Going Diving Day 01 "case"

Chapter 1

My name is Case, and my wife is Ashley. We live a pretty happy-go-lucky lifestyle. We have a good time doing just about anything. We also enjoy sharing our good times with other open-minded couples. Over the years, we have met many great couples, and we are now included in what we describe as a private travel club. Couples let each other know where they will be and usually a few couples will come along and make a vacation of it. We have been all over the world with this group and it is the best way to travel as far as we are concerned.

With that said, we were invited to go scuba diving by a couple of open-minded friends. We would live on a dive boat with a crew and ten other couples. On this occasion, we only knew one of the couples well and had never met any of the others.

We have known this couple for quite some time, having met them on a swinger cruise more than ten years ago. We were very much looking forward to seeing them again, it has been a bit, and they live quite far from us. We were also looking forward to meeting the other couples and doing some diving in warm, clear water.

In preparation for the trip, we did a scuba refresher course and purchased some updated equipment. We were also getting ready to have a bit of fun with each other and hopefully one or two of the new couples.

One of the 'preparations' for the trip turned out to be a lot of sex. We started getting hornier and hornier the closer the trip came, so obviously, we started to have more and more sex. During one of these sessions, I had a 'mis-stroke' and damaged my 'package'. While this has happened to everyone occasionally, usually, you take a break for a minute and get back in the saddle per se. However, not this time. I tore something or caused a major bruise. In less than an hour, my whole groin had swollen to the size of an orange. It was painful to touch, and sex was out for now.

Being the highly intelligent male I am, I was sure it would come around in a day or so, no doctor for me. However, the next day, I awoke to a different reality. My sack and shaft were clearly broken. They were completely black and swollen. So, one week before leaving on a live aboard dive boat with a bunch of swingers, I broke my dick.

My wife was great about it. She said it would be fine. She said she didn't want to play if I couldn't. It would be great to get away and do some diving, etc, etc. I thought it was all BS, and it really sucked, but I tried to keep a good attitude and went along with it.

To fill you in a bit on my wife. She is 5'8" and has a great ass and very nice breasts. She is smart, charming, and very self-assured. She knows what she likes, and when she sees it, she will go for it. However, she can be very restrained, and when she says something, she will usually stick to it. So, when she said she didn't want to play without me, I responded, "Let's give it a little time and see how it goes." She also knows I like to see her with other men, and if the right man came along, it would be sexy for both of us.

Even with my problem, I was still looking forward to getting away, doing some diving and watching people be sexy. When the day arrived, we both boarded the plane and set off with smiling faces for our latest adventure. When we arrived, we were not disappointed. Everyone met up for a preboarding drink at Margaritaville and had a great time. I noticed more than a couple of the men admiring my wife, and we were hitting it off with our new dive buddies. We all moved from the bar to the liveaboard. Our luggage was already in our rooms, and we freshened up for dinner and a shove-off party.

Everyone dressed nice, and the women all looked sexy. Right away, a couple of people took interest in us. One was a couple named Jay and Kathy. This guy was right up my wife's alley. Tall, big shoulders and fit-looking. He wasted no time letting her know he was interested with a lot of casual touches on the arm and compliments about how she looked. Sue was also very pretty, and we hit it off too. I knew they would make the dance card if I were healthy.

There were also a couple of singles on the dive trip: one guy, Khenan and one woman, Rachel. Khenan, I knew from experience, would interest my wife. He was a well-built islander, 6' tall and muscular. He was a dive professional whose day job was leading divers on dream vacations in the Caribbean. My wife has a soft spot for well-built, dark-skinned men. Khenan would be no exception. Watching them talk, I could tell right away that the body language was getting intense. We have all seen this: a couple seemingly innocently chatting and laughing away. But intertwined was much touching and leaning. Not only arms but also sides and hips were touched. Their hips seem to be magnetically attracted to each other; her breasts seem to 'accidentally' rub arms a bit more than normal. I suppressed a smile as I watched, knowing Ashley had said she didn't want to play alone. We will see how long that holds true.

The lone single woman, Rachel, was pleasant, if a bit manic. Conversation with her was like a small boat in an active sea. Quickly going from nice and fun to slightly combative and pointed. She is a fine-looking woman, free with her body and natural in her dress. As I said, during our brief conversation, we hit a lot of points, from possibly friendly to close to hostility. It would take some time to flesh Rachel out of her defenses and find out who she really was.

The first night on the boat went well, if a bit slow for a group of lifestyle folks; there was much innuendo and joking but no outright play, at least as far as we knew. Everyone seemed anxious to get to bed and go diving the next morning. So, we stayed on deck for a while; then, we also decided to go below deck and get ready for bed.

Our stateroom was two levels down and on the dive boat, this was accomplished on stairs. I set out for our room with my wife behind me, at least I thought. When I reached our deck and went to open the door to our hall, I noticed my wife was no longer behind me. I figured she was still coming, so I continued down the hall to our cabin door. She had still not arrived, and after opening the cabin door and going into the room to get ready for bed, I decided to go back and see where she was. I backtracked down the hall and up the first set of stairs. This is when I heard her voice, soft laughter, and a man's voice. I slowed to get a look at what she was up to and who she was with. I slowly stepped up until I could see the next deck of the ship through the railings. She was engrossed in a conversation with a man in what appeared to be an officer's uniform. As I slowly proceeded, I could see they were happily chatting away. The officer, motioning out over the sea, pointed something out to my wife with his hat. His other hand loosely grazing the small of her back. I gave them a couple more minutes, then proceeded to approach.

As I approached, I could clearly see my wife was enjoying the conversation with this man, and when she saw me, she blushed quite deeply. If you knew my wife, you would know this is highly unusual. She rarely blushes and never gets flustered. But tonight, this was not the case. It turns out that while I was heading to the room, my wife had to go back and retrieve her clutch. When she did this and started making her way to our cabin, the captain appeared out of one of the doors. They bumped into each other and started chatting. The captain, or Tim as he insisted we call him, was the epitome of a young ship captain. He looked the part in his white jacket, narrow hips, large shoulders, and beard. It was clear to me that my wife was smitten.

He also seemed interested in my wife. This was not surprising. As I mentioned earlier, all the women dressed nice, and my wife can do that well. She was wearing a well-fitted evening dress that she thought was appropriately see-through for a group of lifestyle divers. From the front, you could clearly see her large breasts, and her nipples made an appearance if the light was right. It seemed the captain had found the right light.

When I arrived, the captain seemed to try to regain his regal composure and wished us both a good evening. As we parted, my wife seemed to try to take up the whole of the gangway, forcing him to brush against her as she said good night.

Back in the cabin, I joked with her about the captain, who she admitted was quite alluring to her. As we undressed for bed, I noticed her nipples were still erect, and when I pulled her in for a kiss, I could feel the wetness between her legs. As I worked down her neck to those nipples, I could tell right away how turned on she was by the evening. Taking each nipple in my mouth, sucking and finishing each off with a small bite, I could already feel the vibrations running through her tight belly. As I worked down to finish her off, I knew it wouldn't take much, and I was right. One nuzzles up each side of her damp, swollen lips, letting me know it would be an interesting week. As I slowly drew her bud into my mouth, she exploded all over my tongue and lips. Muscles in her lower back arching her sex into my mouth with a surprising force considering the short time I spent with her body.

When we go on these sexy vacations, I have found it best to not finish her off early in the week. My goal is often to keep her on the edge of arousal around the clock. Making sure her body is ready and wanting at all times. I will often reach over and finger her late at night. She sometimes gets annoyed, but if I am doing it right, the annoyance is proceeded with knowing signs from her body. I will also often start playing with her and then leave her just as the first signs of wanting show on her body throughout the day. It is extremely sexy, and if done correctly, it keeps her lips swollen and her mind craving 24hrs a day. This is not to say she doesn't have orgasms; she does. I just avoid letting her completely drain her energy in a long session.

The next morning starts off the first day of diving. This group is seriously into diving, five dives a day for five days. Frankly, this is too much for us. We like to do vacationing with some diving. Dive a couple of times, then have some sun, sex and margaritas. We discussed this before we came and decided we would just do us. Dive if we want, party if we want.

But this is the first time everyone will be in the water and getting comfortable on the boat. Everyone gathers on deck 2 for a dive brief. They go over the site, depth, currents, orientation to the moorage etc. It is chill, this is an easy dive, and everyone is excited. We then head down to the dive level on the boat. Each diver has a spot with gear, tanks and other stuff. Everyone is chatting, checking gear, getting into light wet suits or whatever they will dive in. Sitting next to us is Jay and Kathy, whom we met the night before. This was great; everyone was laughing and excited.

After the dive gear is set up and checked, everyone goes into the water and down for the dive. There are some excellent fish, a small shark and a lot of coral. Back on the boat, everyone is stripping down, rinsing off and getting ready to head onto the next dive spot. Jay clearly likes seeing my wife pull off her wet suit and rinse off, and I have to admit it was fun watching Kathy, also.

The day continues like this, and we head down for the second dive. It is the same setup; the dive is a wall dive, and everyone is excited. When we come back up from this dive, it is off to lunch for the day. At lunch, my wife decides to skip dive number three and hang out while we all go back down. While this seems perfectly normal to Ashley and me, some of the other divers are a bit mystified that someone might not do all the diving possible. But Ashley is confident in herself and really doesn't care what they think.

So, as the group moves to the dive briefing, I notice Ashley getting a deck chair ready for some tanning. She had her juice and headphones, a towel and was arranging herself. As I said, Ashley is a beautiful woman; she has long brown hair, a curvy figure with large breasts and a nice ass. She is usually a bit modest, even in groups of lifestyle-friendly people. So, I was a bit surprised when I saw her pulling her cover-up off and lying down completely nude on the upper deck. I just smiled and started to head down for the briefing when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the captain emerge from the bridge of the ship. My smile increased, and I went diving.

I should describe the layout of the ship's upper deck a bit. The back of the deck is open air with deck chairs and a small tables for laying out or socializing. Behind a closed door, the ship's bridge is in front of the top deck. There is no other place on the top deck. So, when the captain failed to pass through the third layer of the ship where the dive briefing was occurring, I figured he must be chatting with my completely nude wife. I would love to be watching that interaction. But I was already committed to diving.

I hook up with Jay and Kathy to be my dive buddies, and we all head into the water for the dive. The process was to enter the water off the diving platform on the side of the ship; then surface swim to the back of the ship to submerge. As we did this, I was floating on my back doing one last equipment check before submerging when I looked up to the top deck of the ship. From my vantage point in the water, I could see the captain leaning against the rail right next to where my wife was sunning herself. I could make out her tanned shoulders and head as she was lying on her back, propped up on her elbows, having what looked like an animated conversation with our captain. Then, as I was totally distracted, I noticed Jay and Kathy trying to get my attention. They both looked a bit concerned and asked if I was ok. I said I was giving them the diver ok sign, and down we went.

For the whole dive, all I could think about was my naked wife, her large breasts, her tiny strip of hair leading to her lips, her most likely swollen nipples, laying bare in front of the captain. The captain was dressed in his white pressed shirt and slacks, sunglasses and hat. How far is it going? Is he touching her? Is she touching him? It caused a nervous, heightened state for me that I savored the whole time. Honestly, I was a bit torn emotionally. I was excited that Ashley was being sought after, but I was also a bit jealous of her. Being underwater is a very calm feeling; however, this time, my mind was racing, and I couldn't wait to get to the surface and find out what had transpired.

As we exited the water, all I could think about was finding my wife and seeing what happened. I quickly stow my dive gear and rinse off. The dive boat is designed with our cabins directly behind the dive platform. There is a hallway that leads to all the staterooms. I head there first to grab my sunglasses. As I open the door to the cabin and step inside, I find my wife. She is spread eagle on the bed. Both hands between her legs, slamming her giant cock shaped dildo into her pussy. Her head is back, her breasts shooting up, her nipples are hard and pointing directly at the ceiling. Both knees would have a hard time being splayed any further open.

As I entered, her head rolled to the side, saw it was me, and continued without missing a beat. Each time the 8" cock slams down, her hips buck up to meet it. I am mesmerized, feeling there was no reason to actually ask her how it went with the captain. I watch as she climbs closer and closer to a massive release. I could close my eyes and hear the ocean that is her swollen wet pussy meet each stroke. Then it happens, with one last thrust, she drives the cock into her, eyes held closed, lips shaping into an "O" shape and a huge gasp/grunt and a flood of fluid between her thighs. Pussy rises far off the bed, shoulders and legs driving down into the covers as she tries to take all the cock can give her. Then she goes limp.

I go to her, kissing her, but her lips are non-responsive. She is still short of breath, eyes closed; she isn't back from that place yet. I kiss her on the forehead, grab my glasses and go up to the top deck for a drink. Letting her come back on her own. I would hear about her encounter later, but now she needs a bit of time to regain herself.

Most of the divers are up on the deck, having some juice or water and catching some sun. They are regaling what they saw on the last dive. I approached the railing, close to where the captain had chatted up my wife and tried to relax. My heart beating as I imagined what might have occurred.

Kathy came up to chat with me; she is a small but beautiful woman. She wore a bandana and sunglasses, A small bikini bottom and nothing else. I think the women on the boat had been somewhat modest for lifestyle people, but Kathy was stunning. She stood next to me and chatted about coral and fish. However, even as beautiful as she is, all I can think about is my wife, completely naked, being chatted up by the captain and the response it had caused from her. Sensing I was only partially present in the conversation, Kathy tried to ratchet it up. Letting her right nipple and breast brush against my bicep a few times. She reaches out and puts her hand on my back, which causes her to lean into me.

My mind was torn; I was still unpacking my feelings about Ashley's actions. I was sure that my cock couldn't get the job done in its injured state regardless of Kathy's beauty, but I knew I had several other skills I could use in a pinch. I needed to digest.

I, frankly, was flustered--a pretty unusual state for me. Luckily, I was saved by Dan, the husband of the couple who had invited us. He was making quite a commotion on the deck, betting one of the divers if he could swan dive from the top deck. I knew this was probably a bad idea, but who wants to be a party pooper? So instead, I move Kathy over to the crowd, glance over the railing to judge the situation and decide that no, I could not swan dive from 30 feet up, but I could jump in feet first. Without a word, I grab the top railing and launch myself into the ocean feet first. When I surfaced and looked up, I saw stunned faces, and only one other guy joined me--also diving feet first. By then, the crew had seen what was happening and stepped in to stop all the fun. Me and Vance, the other guy, are laughing so hard when we climb out of the water until we see the look on the first mate's face. Suffice it to say we had a bit of a dressing down. But no harm, no foul.

As we leave the dive platform after our dressing down, I leave Ashley a bit longer and hang with the other divers before the next dive. We had a good laugh as Vance and I thought we should get some of the bet money. But Dan was adamant that our feet' first attempt was not up to bragging status. It was all good fun, and everybody has a good laugh.

About 45 minutes after I had left our room with a kiss on the forehead, my wife reappeared on the upper deck. This time, she is dressed in a somewhat modest bikini and a sunhat. I thought she was still a bit flush but in a great mood. She starts bantering with the crowd over not having done the last dive. Telling everyone they had missed the best opportunity for some sun and a nap and how ready she was for the next dive. As I knew her better than everyone else, it was clear to me that she was in a very sexy, flirtatious mood. She is talking happily, touching arms and backs, letting the men admire her breasts in her bikini. She finally makes her way over to me.

"And what are you up to?" she says as she approaches me by the railing.

"Just enjoying the sun and getting ready for the next dive. I'm glad to hear you will be joining me." I say with a smirk on my face.