness pressed into you from behind. Soon, though, the crew have finished their task, and we slip up the stairs and into the enclosed gallery, unremarked by anyone.

We can barely contain our excitement, so worked up are we after hours of touching and staring and teasing.

Our mouths tear at each others' hungrily, probing, tasting, our olfactories drinking in each others' scents, our fingers everywhere, probing, stroking, caressing, pulling, tugging, tearing...

Our breath is so short, our hearts racing so fast, that it seems twin heart-attacks must be imminent.

My hard cock is protruding so far that it is getting in the way, so you free him, pulling off my belt and undoing my zipper in one fluid motion.

"You've been practicing, I see," I joke, my voice catching.

"You don't know the half of it," your voice trembling with lust, and maybe also in fear, fear of the punishment you'll surely receive when I realize that your answer to my joke was, in fact, a reality, and you've been bad without filling in the details, a flagrant breach of our agreement as master and slave, husband and hotwife.

I sink back into one of the deck chairs, my cock bouncing in front of me.

"Tell me."

"Well, while you were away last month, I might've gone out a couple of times. My pussy was missing your cock, very badly, and you were in a different time zone with your phone on do-not-disturb, so..."

"How many times?" my own voice now trembling with anger and lust as you get down on your knees between my legs.

"Guess," you half-whisper as your hand wraps around my quivering shaft and your tongue teases the head.

"Jesus. Fuck."

"Nope. But I did call out those exact words many, many times," you tease.

I lose the power of speech as your hot mouth and tongue make me completely insane.

"Give up?"

"Fucking tell me, little whore," I growl, grabbing a handful of your hair and forcing your head back to stare into your hungry eyes.

You stare back, defiantly.

"If you guess correctly, I will show you the videos."

"Fuck." Fuck, fuck, fuck. Videos. Plural. Fuck.

I jam your mouth down onto my cock. I almost come in that moment, and your eyes register the surprise of my pulsing and the change in the taste and amount of my fluid.

You pull your mouth away, look me in the eyes again.

"Mmmmm... my baby likes, mmmm? Knowing that your wife was a whore while you were gone, and filmed it for your pleasure? Mmmmm...?"

I cannot speak. You know my answer, though, and you slide your way fluidly up my body, allowing the friction of our clothing's contact to peel your sundress down to your waist, your beautiful full breasts swaying free, nipples hard in the cool air. You grab my face with one hand while, with the other, you push both of our fingers into your wet cunt. You moan, groan, howl a little, tilt your head back, then bring our entwined fingers up to your mouth as you lean into me, kissing me, thrusting your tongue around our juice-soaked fingers and into my mouth. We feast greedily on your juices for a suspended eternity, then, without any warning, you rub your soaking pussy lips and clit against my throbbing cock-head for a couple of quick beats and then shove me inside of you, as violently as you have ever done so. We both howl.

Fingers are everywhere: thrusting, pulling, pushing, groping. Mouths are tearing and biting and licking and panting and groaning. And, we are both pulsing and throbbing inside and around each other, as deeply and powerfully as either of us has ever known.

Unnoticed by me, you have pulled off my tie. You now slip it over my eyes, tying the knot behind my head as you fill my mouth with your nipple and with your beautiful round breast.

You pull my head around by one ear so that your mouth is pressed against its brother. I feel your nails digging lightly into the back of my one ear, as your hot palm effectively blocks out the ship's noises. You begin to hiss dirty secrets into the other. All I can hear now is the sound of your ragged breathing, your moaning, your dirty whispers...

I am losing my mind. I love having your lips against my ear and you know it. Your tongue delicately traces a pattern as you whisper.

"I've been very very bad, master."

"Mmmmmmm.... fuck."

"Would you like to guess how many times now, master? Because your dirty whore would really like to show you how bad she's been."

Ever so slowly, you have been sliding yourself up on my shaft.

"I want..."

The words choke in my throat as the whole thing overwhelms me.

"Yes... what does my baby want? Mmmmm...? Tell me, master, tell me what you want."

Now, your pussy releases my cockhead. You push your clit against the head, though, sliding yourself up and down the shaft and moaning gutturally.

"I want..."

At that moment, something changes. I cannot tell right away what it is, but there's something in the air, literally, some change in its density. It's hard to tell, what with the throbbing of the ship's engines, what with the breeze coming from the water across the stern of a moving ship, what with our current state of loss into each other, but it's there. Before I can fully register and process it, though, there is a definite change in you. You gasp, loudly, and push up away from me, before sinking back down onto me, feeling -- impossibly so -- heavier somehow.

"Yessssssss!! FUCK! There it is, what I've been waiting for: both of you, both of you at once! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk...!!!"

Instead of doing the obvious thing and tearing off my blindfold, I freeze. I know what is happening, but I cannot process it. And, anyway, seeming to have anticipated that other possibility, you have pinned my wrists.

I hear a groan, a loud groan, a man's groan.

"Fuuuucccckkkk... I'd almost forgotten how tight your beautiful pussy is. Fuuuccck...," followed by the sounds of lips and tongues mashing together in passion.

And, I feel his heavy balls swinging underneath your pussy, barely grazing my own as he thrusts. I'm beginning to comprehend the nature of your most recent transgression, just how bad my baby has been...

Then, another change in the air's density. This time I almost know what it is before it happens. Almost, but I am still shocked when hands other than yours -- which are still holding my wrists, both of our hands frantically clutching at each other -- grab ahold of the sides of my head, tilt it back ever so slightly, and a soaking wet pussy is lowered onto my waiting mouth.

Now I know. And, I give in, completely. It is the couple from the dining room. I recognise their essence. And, like a flash, I realize that I have been brilliantly set-up by my dirty little slut of a wife.

"Bad girl," I manage to squeeze out just before my mouth is covered once more in wet, shaved cunt.

As he grunts and thrusts into you from behind, "Fuck, isn't she just? So so so bad."

The wife, now: "Mmmmm... we love her. We hope you'll let us continue to ... mmmmm... oh, yes, right there... share your bad girl with you from time to time..." I can't answer, my mouth covered in wet pussy. She answers for me: "What's that? Cat got your tongue?"

You start to giggle, but he thrusts violently into you at the same time that I squeeze your tits, clamping down hard on both of your nipples as I do so, cutting off your laughter and transforming it into an animal howl of lust and desire. You are ready to lose your mind.

They clearly know you by now. I feel her fingers slip between our bodies, fingering your clit, as, from behind you, his pace intensifies. As do his grunts. I can tell he won't last long. For that matter, neither will I, what with your screams, your writhing, your contortions, not to mention her wet cunt grinding faster and harder and ever-wetter against my thrusting tongue...

He comes first, but it's so explosive that all of us are triggered by it. We are instantly lost in a tangle of flesh and limbs and mouths and howls and juices. Her juice is running down my face, and I feel you frantically licking it off my cheeks, even as you scream over and over again that you can't stop coming. I lose track of the number of times that my rigid cock spurts its juices against both of our bellies as your clit continues to press against my shaft. It feels as though it has been ten-thousand, or maybe just one very very long one. Either way, it is a long time before sense returns. And, when it does, the blindfold slips off, unaided.

There, right in my line of sight, is a phone held in a gooseneck clamp, pointing right at us.

She, swinging her leg over the edge of the bench and kissing you, laughs at my reaction.

"Yes, we're filming this. This, too, I mean," he says.

"Wait till we get back to our house and you see her, her legs spread, her mouth open and screaming, all in high-definition on our projection system. Fuck. So so soooo fucking sexy," she says, and rubs your sensitive button for good measure. "Aren't you, baby?" as she leans in and kisses you again, this time deeply.

As hard as I've just come, you are still moving gently against my throbbing shaft and I feel myself growing once more, as you pulse and moan from her tongue and fingers' work. I hear him grunt, too, and I know we're not finished here, not by a long shot.