My upside-down new friend was followed by a big fellow who told me to sit on the floor with my back against the bulkhead. I opened my mouth and received his thick cock, after which I didn't do much else. He did all the work, driving his cock in and out while I tried to avoid developing a bruise on the back of my head. His balls slapped my chin as he grunted himself to his climax. It must have been a long time since he had enjoyed any sex because he shot more spunk into my mouth than I could control. It dribbled out and dropped down onto my boobs.
The last fisherman was kind of shy. He wanted to make out, more than he wanted a blow job. So we lay down together on a bunk (which is difficult in a narrow built-in bunk) and smooched and caressed while he fondled my boobs, which had some engine grease on them from a previous fondler. I wanted to do right, so I rubbed his cock beneath his Carhartts, which promptly became hard. So we shifted positions, I pulled down his pants, and sucked his stiff cock while kneeling between his legs. After a few minutes, he arched his back and shot several large pulses of his semen into my mouth. After I licked his cock clean, I realized that there were no more fishermen waiting in the galley for my attentions. That was OK with me because my jaw and my knees were getting ore. Plus, I needed another shower.
Skipper Farley told me that I had done good for his friends and that I should walk up to the Harbormaster's shack and get cleaned up, while he cooked us a meal. After dinner, I got undressed again and we climbed into his bunk together for a night of sleeping together, but with my panties still on. He played with my boobs, of course, until he fell asleep, snoring loudly.
I was startled awake around first light by a prodigious fart. (His, not mine. I produce only little girly farts.) After we each used the head, Farley told me to suck his cock again. I was surprised that an older man could develop a strong stiffie so soon after sex with me last night. But he did, so I stayed naked and sucked and stroked his cock and balls and ass until he warned me that he was about to cum. He pushed so hard that he had me bent way over backward when I felt the cum tube under his cock swell and pulse before he ejaculated another hot burst of semen into my mouth. I swallowed it all and licked his cock clean.
After I got dressed again, Farley said that he had business at the cannery office. He told me to return to my boat and rest up. He wanted me to return to his boat by dinner time for our second evening together.
When I boarded our boat, I found Hubby vibrating with curiosity about what I had done the previous evening with Farley. Should I tell him the whole story? Should I tell him it is none of his business? Should I tell him an edited story? What is a good, but shared, wife to do?
Pretty soon, Hubby couldn't contain himself: "Did Farley try to fuck you?" Me, "No, Farley was a perfect gentleman. He honored our agreement." Hubby, "So there was no sex then? You just warmed up his bed with him?" Me, "Well, there was more to it than that." Hubby, "Tell me. I want to know." Me, "Are you sure you want to know the details?" Hubby, "Tell me!" Me, "I sucked Farley's cock, actually twice. And some of his friends came aboard for blow jobs from me, also." Hubby, "Wow! I didn't anticipate that. Did anybody fuck you?" Me, "Nope; I kept my panties on the whole time. Say, this is getting you aroused, isn't it?" Hubby, "Tell me all about it." So I told him about the five blow jobs I donated last night and how the fishermen, our harbor neighbors, enjoyed playing with my boobs. Hubby, taking my hand, "Come with me to the fo'castle right now."
So we went below where Hubby hastily removed my clothes and proceeded to fuck my vagina, my ass, and my mouth, in that order. He released a lot of his semen into each of my three passages. Now I understand that Hubby is aroused by sharing his wife for sex. I wonder what will happen when I go back to Farley's boat tonight? Also, I wonder what the future of our sex life will be?
